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you're losing me masterlist | jjk

pairing: jungkook x you

rating: 18+

genre: angst, married couple, age gap, ceo jk, nepo baby oc, second chance romance

summary: in the midst of marital challenges, jungkook and you grapple with the complexities of your relationship. yet, the lingering question whispers: how do you truly determine if the journey is worthwhile?

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part 01: midnight trouble (m)

jungkook is late from work yet again. but he shows you just how much he missed you.

part 02: silly costumes & haunted hearts (m)

having a bit too much fun at chanyeol's halloween party, jungkook unexpectedly joins the party too.

part 03: blue christmas 30% written

part 04: bittersweet beginnings

Where Do Broken Hearts Go (18+) - Masterpost

Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok. 

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Theme: Angst, drama, eventual smut, fluff. 

Warnings: mentions of infidelity, mentions of cheating, broken relationship, reader is suffering so bad, pining, more will be added to each part. 

Word count: will be mentioned in each part. 476 for the prologue.

Listened to: Where Do Broken Hearts Go by One Direction

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Minors and karens are not allowed in this blog

A/N: First of all, Happy birthday to Jungkook. Secondly, I finally grew enough balls to start another legit series after a damn year. And obviously it had to be angst. Hope you guys like this attempt of mine.

Disclaimers: Pictures are taken from Pinterest.

Chapters:- 

Prologue || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 - Finale

Prologue under cut

“No. No. This is not true. This is not true.” Your murmur under your breath. Clenching your phone hard, you try to keep your breathing stable. 

“Calvin Kline Ambassador Jeon Jungkook is rumored to be dating actress Han Jiwon.” you read the headline again and then dive into the article. It explains how your boyfriend had been seen leaving his hotel with one of the most popular actresses of the industry. 

There is no mistake, it is Jungkook indeed. You would recognize his bunny features even in your deep sleep, no matter how many hats and masks he uses to conceal his identity. In the picture, he is tightly grasping the hands of the actress as both of them are caught by the camera. 

The picture was probably taken last month during Jungkook’s overseas schedule. He didn’t mention having a “friend” over there. He never mentioned anything about meeting Jiwon there. But again, he hardly ever mentions anything anymore. 

You put your phone upside down. Inhaling a deep breath, you shut your eyes. 

Your body feels heavy, your heart twists in a fear of uncovering a truth that will leave you broken, will leave you stranded on a lonely island all by yourself. 

You knew he was changing, you knew he was drifting apart, you know he doesn’t look at you with the same glint in his eyes. You know it all and yet you kept your fingers crossed. 

A tear rolls down your cheek and you gulp the lump that formed in your throat overtime. 

The door lock chimes in signaling someone has just punched the key-code. You know who it is but you stay in your place, eyes closed. 

Soft thud of foot-steps echo in your otherwise silent apartment. You still don’t budge. 

He slowly walks closer to your body, stands right beside you, and places a hand on your shoulder. 

“It is not what you think it is, Y/N” Jungkook speaks with a barely audible voice. 

“I know.” you reply while standing up from your seat. 

“I didn’t cheat.” he explains again. 

You come face to face with him. His face bears no sign of discomfort, pain or guilt. It’s just… blank. His eyes are so blank that you think he is actually sorry for not cheating on you. 

“I know.” you offer again. Walking forward towards your boyfriend, you wrap him in your embrace but… he doesn’t hug you back immediately. 

When he places his hands flat on your back, not totally wrapping you up the way he used to, you know it. You know it’s gone. 

The familiarity of his warmth, his scent, the feeling of being home, is gone. Even if your body is touching his, you know he is actually miles and miles away from you. And you have doubts if he is ever going to return or not.

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lost on you || jjk || +18

☾ summary: you're just so obsessed with your boyfriend. you would do anything for him.

☾ w.c: 2,1k

☾ pairing: bf!jungkook x fem!reader

☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.

☾ genre: smut, established relationship.

☾ warnings: praise kink, pain kink, mirror sex, oral sex (f&m), slapping, kind of rough sex, unprotected sex, cum playing, name calling, kind of daddy kink, aftercare, nipple play, anal fingering, anal sex, hickeys&bites

☾ author's note: keep in mind that this is all fiction and there's no connection to reality here. english is not my first language so im sorry in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes.

"Are you really going to make me fuck you before we leave?"

You laugh at the comment, unable to help but stick out your butt a little more, making your ass even more noticeable in the dress. You feel Jungkook's hands running down your lower back to your ass.

"Be very careful with those hands of yours" you scold him, but you weren't serious. He chuckled.

"Can you give me a kiss?" he asks and you look at him in the mirror. Jungkook's eyes fixed on your body.

"Do you just want a kiss?" you say, in a sly voice, turning your body and leaning on the sink. You close your eyes and just give him a peck on the lips. As soon as he opens his eyes, you give him a smile and another kiss on his lips and whisper: "or do you want more?"

You press your body against his and run your tongue between your lips, leaving them moist and just another wet kiss, this time on Jungkook's neck, just below his jaw. Automatically, his hands move up to your waist.

"Fucking stupid bitch doesn't know how to give me a kiss without teasing me."

He forces his fingers into your waist and, in one quick movement, Jungkook pushes you to sit on the sink. You give him a satisfied smile, parting your legs as he positions himself between them. Jungkook holds your face and kisses you, but this time, in a more brutal way, sliding his tongue over yours.

"Do you like it?" He whispers against your lips and moves your legs up, intertwine around his hips, making you sigh softly as he fits his lips better with yours. “Do you like the way I kiss you, Y/N?”

You nod  in response and hold onto his hair, moaning slyly against Jungkook's mouth. You biting his lower lip slowly and then sucking it. You lean your body, with one hand positioned on the edge of the sink and with the other, scratch the curve of Jungkook's neck who groans softly.

He passes his tongue heavily over your lips in a single movement and smiles with his mouth pressed against yours. Jungkook runs his hands up your arms, to the straps of your dress, pulling them down and leaving your breasts exposed. You bite your lip and watch your hard nipples fit between Jungkook's wet, pink lips. Alternating between both of your tits, Jungkook sucks them, sliding his tongue heavily over your nipple and sucking very slowly. You moan, rolling your hips around and seeking more contact and friction.

He smiles at the effect he has on you and he looks up, catching your gaze.

In a quick movement, Jungkook's two hands enter inside your dress, through the slit, and reach your panties that quickly fall off your body. You sigh in approval as Jungkook lowers his mouth to your thigh, tilting his head and sliding his tongue along your crotch, and back up your thigh, giving strong bites inside of each one, followed by hickeys.

Jungkook pulls your hips closer to his face, brushing his nose against your pussy. His gaze was dark as his tongue flicked between your folds. With your legs open and bent, you grab the strands of his hair and pull his face further between your legs.

"Fuck, Koo, don't stop."

He promptly complies with your request, giving heavy licks to your clit, his lip piercing brushes against you and he’s digging his fingertips into your hip, pulling you more and more towards him as he kisses your length alternately with the other movements he makes. Jungkook stiffens the tip of his tongue, moving it in short circles on your clit and then moving down, pressing it to your entrance and looking at you with arched eyebrows.

You sigh, whimpering and moaning his name softly.

He uses his index finger to rub your clit quickly, then moves his face away from your pussy and frowns, patting it, before he bites your lower lip, making you moan loudly.

Jungkook goes back to sucking your breasts, one at a time, and with his hand covered in tattoos, he fingers your crotch, passing his middle and index finger between your pussy lips, then slowly masturbating you, curving his fingers inside you, reaching your G-spot. Jungkook reaches your other tit, sucking it slowly. When you release it, he goes to your ear.

"You’re so fucking hot. My whore." he whispers, biting your neck hard and inserting another finger into you.

You moan in desperation, rolling around on Jungkook's fingers before placing your forehead against his and opening a mischievous smile, looking down and seeing his fingers fucking you. Your legs are shaking and Jungkook gives a satisfied laugh, while you cling to his shoulders, crumpling all the shirt that Jungkook was still wearing. He hits you deeper and deeper, with hooked fingers, reaching you precisely at your point of greatest pleasure. It doesn’t take long for you to relieve yourself on his fingers, making a mess. Jungkook smiles and, when he takes his fingers out of your pussy, he takes his fingers into his mouth, feeling your sweet taste.

The scene makes you even more horny. In a hurry, you pull him into a somewhat sloppy kiss, due to your haste. You open his shirt and unbuckle the belt on Jungkook's pants, who, in one agile movement, takes off his pants along with his underwear and separates his lips from yours, making you get down from the sink and turn your back to him.

Bending down over the cold stone of the sink, you stare at yourself in the mirror, your makeup still intact, but your hair disheveled. In the reflection, you see Jungkook, now completely naked, pumping his dick a few times and pulling your ass cheeks apart, exposing the entrance to your pussy before he penetrates you without warning, moaning hoarsely with his mouth glued to your ear.

Jungkook stays still inside you, just forcing his hips a little until he is completely inside you, stretching you completely. You moan and so does he before he starts to move, almost completely pulling out of you before pushing in again. You rest your hands on the sink and watch your body be propelled forward with each thrust.

“You drive me crazy, Jungkook,” you whimper.

"What is it about me that drives you crazy?" Jungkook asks, taking an entire hand of your hair, pulling it, making you stick your ass up more and tilt your face.

“Your body drives me crazy, your kiss, your voice, your moan” you roll your eyes in pleasure as he fucks you hard, the noises of your hips colliding  becoming audible. "The way you fuck me like no one has ever been able to do."

You start to look at his reflection in the mirror, and he uses your every word as an incentive to fuck you harder.

 He continues, the sound of both of your moans echoing through the bathroom and he doesn't slow down until he feels your insides becoming less wet and your body tense with pain. Jungkook hit you deeper and harder each time.

"Now tell me I'm hurting you." he whispers with a voice full of desire, biting your neck and giving you a hard hickey, with his body leaning over your back and his fingers tangled in your hair. You groan and he stops moving, closing his eyes tightly and you feel his cock throbbing inside you.

Jungkook starts moving his hips back as he moves again, just forwards, as if he wants to cross your body. He starts to moan contentedly now, making it completely evident that fucking you painfully made him a different level of horny.

As for you, you end up letting out a scream, followed by a moan of pain from the force with which he fucked you. You feel your entire body shudder with each thrust, groaning in pain and causing you to clench around him involuntarily.

"You're hurting me a lot" you say with difficulty, feeling your voice shaking and your insides completely sore and burning every time he fucked you.

 "You're going so funcking deep" you let out a sly moan. "And you're really big" another moan leaves your lips and you feel your eyes water. Having Jungkook inside you starts to become more and more painful.

"You're literally going to wreck me, Jungkook. Fuuckkk."

He laughs softly at what you say, moving his hips further apart and thrusting against yours in a more defined rhythm, and you feel his balls hitting your ass with each thrust. He lets out a growl.

"You're so dirty. You like me hurting you, just admit it" Jungkook says angrily, taking his hand to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it, and choking you. You let out a low noise, closing your eyes tightly as he says in a low, dirty tone, “Are you that obsessed with me?” He laughs and you shake your head, nodding, your eyes watering with pleasure.

Jungkook forces your neck up, making you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Your makeup was now not as intact as before and his previously straight hair now had a few strands falling over his forehead. He lets you go and you can finally breathe. As you exhales sharply, he laughs, slapping your ass hard and grabbing it.

Jungkook pulls out of you, abruptly stopping moving. You feel your body falter when he releases you and you groan, hating the feeling of not having him inside you anymore.

“I need more, Jungkook” you say, desperately, looking for his body. Jungkook keeps you still, making your torso lean more and automatically your ass becomes even more pert.

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll give you more” as he finishes speaking, you hear him spit audibly into his own hand and, without warning, he starts rubbing his fingers against your asshole, tilting his face and kissing the part of your skin behind your ear. “I’m going to give you something I never gave you before” he introduces a finger, rotating it inside your ass and making circular movements to widen you. “Or will it be the other way around?” he says hoarsely, laughing softly before starting to penetrate you slowly, but moaning extremely loud.

“What a tight ass, damn it” Jungkook curses, involuntarily starting movements a little faster, but without much force. You roll slowly, feeling a little pain with the movements, trying to get used to him. You moan, taking one hand to the side of your ass and pulling it, to give him a more exposed view.

“Daddy” you whisper knowing what the nickname would do to your boyfriend. You look up at his reflection in the mirror, noticing the sudden change in expression, to an even angrier one – you didn't even know that was possible. Jungkook forces his fingers further inside your ass, making you contract around him.

“You’re so tight, baby girl. I don’t think you can handle my dick.”

You sigh, moaning a little more as his fingers stretch you.

“I can handle it, daddy. I promise. I do everything for you."

That was Jungkook's cue to replace his fingers with his dick. He spat once more, to help lubricate you and hit the head of his dick against your hole, fucking your ass mercilessly and without giving you much time to get used to having all of him inside you. A few more thrusts and he was almost there. He moaned loudly and painfully, each time he hit you deep. You also felt pain, he was too big to be that deep inside you, but you couldn't stop.

“I’m obsessed with you” he said, fucking you over and over. You roll over and, with the other hand, Jungkook inserts two fingers into your pussy, fucking you from the front and behind. His movements were no longer rhythmic, but they were pleasurable and it didn't take long for him to start cumming inside your butt.

He moaned your name loudly as he flexed his phalanges, hitting your sensitive spot inside your pussy again until you came too.

Both completely ruined, moaning uncontrollably. Your reflection in the mirror made it clear how intense and energetically exhausting that fuck was. The two of you were no longer ready to go to dinner with Jungkook’s parents.

As soon as he was out of you, he turned you towards him, kissing you intensely, caressing your cheek and placing delicate, slow kisses across your face and your cheeks. It didn't look at all like the raw version that had just eaten you out.

“We're going to be late and it's your fault” he whispered between one kiss and another and you smiled, tilting your head back and feeling his lips brushing your skin.

number 7; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 3k

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au

warnings: v jelly googie 😐, brat oc & brat tamer jk !! 🫢, mirror sex, overstimulation, possessiveness, squirting, dirty talk, marking, they love bickering, cum eating, spanks, jaykay's lowkey a simp <3, taking kinda? naughty pictures 😋, choking, tummy bulging, size kink, name calling

summary: pov: your jealous fuck buddy pounds you in his jersey.

a/n: i couldn't resist 👩🏻‍💻 m tew obsessed w him what can i say ✋🏼

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You don’t know how exactly this situation unfurled.

It just kind of happened.

One minute you were on your way to Jungkook’s shabby dorm, padding briskly across the dim campus to fetch your journal that you accidentally misplaced in his apartment – and the next, Jungkook is fucking you in front of his mirror while you are clad in nothing but his jersey.

The correlation between your initial ambition and your current circumstance is a tiny mix of fragmented thoughts in your mind as Jungkook unceasingly thrusts into you.

You just wanted your journal back.

But Jungkook gave you his dick instead.

His oversized jersey swallows your body. He has the soft material tightly bundled in his hand at your lower back.

“God, Jungkook.”

His cock stretches your cunt deliciously, rutting into you with full force.

Your palms are placed on Jungkook’s fully-body mirror, and you feel partly guilty for dirtying it with your fingerprints. But it’s not like either of you genuinely care about producing a mess the way Jungkook fiercely pounds into you from behind. You both are destined to create a mess when you’re together.

Your eyes meet in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” Jungkook rasps. His palm smooths over your clothed back, pulling your hair to the side to get a clearer view of the imprint.

Jeon Jungkook. 7.

Seeing you in in his jersey sprouted carnal desire in Jungkook, something plainly self-indulgent. It dwindled his freshly blossomed possessiveness from recent events but made his need for you grow even bigger.

“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you?” He returns your stare in the mirror, mussed bangs fluttering over his forehead.

“Harder, Jungkook,” you demand breathlessly.

“What’s the word?” You see his eyebrow twitch slightly in the mirror.

“Please - please fuck me harder, Jungkook.”

His hands are firmly anchored in your hips and he changes his lunges to sharper, rougher ones. Your heartbeat roars in your ears, legs trembling as his length is deeply sheathed inside, his tip kissing places that elicit the softest whines from you.

“You like this, don’t you?” His big hand snakes around your throat. “Like getting fucked like a slut?”

The pads of his fingers press into you and your eyes blur. Just the sight of his inked hand on your throat makes your pussy squeeze his cock, the giddiness flourishing everywhere, reaching your fingertips and bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pretty princess loves to get fucked like a slut, hm?” he whispers.

“Yes, yes I do – fuck.”

His hushed, dirty words kindle the tingle in your tummy and you fall apart beneath him, a sniffled moan scurrying past your lips.

A dark scoff hits the base of your neck. “That’s a good girl.” He plants the tiniest kiss on your shoulder, releasing your throat from his grip. “Always so good.”

Jungkook draws you into his arms, moving to his bed with you.

“On your back,” he instructs, pushing you down on his bed.

You get comfortable on his soft duvet, legs spread. Jungkook’s hand is braced at the back of your thigh. He eases his cock back into you, tongue darting out as your tight walls enclose him again.

He tugs the jersey up, staring at the way he vanishes between your velvety pussylips, your tummy bulging when he bottoms out. Jungkook moves leisurely, the way he moves his hips so sinful and practised, the thin curb chain in silver he is wearing dangles over your face.

“Pretty,” you chunter. You reach out and play with it a little as Jungkook places his palm on your tummy with a little pressure. “Mhmm, Jungkook.” Your toes curl in pleasure and he smirks, giving your knee a tiny peck. “You’re so big,” you slur.

“Your little pussy takes me so well,” he praises. His hand disappears under his jersey, and he palms your supple breast. Your tiny nub pops out when Jungkook pinches and plays with it.

You choke on a gasp. Your legs impulsively wrap around him to drag him closer.

“Mine.” Jungkook’s fierce eyes trail down your body. “All mine.”

A sprinkle of playfulness sets on your face. “You’re still jealous because of Chanyeol?”

A day has passed since the kiss cam made Chanyeol and you kiss. You weren’t able to see Jungkook after the game because his team went out for dinner after their win.

As usual Taehyung invited you, but you declined. The way your brother spoke to you with cold eyes was reason enough to stay home instead. Jungkook was following your little conversation from the back, his secret glances prickling your skin.

When Taehyung came back home, he didn’t waste a second to reprimand you. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he interrupted your Sims 4 gameplay, rudely disregarding the reality tv show that was blasting on tv, with his annoying nagging and unnecessary enquiries.

He even dared to ask is Chanyeol your boyfriend? And you wanted to answer yes just to annoy him.

But you also wanted to resume building a house for your Sims family and watch your reality tv show in peace, so you grimaced, a harsh no rolling off your tongue.

Jungkook’s tongue pokes his cheek. “ ‘m not,” he denies, thrusts turning keener.

“Sure you’re not.” The pad of your fingers trickle along his broad front. “Chanyeol-” His name leaves your mouth as a moan when Jungkook pounds into you deep, his cock reaching spots that make you breathless for a moment. “Chanyeol is a good kisser.”

“He can have your mouth.” Jungkook’s leans down, shadowy eyes staring straight into yours. You inhale shakily. “He can have a little kiss.” His tone is tinted with mockery, combined with a condescending undercurrent. “But your pussy,” – Jungkook lifts your chin with his thumb – “is mine.”

Your heart beats abnormally in your chest.

“Prove it.”

Jungkook is not in the least swayed by your provocation. He’s become used to it by now.

His brow twitches, the challenge twinkling in his eyes. Jungkook stops, his hand is on the curve of your hip, demanding you to flip over.

“Ass up.” He tugs your ass up in the air. His palm rests on the back of your head. “Face down.”

There’s nothing that makes you heart flutter more than sparking the fire in Jungkook.

He squeezes his cock between your plush pussylips. A forceful push of his hips coaxes a whiny moan from you.

“Prove it?” Jungkook ridicules you. “Fucking take it then.”

His hips clash against your body and you nuzzle your face deep into the pillow as a cry flies past your lips. Jungkook pounds you into his mattress, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

He eyes keep wandering to his name printed on the jersey. Your tiny, stunning body swathed in what belongs to him. It reminds him that you want this just as badly as he does – that you keep coming back to him because you want to be with him as much as he wants to be with you. That you can’t get enough of his cock as he can’t from your pussy. That you keep this secret arrangement going because neither of you is ready to let go.

And Jungkook makes sure it remains that way by fucking you the way he knows you will inevitably cum around his cock.

“Always so naughty, so bratty,” he spits, striking your ass. “You wanna act like a brat?” He smacks you again, harder. “Then you’re getting fucked like one.”

Jungkook wears a frown on his face. The wet sounds of his cock ruining your pussy spurs him on. His skin slaps against yours, creating obscene sounds that are one of Jungkook’s favourites.

After wetting his thumb with his spit, he dips his pad into your other hole, just to tease a little. You wriggle beneath him, whiny sounds erupting from you.

“Let me tease,” he shushes, spitting on your puckered hole and circling his thumb over it. “Gonna fuck your ass the next time you behave like a fucking brat.”

“God,” you mutter into the pillow.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Jungkook removes his finger just when you started relaxing, earning a prolonged whimper from you. “You’re not the only one who gets to tease, princess.” Jungkook feels your walls clamp together. He hisses at your tight pussy, swallowing his own desire to fill you up and focusing on you instead.

“G-gonna cum. Fuck – I’m so close.”

“That’s what I thought.” His voice is dripping in contempt, but that’s exactly what prompts you to reach your high like a whirlwind. “Moan my fucking name when you cum.”

“Jungkook.” You meekly whine his name, heavy puffs hit the pillow as the feeling in your tummy expands into your entire body.

“Good girl.” His saccharine lilt dispels your drowsiness, gently drawing you back to reality.

Jungkook withdraws his cock from your clenching walls. You complain in a sulky grumble at the loss.

You lift your head and crane your neck around.

His doe eyes shimmer in a way that you can’t quite pinpoint. Before you can ask him, Jungkook spreads your cheek apart with one hand, his other plunging two fingers inside your soft pussy.

Your head plops down again as a shrill squeak springs from your chest.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His fingers are fast, unyielding. “You’re gonna cum again for me.”

“Too much.”

“Yeah? Too much?” Mock sympathy bleeds from his voice. The pad of his fingers rub over your sensitive spot. “I know you can take it,” Jungkook says. “I know my pussy can take it.”

Your fingers claw at the pillow beneath your face, muffled mewls flying across your lips. He gets you to the point of losing yourself in another climax fast, his deft fingers know precisely how to move inside you, how to get your walls spasm around them as the feeling builds up in your tummy.

“Huh, princess?” His other hand delivers a teasing spank on your ass. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? Always so greedy.”

You want to say no I’m not gonna cum, want to act bratty again just because, but your head answers his taunting question with little, desperate yeses like a mantra.

The muscles in your belly contract when everything in your body begins to tingle. You tremble, pussy pulsating from the sensitivity. It’s so intense your hands hurt from gripping the pillow for dear life. The sounds in the room are nasty, so wet. More prominent than usual.

You are frazzled, a quivering mess lying limply on his rustled sheets.

Jungkook’s fingers are still sheathed between your fluttering walls, but his movements have stopped. “Fuck, princess,” he says with wonder. “You squirted everywhere.”

Your perplexity wins over your need to catch your breath and you turn your head, blinking in confusion. “I did what?”

“Squirted,” he curtly repeats in a mumble, popping his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean.

It has happened before, just very rarely. But every time you have, Jungkook eyes sparkled in a lustful and dreamy way – like right now.

“Was that good, huh?” He ribs, lips curving up into a smirk.

With a tired sigh, your cheek meets the cushiony pillow. You mumble something incoherent.

Jungkook stoops down. His hand brushes over your hair, smoothing some flyaways that sprouted from your wriggling.

“Don’t underestimate me.” His voice is low, eliciting tingles on your skin, but the kiss he plants on your cheek is soft, feather light.

You smile, a little deliriously, a little awestruck.

You roll onto your back. “Where do you wanna cum?”

Jungkook sits on his heels, lazily stroking his cock. He ogles your body, tiny puffs bubbling from his mouth. Instinctively, your catch your lower lip with your teeth. Watching Jungkook pleasure himself, the view of his tatted hand in general, makes your fingertips itch in anticipation.

You exchange your hand with his while he still muses over his choices.

He gazes at you slack-jawed. “Face,” Jungkook utters between desperate moans.

You shake your head. It is tempting, considering Jungkook’s yearning eyes, but you don’t want to ruin your make-up. “I still have somewhere to go.”

A frown twists his features. “Where are you going? It’s late.”

“It’s not late,” you argue.

“It’s dark outside. I should bring you home.” His hand closes around yours, signalising to tighten your grasp on his cock. You do, pumping him with a little more pressure. The soft sounds from his lips that follow are like music to your ears.

“It’s just the stationary shop. Need to stock up on some things.”

“Stickers?” he questions, brows furrowed when your hand moves faster.

“Yeah. And my black gel pen too.”

“The 0.5 mm one?”

You giggle. “Yes, that one.”

You lean closer to add a little spit on his dick, but you can’t help but tease him a little. You glide your tongue over the underside of his cock, swirl around his flush tip and suck a little on it.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Mouth feels so good.”

You continue with kitten licks, eyes casted upwards to catch every reaction. The visible muscles on Jungkook’s tummy strain as he nears his climax.

“Gonna cum,” he chokes out.

You draw back, pumping his cock as breathy, helpless moans escape Jungkook. Strings of white land on his defined abdomen and you watch him release with avid eyes.

“So much,” you mumble, flicking your finger through the mess on Jungkook’s glistening skin and sticking your cum covered pad into your mouth.

Gaspingly, Jungkook reaches for tissues on the bedside table. He cleans himself up before he orders you to lie down. He spreads your legs apart by pushing your thigh and tenderly cleans you as well.

He haphazardly tosses the dirty tissues back on his table.

“Wanna take a shower?” Jungkook mutters into the crook of your neck.

You throw your leg over his cinched waist. “I gotta go. The stationary shop will close soon.”

Jungkook pulls his jersey up, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbones and down to your tits. He shortly teases your sensitive bud with his tongue before he presses a kiss below your boob. You feel him suck your skin between his puffy lips and utter a whiny complaint.

“No marks.” You lightly kick him with your heel on his ass.

Jungkook grouses against your skin. “No one’s gonna see it here.” He says affronted.

“I couldn’t wear the cute top I wanted today because of this.” You point to the faint purple mark beneath your collarbone.

“You look cuter in this anyway,” he retorts smoothly, giving your tit one last peck. “Should wear it more often.” He covers your body with his jersey again.

You grow shy beneath his stare, but you push him off your body and stand up. Jungkook fluffs the pillow and lets his back hit the mattress.

He has a cheeky smile plastered on his face. “You look so fucking sexy in my jersey.” His tongue swipes over his pink bottom lip. “Do a little twirl for me.” With his palm tucked under his head, he watches with relish as you spin.

You giggle mid-turn, a bubbly feeling swelling in your chest.

“Pretty.” Jungkook grabs his phone from the nightstand. “Lemme snap a pic.” He sits up.

You turn your back to him, and he gently pulls your hair to the side.

Jungkook has a vast collection of pictures of you from numerous nights spent in each other's bed. He takes joy in photography, and being Jungkook’s muse feels oddly fulfilling – but only on condition that your face is not visible in any of his snapshots.

You gasp when your feel Jungkook’s sneaky hand pull up his jersey and grab a handful of your ass. He chuckles at your reaction and takes quick pictures of the pretty ass in front of him.

“Yah,” you scold him, turning around again.

He flashes you the softest, dimpled smile and you are momentarily struck dumb by his effortless prettiness.

He grabs your hand and pulls you onto his lap. “Lemme come with you.”

You arrange his tangly bangs. “You know we can’t.” You’re very careful not to be seen with Jungkook. Rumours spread quickly here.

“No one will see us in the stationary store,” he insists.

“Why do you even wanna go there.” You quirk an eyebrow. “There’s nothing for you there.”

Jungkook shrugs indifferently, but you catch the corner of his lips lift faintly. “You’re there.”

“Stop playing,” you say, nudging his shoulder. But you can’t help the smile that forms on your face.

“Watchu doing tomorrow?”

“Shopping for a dress. Mum said I should dress nicely for the dinner with Minho and his parents.”

You don’t want your parents to come over for the weekend. And you certainly don’t want to have dinner with their friends, whose son they’re trying to set you up with.

“We won’t see each other then?” Jungkook asks, squeezing your bare thigh.

Your fingers find his necklace and you toy with it a little. “Probably.” You lean closer to catch his mouth in a kiss before you get up. “I’m gonna head out now.”

“Send me pics,” Jungkook tells you in his sweet voice.

“Huh?”

“In that dress you’re gonna buy. I wanna see you in it.”

You titter at his shamelessness. “Behave for once, Jungkook.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Say that again and I’ll throw you over my lap.”

He knows exactly what he is doing. He sports a proud smile on his face, cocking his head in provocation.

You muse over it as you step into your panties. Your eyes land on your journal on Jungkook’s desk.

You’d like to stay, but the stationary store. You wanted to spend a cosy evening in your room, journaling with some new supplies to finish off the hectic day.

You remove Jungkook’s jersey from your body. His round eyes immediately land on your naked figure.

Mischievousness contorts your features. “Next time,” you promise.

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read pt 1 here if u haven't <3

Bad Guy | JJK ft. KTH (M)

A certain video circulates the school after your big mistake and you never do mistakes, but you did this time… a big one: J e o n J u n g k o o k

— Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft. Taehyung

— Genre: Drama

— AU(s): College!AU Fratboy!AU

— Warnings: Fingering, Oral, choking, all kinds of sex, okay? Oh, and sometimes it’s unprotected.

— Word Count: 4.6k

— Note: This is the first actual fic that I will post to Tumblr! I’m nervous/excited. I hope you enjoy it. 

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01; I’m the Bad Guy

Jeon Jungkook.

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t heard that name before. Of course you have… The campus was big, but rumors had it that Jeon Jungkook was bigger. Harder, better, faster, stronger weren’t just four words Jungkook was known for saying, they were four words he was praised for delivering. Oh how girls would die to squirm under Jungkook’s touch, to be taken to a place only he could take you, and he knew that. Jungkook knew he had girls at the palm of his hand (which is how he got himself in the palm of theirs).

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FADE INTO YOU 🦢 jeon jungkook.

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

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

You dared bring another fucking guy in his work place.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not fucking going there.

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

You never did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wants you as obsessed as him.

[03:21am] just came home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Replacement? Really, Jungkook?”

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

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

He can never stay mad at you for long.

“You are.”

“My apologies, angel.”

The sarcasm doesn’t escape you.

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

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

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

“Jungkook.”

“(Y/N).”

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

“You’re acting childish.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In plain sight, for everyone to see. Christ.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I own you.”

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

He’d fucking destroy you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course he did.

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

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

“Say my fucking name.”

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

“That’s right, baby. Again.”

“Jungkook!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hell is empty - JJK, KTH

06. CRY BABY

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 5K

play — cry baby by the neighbourhood

warnings/tags — single parent!reader, ceo!taehyung, dad!jk, ex-bf!jk, pharmacy tech!reader, strong language, mentions of injuries, mentions of guns & shooting, mentions of drowning, mentions of stalking & killing, hospitals, more confusion + unsettled business, lots of feelings, kissing, heavy petting

note: another update in the same week? wow. anyway i hope you guys enjoy this chapter. i decided to split it into two again because too much happens & it’ll be a lot to digest in one go. so look forward to part 06.2 next Monday ;)

Even if your head is throbbing, mind clogged with a million and one unsettling thoughts, you’re forced to slap on a smile.

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 jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅴ)

here’s a list of my favourite jungkook fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed ♡

a- angst s- smut f- fluff

series

love to hate by @kpopfanfictrash f s a (enemies to lovers friends with benefits)

crybaby (2) (3) by @lavishedinjimin f s

monster by @btssmutgalore s a (frat boy bad boy jk college au)

bunny by @btssmutgalore s a (friends to lovers camboy jk)

desperado by @chocominnie f s a (mafia au)

redemption by @chocominnie f s a (sequel to desperado mafia au)

bands by @xpeachesncream f s a (idol au stripper au strangers to lovers au)

stockholm syndrome by @taleasnewastime f s a (mafia/gang au strangers to lovers)

birds by @missbickerbocker f s a (strangers to lovers doctor jk)

wanderlust with you by @amourtae f s (dilf jk married couple established relationship)

paddle with me by @yoongsgguktae s (enemies to lovers au camp counselor au)

f is for by @1kook s (fuck boy and fuck girl drabbles)

born sinner by @1kook s (virgin jk)

to build a home by @soft4gguk f s a (nanny au dilf jk ceo au)

stoic by @blue-jade s a (ceo au cheater jk)

↬ redemption s a (exes au part 2 of stoic)

like you used to by @bratkook

↬like you never did (part 2) s a (ex boyfriend jk toxic exes

deep six by @bratkook s a (infidelity au biker gang au)

bad for you by @yoonia s a (stripper au)

for me by @personasintro f s a (dilf jk neighbours au)

long way home by @sparklingchim f a (dilf jk friends to lovers)

ever ever after by @hansolmates f s a (dilf jk disney au fantasy au)

slow dancing by @yoonia s a (soulmate au) ft. Namjoon

graduation by @shina913 f s a (best friends to lovers slow burn)

one-shot

how long will we fall by @jiminrings f a (soulmate au unrequited love au friends to lovers au)

fuck me forever by @bangtangalicious s (friends with benefits au)

fuck me better by @bangtangalicious s ft.Taehyung

touch me wherever by @bangtangalicious s (innocent jk and reader loss of innocence au)

pour it up by @jungkxook s (fuckboys threesome) ft. Taehyung

just for tonight by @jungkxook f s (strangers to lovers)

my fault by @krreader a

catharsis by @junghelioseok s (college au friends with benefits au) ft. Jimin

waking up in vegas by @ppersonna f s (brother’s best friend accidental marriage)

the lighthouse by @rubycoast f a (mutual pinning strangers to lovers)

forever heart by @sparklingchim s a (exes au first love)

champagne problems by @smoochkooks f s a (friends with benefits kinda sugar daddy au)

christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks f s (established relationship au)

ready or not? by @chateautae s (college au)

slip'n slide by @sugasbabiie f s a (exes to lovers)

the lonely hearts club by @vantaenims f a (college au friends to lovers)

brother’s best friend by @bts-hyperfixation

hate sex by @yeoreos s (friends with benefits)

milestone by @1kook s (first time brother’s best friend)

it takes two by @junghelioseok s (roommate au fake dating au)

studio sessions by @writtenwhalien f s (brother’s best friend friends with benefits to lovers)

finishing line by @kooksbliss f s (strangers to lovers street racer au)

the art of war more by @kpopfanfictrash s a (jock jk enemies to lovers college au)

the maid of honor misadventures by @jjkthclub f s (maid of honor au one night stand au)

young god by @njssi s (brother’s best friend)

chasing butterflies by @ddaenggtan f s (college au nerd jk idiots to lovers)

an abundance of peaches by @yoongphoria f s a (best friends to lovers frat boy au)

↬looking for other jjk fics or the other members check out my library

hell is empty Ꭵ - JJK, KTH

↣ life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | fluff, angst, smut

word count — 10K

warnings/tags — love triangle au, single parent!reader, pharmacy tech!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, strong language, one very cute kid, y/n is going through her own shit, body image insecurities, mentions of stalking, a hottae, hand kink, explicit smut — dirty talk, biting/scratching, oral (f), fingering, clit biting, spanking, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, nipple play, praise kink, cum eating, brief handjob, overstimulation, spitting, protected sex, cowgirl

a/n — ahh here’s part 01 !! this is a truncated version. please drop a comment or an ask if you liked this <3

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ABSOLUTE FAV

Falling for you ( Falling from grace) ( Complete )

Summary : Friends with benefits? Or maybe Enemies who just happen to fuck? Areum and Jungkook love driving each other crazy, but also can’t keep their hands off each other.

Chapter 1 

 Chapter 2 

 Chapter 3

 Chapter 4

 Chapter 5  

Chapter 6  

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 ( Final ) 

Something about sitting on the counter in Jungkook’s kitchen, wearing nothing but his shirt and chopping carrots , while the clock read 2.20 AM felt so right, that I couldn’t stop grinning. 

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Fuckboy training

Bangtan gym club masterlist  (If you like fuckboy training then it’s good news for you because there will be a story about each member of the gym club!)

PART 1

PARTS ⇢  1 l 2 l 3 l 4 l 5 (ending) l (mini-series) finished

🥊 Pairing: Jungkook x oc 

🥊 Genre: fuckboy au, uni gym club au, boxing au, sport au, frenemies to lovers au

🥊 Summary: There’s a fitness club at your University run by the seven most popular kids in school, girls usually come in long lines the unwritten rule is you can get free exercise after training if you know what I mean ;).

🥊 Warnings: fuckboys? (that’s a warning itself if you ask me) Koo is a little shit here (but we still love him), slow burn, talking about sex a lot, mutual pinning, jealous reader

🥊 Published: 2020.08.22.

🥊 Words: 6.6k

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HEAR ME OUT: purple hair jin, edging. y/n cums anyway because she's a cheeky brat and hides the fact that she's close, he's mad, spanking ensues. ok BYE i'm excited 👀

moon!! here it isss!!! enjoy because i sure did 😩💓

warnings: mirror sex, degradation, spanking

"Look at you." Jin coos at your figure in the mirror and your body is littered with dark purple bruises. His hands roam your body and your eyes are glued to the way his cock thrusts in and out of you. The way it disappears into your heat and how it's so big and thick. "Do you like seeing me fuck you?"

The sensation has tingles shooting up your spine. Your boyfriend's voice is low and husky and it has your pussy clenching around his cock. Strands of his purple hair fall into his eyes and he ignores it as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. The mirror in front of you both allows you to see your face and your reactions as he pleasures you.

"Love seeing you fall apart on my cock." Jin groans.

You squirm around, staring at your boyfriend's flushed face as a low growl leaves his throat. He fills you up and the room's filled with erotic sounds of his balls slapping into you. The tip of his cock hits a spot inside of you that has your body buckling over and you seeing the stars. Everything feels so good and you can't help but feel your release approaching.

"J-Jin…" You moan.

Your stomach tightens and you feel your orgasm wrack through your body, pleasure shooting up your spine. You desperately try to keep your expression straight, not wanting to let Jin know that you had just come. You really should be known better though.

He stops his movements and his eyes harden into a glare. "Did you just come?" You shake your head. "No? Really Y/n? You shouldn't lie to me."

His eyes through the mirror has you shivering and you try to look somewhere else, anywhere else but you can feel him all around you. The truth is practically forced out of you and once it slips past your lips you hear Jin growl and turn you over onto his lap. He delivers a harsh smack and a red mark begins to bloom. The zing of pain that shoots up within you only has your pussy dripping more.

He makes you count as he hits you, one by one, delivering one on each ass cheek. There's a steady rhythm to it and you can't help but stick your ass higher, craving his touch.

"Such a needy whore, want me to fuck this cunt raw don't you? Can't even follow simple instructions, do you need to be taught like a fucking baby?"

You whimper at the numbness that fills the lower part of your body. Jin gives your ass a squeeze. You try to contain the moan that threatens to slip past your lips but it comes out and it's a long moan. You can feel him smirk as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

"Gonna teach you a fucking lesson brat."

Behind 7 / 11 | Jungkook

summary

You found a pill that would help induce pleasure and he fucked the shit out of you in the car and on the streets.

Jungkook bf au! Car sex!

wc: 3k

warnings; PWP, Public sex, car sex, viagra ( f ), high arousal fluid, spanking, grinding, dirty talk, praise kink, squirting, big dick jungkook, kissing, marking, degradation, muscular jungkook, verbal kook, dom jungkook, oral, deepthroat, pearcings and tattooed jungkook even though it's not mentioned,

Sitting on his lap in the front seat, you held the condom wrapper in your mouth as if asking if he wanted it. With the L-size condom being spat out into the other passenger seat, you grabbed the kitty female pill and swallowed it down with his leftover soda.

"Will it work?" Jungkook asks, rubbing your ass.

"I don't know, I mean is randomly grabbed it when looking for condoms," you told, picking up the package to read the directions. "5 mins to kick in" you added. Nodding, he laid the driver's chair back and you laid down on top of him. Feeling wetness build from grinding on his crouch you moaned softly, placing your chin on his shoulder. Noticing your arousal, he pushed back up into your underwear making sure you really could feel how hard he was getting.

With his cock buried between your slit, his hands automatically placed themselves on your hips to add more pressure cashing a sharp loud moan into his ear. "please" you begged, becoming wetter and needier by the second.

"I'll think about it" he teased, pulling his sweats and boxers down. Rolling his bare crotch into your heat, your wetness increased, coating his tip in the process. Moaning, he took his thumb and rubbed the wetness around his tip as your lips made way towards his neck and pussy grinding back on his hardness.

"Mm like that" he praised, humming and leaning his head back forgetting he's parked in the back of a 7/11 store. As your lips danced around the delicate area, he closed his eyes to pulled your panties down to your knees and then flung them somewhere on the dashboard to be found later. Moving his hands to your back, he gripped and rubbed down the center as your lips traveled down his neck stopping at where his shirt began.

Whining you tugged on a shirt, telling him to take it off. Smiling, he helped you take yours off and then his as his hands help unclasp your bra. Throwing that in the back seat, he covered you up with his shirt as someone's car lights came through the dark windows.

"Thanks" you kiss his cheek, moving down to his pectoral muscles to then stop at the begging of his abs. Moving back up his body to his lips, you took his length in your hands and slightly placed it at your entrance. Dripping around him and bouncing slightly on his tip, causing deep breaths to escape as enjoyed the small pleasure of his tip being grinded on.

"Mm, fuck yes~" he moans, hands-on your ass as you bounce softly a bit further down. Breathing deeply as well, you connected your forehead to his before he moves his lips around your neck as small audible moans leave your mouth. Looking down at him, you moved your hands on his chest shifting your weight into your knees as you softly slide down his veiny length. Holding one hand on your waist and the other your back, he held on as you bounced slowly up and down his length moaning as he filled you up.

"Bounce slower," he told, your body bouncing slower and in circles as the both of you breathe heavily. "Fuck baby, keep ridding like that" he praises looking at your lips and going in for a kiss as your arms loosely wrapped around his neck, boobs bounce slightly. Kissing back, you moan down his throat as he pushes you down his length. Smirking in the kiss, he took it one step deeper moving the pace of it faster as his hands gripped and slapped your ass.

Sitting up and bringing you up with him, he pushed you slightly on the dashboard as his mouth connected to your tits and your hands push his long hair back out his eyes. Moaning feeling your pussy pulse on him, you moved your hips in circles as his lips tucked and pulled on your nipples as your pussy drenches his cock begging to get fucked. Moving his head away, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you begin bouncing up and down on his cock rapidly.

"Fuck me please, my pussy can't take any longer than this" you cried, aching on him as he watched your break down on his cock.

"Fuck me jungkook!" You repeated, crying at the amount of pleasure you were receiving from bouncing on him. Slapping your ass, he watched you beg and ride him for your pleasure as he spanked your ass for his own. Looking into your eyes with hunger, he unlocked the car door and you immediately stopped.

"You really think l'll have room in this car to fuck you?" He asked with a deeper tone, his arms crossing with a smirk. "Out and in the back seat" he adds, slapping your ass waiting. Whining, you get out as he unlocks the back door. Checking the surroundings, you two are the only ones hear which means he can go all out. Getting out himself and closing the drivers door, he snatches your waist and pushed you into the car.

" your such a slut for me aren't you?" He asks, towering over you and spreading your legs open as he squats down. Humming yes, he smacks your ass hard.

Taking his finger, he rubs in-between your slit taking a liking to the wetness. Sucking his finger off, he moves his muscular arms around your chest to turn the both of you around. "You're gonna take my cock in public eye like this, watching people see your fucking pussy drool on the cement" he whispers, sliding his cock back in you.

Thrusting in, you place a hand on the car window as he lifts a leg of your up as his head goes back in pleasure.

"Don't stop! Jungkook I'm cum-"Moaning loudly, your pussy starts ejaculating what seemed like a clear liquid. Stopping, he put your leg down and watched you shake softly under him. Holding you close, he opens the back door and lifts you in.

"Fuck do that again baby!" He tells, lining back up as your legs spread open wide and in the air. Leaning forward, you gripped onto his back as he thrusts deep filling your dripping hole with his cock, moaning his name in ecstasy. Pounding into you, your back arches and squeezes down on him in pleasure causing a loud and forced moan from his lips.

"Keep doing that, you're gonna make me cum!" He tells, thrusting harder, pushing your legs back as you clench and arch your back underneath him. Moaning louder in your ear, you grip his shoulder and moan into his neck as his cock hits your cervix just right. Gripping and scratching his back, you see the way his face scrunches signaling how close he's becoming as he pants. Calling his name he pulls off and out helping you onto the bare ground as he enters himself in your mouth, holding your head back he gently slaps your cheek before making you deep throat him.

"Ah~ suck it!" He moans, your hands knowing where to be placed on his shaft to jerk him into your mouth looking up at him with big eyes as he cums deep into your mouth. Panting, he looks down and pats your head pulling himself out.

"Round 2?" He asks.

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