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The Next
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Pairing: Jungkook / Reader
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: this is just a short drabble about dad!Jungkook, based off something which happened in a game of BitLife LOL
Word Count: 1,391
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➝ jungkook x reader
➝ genre: fluff, angst | single dad au
➝ summary: for almost four years it had been just him and sarang, and he had no plans on changing the life they had become accustomed to any time soon, but of course y/n has to come and shake his world.
main masterlist
0.0. intros
0.1. tricks
0.2. blind date
0.3. disappointing
0.4. mid twenties
0.5. confidence boost
0.6. childhood crush
0.7. we’re a family
0.8. fashion prodigy
0.9. dumpling
1.0. back in seoul?
1.1. businesswoman
1.2. sweet angel
1.3. lucky
1.4. let’s talk
1.5. L word
1.6. busan junk food
1.7. coolest kid
1.8. high quality boyfriend
1.9. family
2.0. rainbow cake
2.1. birthday traditions
2.2. my kinda girls
2.3. again
2.4. break
2.5. sugary treats
2.6. my little lovie
2.7. girls on a mission
2.8. positive
2.9. make it right
3.0. my angel
3.1. breakfast time
3.2. soft on main
3.3. the one
3.4. sarang 2.0
3.5. not a party
3.6. daddy’s cuddles
3.7. epilogue I
3.8. epilogue II
the art of wanting | jjk (m/nc17)
>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc
>>genre: strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, a lil bit of plot
>>word count: 10.3k literally why cant i write anything short ever hhhh
>>warnings: cute baby!!!, jk being a good dad, he likes to garden :(, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, handjob, coming in pants, AYOOO OC GOT A FAT COOCHIE, lowkey body worship, fat coochie supremacy, oral (m/f), safe sex, sexual tension, praise, multiple orgasms, eye contact, jk likes to watch 🥴, asking for permission, jk’s lowkey controlling i guess but it’s soft and like not toxic lol, PLAYFUL use of the word ‘daddy’, no actual daddy kink 🙄, dirty talk
>>notes: idk what it is, but something about actual dads being called ‘daddy’ in a sexy way just does not sit right w me 😐 so i did not include the d word in any sexy context sry daddie luvers, maybe next time !! anyway! late vday one shot!! didn’t turn out as good as i wanted, but i still hope you enjoy! sorry for any mistakes; this is not beta’d lol ALSO ty to @moonb0yy for helping me with parts ilysm much bestie ur the best <3
>>summary: you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you.
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Inevitable (Series Masterlist) | JJK
Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)
Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)
Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, talks of insecurities, explicit sexual content (oral sex, fingering, making out, straddling, unprotected/protected penetrative sex but be safe please! specific warnings will be written on applicable chapters)
Series Word count: ~76.8k
Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.
A/N: I love exes aus, and (athlete) dad Jungkook does things to me and after months of this little family living in my head, I finally got to put them into writing. So I hope you enjoy knowing them as much as I loved writing them 🥰 Also, my knowledge on baseball (and the MLB and the KBO) is quite shallow so for wrong terms and stuff… please ignore!
Prologue (wc: 2.2k)
Chapter 01 (wc: 6.9k)
Chapter 02 (wc: 7.2k)
Chapter 03 (wc: 7.7k)
Chapter 04 (wc: 9.9k)
Chapter 05 (wc: 7.5k)
Chapter 06 (wc: 7.7k)
Chapter 07 (wc: 6.6k)
Chapter 08 (wc: 14.7k)
Epilogue (final) (wc: 6.3k) || completed
HOPELESSLY CAPTIVATED (01) ✦ Jungkook
SUMMARY: A series of drabbles featuring you, a twenty-five year-old high school Literature teacher living on the same floor as Jeon Jungkook, a thirty-one year-old single dad and filmmaker living with his eleven-year-old daughter Yuki, and your encounters that leads the both of you to be hopelessly captivated with each other. Based on Niki’s Take A Chance With Me.
DRABBLE 01: A panicked Jeon Jungkook knocks on your door for help.
PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader
GENRE: Angst, Fluff, Slice of Life, Single Dad AU, Age Gap AU
WARNINGS: Suitable for all ages. No specific warnings for this drabble. Dad!Jungkook, maybe? Oh, and talks of menstrual period and allusion to complicated family relationships. Not proofread!
WORD COUNT: 1.7K
Your peaceful Sunday afternoon consisting of catching up on the episodes of your comfort series while eating your comfort food with a bottle of cola on the side is interrupted by a set of knocks on your door. Your eyebrows meet in confusion, not expecting anyone to come over nor did you have any deliveries. And even if you are expecting someone, they would have to use the intercom before the security lets them in. So, while you’re walking down to answer the door, you can only deduce that whoever is knocking on your door must be a neighbor. Your theory is proven correct when you open the door, and you see Jeon Jungkook – or should you say Mr. Jeon Jungkook – standing on the other side with an apologetic smile plastered on his lips and his eyes wide and panicked.
“Y/N, hi, I’m so sorry for bothering you. I just really need your help,” Jungkook states immediately, rubbing his palms against his loose black pants.
“It’s okay, Mr. Jeon. What is it?” You ask politely, placing your hand on the door.
“It’s Yuki. She’s-She’s calling for you. I think she’s gotten her period and is terrified,” Jungkook explains, biting his lower lip as his chest rises and falls heavily. He’s clearly concerned and worried.
You perk up, recognizing the seriousness of the situation. “Okay. Yeah, that can be terrifying. I have some pads she can use – they serve the same purpose regardless of age, don’t worry. I’ll just grab them and meet you at your apartment?”
A look of relief washes over his face. “Thank you, Y/N, seriously. This means a lot.”
“It’s no problem, Mr. Jeon,” You reply.
You make your way to your room and grab the unopened napkin from your shelf before making your way to the Jeons’ apartment three units across from yours. You knock, as a sign of respect, and Jungkook immediately answers the door and leads you to the bathroom. Your apartment’s floorplan is slightly different, you notice. His is clearly more spacious than your studio-type.
“She doesn’t want me anywhere near her, but if there is anything I can do to help, please let me know. I’ll be right down the hall,” Jungkook tells you softly to which you nod.
You wait until Jungkook is at the end of the hall before you softly knock on the door. “Yuki? Hi, it’s Y/N from Apartment 609. Your dad says you called for me. Is everything okay?”
You hear sniffing on the other side and your heart breaks just a little. Children crying are always a weakness of yours. “Y-Y/N? Is that really you?”
“Yes, Yuki, it’s really me. Can you tell me if you’re okay?”
“No, I’m not,” Yuki replies honestly. “I-I don’t know what to do!” She begins to cry again.
From your peripheral vision, you see Jungkook about to walk but you put up your hand to stop him, shaking your head. “It’s okay, Yuki. I was like that too when I first got my period. I was clueless on what to do.”
“I-I’m scared.”
You nod even though she doesn’t see you. “It’s alright to be scared of something you haven’t experienced or seen before, Yuki. If you let me, I can help you be a little less scared of it.”
It’s quiet for a moment then you hear the soft click of the door unlocking. The door opens slightly, and you take this as a sign to slip inside, seeing the dark-haired eleven-year-old sitting on the toilet with her face buried in her hands. When she hears you close the door, she looks up at you, eyes red and swollen, cheeks stained with tears. Her shiny black hair is all over her face and she’s still wearing her matching blue pajamas with little various kinds of shark printed on them.
You smile as you lower yourself in front of her to meet her eye-level, placing the napkin on the sink. “Hi, Yuki.”
She sniffs but politely returns the greeting. “Hello Y/N.”
“It’s scary, isn’t it? Waking up and seeing all this blood?” You ask and she nods. You hum. “Has your teacher or parents talked to you about getting your menstruation during puberty?”
“Yeah, my Science teacher, Ms. Cho, gave a lecture about it last semester,” Yuki answers, eyes similar to that of her father’s lowering as she fiddles with her fingers. “Mom and dad never really did.”
You nod in understanding. “I see. I learned about it through my teacher too.”
Her eyes shoot up to meet yours again, wide and filled with validation. Your heart breaks again. “Really?”
“Yeah. My mom passed away when I was young, so she never got the chance to teach me about periods and napkins and all that stuff. My dad – he was working so he wasn’t able to teach me about it too.”
It’s a watered-down version of your childhood, but you’re not about to trauma dump to an eleven-year-old.
“Can we clean you up? I’ll teach you everything I know about dealing with this every month,” You say, sucking your teeth. Yuki nods. “Okay. Do you wanna take a shower so you can get cleaned up? I’ll be outside with your clothes and towel once you’re finished.”
“Okay. Thank you, Y/N.”
“No problem, Yuki. I’m glad to be of help.”
You leave the bathroom to give Yuki privacy and spot her father leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. When he hears the door close, his head shoots up at your direction.
“Everything is fine, Mr. Jeon. She just got shaken up, but she’s already taking a shower. Can you prepare her clothes and her towel?” You ask, placing your hands on your hips.
“Yeah, her room is the one on your right,” Jungkook says as he points at it. “You can come inside if you want.”
So you do, looking at the ocean-themed room from the blue walls, the shark-printed bed sheets, whale-printed curtains, the sphere lamp covered in different marine animal stickers.
“She’s currently in her marine phase though it’s gotten a bit longer than I anticipated so maybe it’s not a phase after all,” Jungkook shares as he grabs clothes from his daughter’s cabinet then takes the towel hanging on it.
You nod, completely getting it. “I’ve had my phases too. Some I never really grew out of.”
“Yeah? Like what?” Jungkook asks, sending you a smile.
You can’t help but return it, albeit a teasing one. “It’s a secret, Mr. Jeon.”
He laughs a little, nodding as he grabs a pair of clean underwear from Yuki’s drawer. “Alright. I respect that.”
Once Yuki finished showering, you hand her the towel to dry and cover herself before you enter and tell her some tips on how to handle her menstruation, demonstrating how napkins work and telling her when to change it so she won’t get any sort of rashes. You also tell her about cravings and mood swings. Once she’s all done, you and Yuki step out of the bathroom, her hiding behind you and only peeking through your arm to look at her father who has lowered himself on the door, an encouraging smile on his face.
“Go on, Yuki. There is nothing to be ashamed of towards your dad,” You tell her gently. “But if you’re not ready, it’s okay too. I’m sure your dad will understand.”
Yuki contemplates before ultimately deciding on running towards her father who greets her with his arm wide open. You watch as Jungkook embraces Yuki warmly, eyes closing and pressing kisses on her cheek. Yuki buries her face on the crook of his neck.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m not mad. I understand. I’m just happy you’re okay now,” Jungkook soothes, rubbing Yuki’s back in circles.
At that moment, you feel a tug in your heart. You’ve never really looked at Jeon Jungkook before – your paths didn’t really cross despite living on the same floor. You would only get a chance to talk to Yuki when the two of you would be walking up the hill to your apartment building after school ended. Maybe it was because you were a homebody who spent your free time in the comfort of your home. But now that you had gotten the chance to really see him – you couldn’t deny that he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen.
You quickly shut down this thought. He’s a married man for crying out loud – it’s not right for you to be thinking about him in any way.
“Did you say thank you to Y/N?” Jungkook asks Yuki.
“She already did, and really, it’s not a problem. Glad I could be of help,” You say with a smile. “Anyway, I guess I’ll be on my way. I still have some papers to grade.”
“I’ll walk you back,” Jungkook offers.
You shake your head. “No, it’s okay, Mr. Jeon.”
“No, please, let me. It’s the least I can do for your help, for now, at least,” He insists. “I prepared your favorite snack in the kitchen, Yuki. I’ll just walk Y/N back to her apartment then I’ll join you, okay?” He tells his daughter, kissing the top of her head.
“Yes dad,” Yuki answers with a nod.
She gives you a hug on your way out.
“There’s really no need for you to walk me back, Mr. Jeon,” You say as you scratch the top of your head awkwardly.
“We are walking now so too late,” He quips, a lopsided smile forming on his lips. You only now see his piercing. Damn. “I’m serious though. This won’t just be the last thank you you’ll receive from me. You helped us out so much. You deserve better than a walk.”
“It’s really okay. I’m just happy that Yuki is fine,” You say as you reach your apartment. “Here I am. Thank you for walking me back, Mr. Jeon.”
“Thank you for everything, Y/N. If there is anything you need – anything – I’m just at 613, okay? Please don’t hesitate to knock on our door.”
You smile, nodding. “See you around, Mr. Jeon.”
“See you, Y/N, and if you’re comfortable with it, please just call me Jungkook.”
“Okay,” You say. “See you around, Jungkook.”
His smile widens – or at least in your mind it does. “Great. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Y/N.”
When you walk back inside your apartment, you press your back against the door, heart beating faster than normal. Why do you get the feeling that you’ll be seeing more of the Jeons? And why does it make your heart race?
ANDI: I need this while working on something as dark as Dead Kids so I won’t be too burnt out when writing it. I hope you guys liked it and let me know what you think! 🦉
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © ANDI-KOOK 2024. NO PART OF THIS STORY MAY BE REPRODUCED, TRANSLATED, MODIFIED, EDITED, REPOSTED AND THE LIKES WITHOUT THE AUTHOR’S PERMISSION.
the way i would killl for a cute little scene between amended jk and lily when she was 4/5 doing something sweet like him teaching her something, or helping her in any way🥺🥺 I always imagined jk with a lil soft spot for her mini princess and i hope he does have it because lily is just the cutesttt!
I hope you enjoy this! <3
Story: Amended Characters: Jungkook and Lily Length: 2406 CW: Some soft cursing, mentions of blood, that's it
“Elbow pads,” Jungkook said and Lily held her arms out for him to check the straps, even though he’d only fastened them a minute ago.
“Check!” she said.
“Wrist guards,” he said and held his hands out for her to slap with the guards in place.
“Check!” she said.
“Knee pads.”
“Check!”
“Helmet.”
“Check!” Lily laughed and swatted at him as he drummed lightly on the hot pink shell protecting her blonde head from the sort of thing he would not want to have to explain to Isabella later. Isabella and Ezra were at a birthday party, one Lily was too young to participate in, which had led to many tears from the six year old who considered all of Ezra’s friends her friends too.
There were few things Jungkook disliked more than Lily’s tears of disappointment, so he’d decided to make good on a promise he’d been given more than a year ago.
“Lesson one, how to carry the board,” he said, pulling the shortboard off the wall in the garage where he’d fitted hangings for his skateboards. Eomma had been about to throw them out when she and Appa were cleaning out their garage, and then Isabella had been skeptical why he’d want them seeing as he wasn’t seventeen anymore, but one smooth (ok, a little wobbly) ride home on the longboard had reminded him how much he enjoyed it. And he’d ridden since high school! Not in a few years, but now he’d do a few runs of the driveway on them, if Ezra and Lily had them out to play. They thought he looked cool. Isabella said he looked like a hospital visit but then she’d kiss his cheek affectionately so he thought she just didn’t want to admit that her little high school heart still thumped for him riding. He was sure of it.
“I want to ride the big one,” Lily frowned and pointed.
“No let’s start with this one. That one will be harder for you to steer.”
She made a face but it quickly dissolved into a smile as he handed her the shortboard with its bright blue and yellow geometric design on the bottom. When she balanced it on her head, he showed her how to carry it under her arm instead.
“It’s scratchy,” she giggled. “I always scratch my butt on it.”
“That scratchy is really important, it’s going to help your shoes stay in place.”
“Like glue?!”
“Not quite but sort of.”
They walked together to the end of the long driveway, where many times before she would perch her butt or tummy on the skateboard and scoot down the slight incline. Jungkook had a terror of her rolling over her fingers so at least she knew to keep her hands up, but she’d definitely fallen off a few times even so. Usually when she veered into the grass and rolled off.
“Ok for starters, you’re going to just stand and I’ll help you go. I want you to get a feel for how moving your body changes where you go. Are you left footed or right footed.”
“I have both feet,” she assured him, looking up with wide-eyed innocence.
“Yes but which is your– nevermind. Start walking towards me?”
“Why?” she asked, taking several steps in his direction, left foot first.
“Ah! You’re goofy!”
“You’re goofy,” she glared and giggled and stuck her tongue out.
“No, we call it goofy-footed, I think your left foot is your dominant foot.”
“What does dah-mint mean?”
“Never mind. Here, you’re going to stand like this on the board,” Jungkook said, taking up a demonstrative stance beside her. He waited for her to mimic his foot position, then took a moment to adjust her weight and shoulders, told her to bend her knees, hands out for now. She bounced up and down to make a game of it, giggling. Little girl energy was very different from teenage boy energy, when he’d learned to board from YouTube videos and hid in the garage until he wouldn’t embarrass himself.
“Great. Now let’s give it a go on the board. Up you go,” he said. She stepped up only to immediately yelp as it slid out from under her. Fortunately he caught her but they had to chase the board down.
“Easy does it, try again.”
“It’s like getting on a nervous horse,” she giggled.
“Have… you ever ridden a horse?”
“No like in Barbie, duh.”
“Duh,” he repeated, eyes wide, shaking his head at her sass. “Ok, easy like you’re getting on a nervous horse.”
He let her try again and then the third time decided to more actively help her find her balance. She had her legs straight which would have sent her sailing onto her bum when the board when flying if Jungkook hadn’t been right there to catch her under the armpits. So he held her tight as she stepped onto the board the third time, and made her bend her knees, and then maneuvered her to help her find the right balance.
“Steady, steadyyyy,” he teased, slowly letting go of her.
Lily made a horse whinnying noise and promptly fell off. He didn’t manage to catch her this time. For a brief moment he watched her waver between whether she thought this was funny or not, but she decided it was ok and popped back up.
They tried it again and this time Lily could hold steady enough that he gave her a little nudge to get her rolling.
“Knees bent! Knees bent!” he encouraged, hands hovering around her as she wobbled. He hadn’t pushed the skateboard hard though and when it abruptly lost steam against a crack in the sidewalk, Lily pitched forward and he barely managed to catch her.
“Again!” Lily cheered as she spun her around and toed the skateboard back into place. Of course she thought flying was fun! Jungkook smiled and ignored the burning starting in his muscles at being so consistently tensed so as to keep her from eating shit.
They tried the routine several more times, each time Jungkook pushing her a little further and faster as she did her best to maintain balance. Gradually he moved his hands away from her, trusting her to hold steady.
“Shit,” he choked as that came back to bite him in the ass: Lily took a forward tumble, shooting the board back into his shins, which hurt like shit and also kept him from catching her in time. Knee pads and wrist guards clattered against the driveway as Lily let out an anguished cry. He scooped her up, checking for any major injuries as big tears rolled down her face, blue eyes the size of dinner plates.
“Anything hurt? Anything broken?” he demanded, looking her over. She sniffled and shook her head. “You didn’t bite your tongue or break a tooth or anything?”
“It was scary!” she sobbed and threw her arms around his neck.
“Ok. I know. Ok we don’t have to keep going, you did really well today. You were doing it!”
But Lily sobbed, “I want to do it all the way.”
“All the way what?”
“I want to do tricks!” she cried. “I want to go up the house.”
“Up the house?”
“Up the house and I do a flip.”
“No no,” he laughed. “Today we just go down the driveway. You have to skate a while before you can do tricks and not up the side of the house! We’d need to go to a skate park.”
“When?”
“Not today, Lilybear. We can be done now. Let’s go inside and–”
“But I only went this far!” she sobbed and held up her fingers an inch apart.
“You… want to keep going?” It seemed untrue considering she was still crying, but she nodded and held her hand high to be lifted. So he picked her up to her feet. “Ok, well, high five! Let’s try again then!”
She was very brave with her little sniffles, wiping her face off and then complaining about the velcro that scratched her cheek. Jungkook got the skateboard set up again, helped her on, and then did it all again. Now that she’d had one fall, she was tense at first, but after a few minutes began to relax again and she started riding further. And further. And further until she reached more of the incline of their long driveway and gained speed. Jungkook had to jog to keep up and she shrieked with laughter, knees bent, hands out to catch herself.
“Go!” he shouted as he realized she was stable and might be able to ride the whole length. “Go go! You got this! Go!” He cheered in the distance as she rolled onwards, gaining speed but not wavering.
Only to scream, “HOW DO I STOP?!”
“Shit–”
He set off at a sprint and just barely managed to catch her off the board around the waist before she slammed into the garage door like a bird at the window.
“I did it!!” Lily shrieked as Jungkook spun her around, his own cheers bubbling around hers, “You did it! You did it!” He was proud of her, yes, especially for getting back onto the skateboard after falling so many times, but also he was relieved as all fuck that she had suffered no major injuries.
“Ah, watching you is really inspiring,” he told her through a double high-five. “You want to go again?”
“Nope! I’m all done,” she beamed at him.
“For today? Or forever?”
“I don’t know.”
“Ok,” he laughed, and scratched the back of his neck. “Well… I’m going to do one lap up and back, watching you board was so inspiring.”
“I know,” she grinned, though he suspected she didn’t know what that meant. But helping her for so long left him desperate for a cool, smooth ride. And maybe to show off a little too, convince her that it was cool and she should practice it more. He thought having a skateboarder daughter would be pretty cool.
He got a running start and tossed the board down, stepping onto it with ease, a muscle memory still in his balance and legs. The breeze through his hair was nice as he stretched his arms and rode up the long driveway, occasionally pushing off to get more speed through the slight incline. At the top he tried to do a little jump to spin around but he was rusty and just stepped heavily off the board but Lily couldn’t see him fuck it up from the far end of the driveway so that was ok.
He set off again, a little faster this time, gliding smoothly side to side, arms raised in a victorious pose as she cheered for him from the front door where she’d already stripped her guards off.
Unfortunately, she opened the door. And Gidget, who had been kept inside so as not to “helpfully” knock Lily over during her lesson came sprinting directly towards Jungkook. He zipped to the side to avoid running over her, but he had miscalculated how close to the edge of the driveway he was.
The right wheels sank into the narrow space between concrete and grass and Jungkook pitched forward, frantically lowering his arms to catch himself. He landed hard on his left side, barely biting back a curse as Gidget leapt over him as if trying to smother him and finish the job.
He rolled onto his back and hissed at the burning sensation on his leg and arm, scowling and ordering, “Get off, Gidget. Down girl, stop!”
“Daddy!” Lily’s scream hadn’t registered with Jungkook as he ate shit but now her voice cut through as she sprinted over to him. He held Gidget’s collar with one hand and gingerly inspected his arm and knee with the other.
“Oh no you scraped your knee!” Lily gasped. His elbow too, both scratched raw like he hadn’t done in probably a decade, not since he played soccer. Honestly, maybe not this bad since he was a kid. He felt exactly like a six-year-old as Lily, now the adult, crouched over him and grimaced in sympathy.
“Dad.”
“Yeah, Lil?”
“You’re supposed to wear a helmet! What if you hit your head? You got hurt so bad! Where are your knee pads?!”
Jungkook made a face and sighed, “I don’t even own kneepads… I thought I’d be ok…”
“Safety first! Are you even wearing sunscreen?!”
Jungkook’s scowl grew all the way into a pout as he looked to the side and let Gidget go and sighed, “... No.”
“I know just what to do. We need our first aid kit. I’m not allowed to touch it but it’s under the sink so you can get it and um… I’ll hold your hand while you put a bandaid on it because I don’t think I’m allowed to touch blood and I don’t want to look at it anymore,” she said, full transparency, her gaze repeatedly jerking away from the bloody scrapes. “Maybe we should call Mom. I don’t ever want to look at your owie again.”
“We don’t need to call Mom.”
“It’s a lot of blood.”
It hurt, but her concern made him chuckle as he assured her, “It’s not as bad as it looks. Come on, help me walk into the house.”
“Did you break your bones?! Maybe you’re too old to skateboard!”
“Lily! I’m not that old!”
“No more skateboarding unless you have all the pads.”
“But–”
“It’s the rule,” she reminded him, exactly what he had said to her that morning when she had first complained that the elbow and wrist pads were uncomfortable. Damnit.
“Ok ok. I won’t argue with you right now. Let’s get me cleaned up… but I looked pretty cool before I crashed, right? You saw?”
“I saw you rolling.”
“It’s called boarding.”
“Did you do a trick? I was taking my pads off.”
“No, I didn’t do a trick, I just… boarded good…”
Lily just blinked at him. Jungkook let out a noisy sigh and lay back in the grass, surrendering to Gidget’s licks around his neck and chin.
“You boarded good! Now you need a bandaid and I need a snack,” Lily assured him. Jungkook heaved himself to his feet, wincing at the sting of the scrapes, and the two skaters called it a day and went for juice and cookies and a whole lotta Frozen bandaids.
[5:18]
It was a peaceful evening , Jungkook suggested on going to the beach with you , your daughter Nari and bam . It will be a perfect family date .
While bam and nari were busy playing in sand , nari was making a mud castle on the beach , bam was calmly sitting next to her his doe eyes just like nari’s and jungkook , he followed her every moment . Nari then took some flowers from the plant a little far away from the beach while bam followed her steps.
Jungkook and you were sitting near the shore keeping an eye on both of them . Jungkoook made you sit in between his legs while your back was pressed against his chest so you both could enjoy the beach together.
“ baby.. how was your day today ?”… “ did you have fun with both our babies”? Jungkook asked in a soft voice, you told him that both bam and nari were being a handful today. “You know bam broke our favourite vase , I actually cleaned it today and forgot to place it on dinning table , poor boy’s tail hit it and it fell” but luckily nari was no where near glass and bam was clearly scared and backed away from the glass .
“You should have seen how he got scared of the voice.. though I reassured him it’s nothing” you said laughing slightly .
Soon nari and bam joined you , while you helped nari drinking water , jungkook helped bam with drinking his water from the bowl . They both were very parched. You all sat in the blanket while bam sighed heavily and dozzed off . While nari and jungkook were talking about what was going on in her school . While they both talked to each other you softly petted bam on his head .
Soon the time passed and you were in the way back home with ice cream in one hand while jungkook had bam ( he is 3 months ) in his arms and you carried Nari in your arms eating her own ice cream .
❤️🥰
[5:18]
It was a peaceful evening , Jungkook suggested on going to the beach with you , your daughter Nari and bam . It will be a perfect family date .
While bam and nari were busy playing in sand , nari was making a mud castle on the beach , bam was calmly sitting next to her his doe eyes just like nari’s and jungkook , he followed her every moment . Nari then took some flowers from the plant a little far away from the beach while bam followed her steps.
Jungkook and you were sitting near the shore keeping an eye on both of them . Jungkoook made you sit in between his legs while your back was pressed against his chest so you both could enjoy the beach together.
“ baby.. how was your day today ?”… “ did you have fun with both our babies”? Jungkook asked in a soft voice, you told him that both bam and nari were being a handful today. “You know bam broke our favourite vase , I actually cleaned it today and forgot to place it on dinning table , poor boy’s tail hit it and it fell” but luckily nari was no where near glass and bam was clearly scared and backed away from the glass .
“You should have seen how he got scared of the voice.. though I reassured him it’s nothing” you said laughing slightly .
Soon nari and bam joined you , while you helped nari drinking water , jungkook helped bam with drinking his water from the bowl . They both were very parched. You all sat in the blanket while bam sighed heavily and dozzed off . While nari and jungkook were talking about what was going on in her school . While they both talked to each other you softly petted bam on his head .
Soon the time passed and you were in the way back home with ice cream in one hand while jungkook had bam ( he is 3 months ) in his arms and you carried Nari in your arms eating her own ice cream .
DADDY DRABBLES MOODBOARD
SUMMARY: This Drabble series contains of small scenarios of them being a family from reader giving birth to baby's first words and them adopting pets and much more.
PAIRINGS: Husband JK X wife READER
WARNINGS: SMUT, FLUFF
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A/N: hey guys! I hope you all would like this drabble series Thankyou to @ahgasegotarmy116 to continue when I thought this would go no where SO i plan on releasing twice a month, Requests for this family is always opened ;) Thank you so much for 550 followers I'm thankful for each one of you <3.
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DRABBLE ONE: Where the reader gives birth and Jungkook won't stop panicking.
DRABBLES TWO: In which you give your daughter an important life lesson
SUMMARY: In which you teach your daughter a very important life lesson.
PAIRINGS: Husband Jungkook x wife reader
WORDCOUNT: 640
WARNINGS : Fluff fluff !!
A/N: A very small Drabble while you wait for other Fics in my Wip…… and @jungk97kwife to help me with this Drabble ❤️….. I hope you all will like this one 🩷 . Inspired from this .
Exhaling a sigh, you see a very giggly Na-Eun in front of you sitting in her pink teddy bear-shaped cushion chair with a small Sanrio plushy in her hand and some heart-shaped marshmallows, it's been a while since you have taught your girl a very needed life lesson, but your baby seems in a very naughty mood.
Trying again you deepen your voice and speak “If a strange man says, Na-Eun lets go eat cookies, what will you say?” Hoping her to say “no” a loud cheer of "I like it" resounds the Hall. “No baby, you have to say no!”You tell her again and she beeps out a loud “No”.
Giving her a kiss on her cheek of praise continuing you then ask her to return to the deep voice… “If he says, let's go eat ice cream, what will you say?”wanting her to say no she wiggles on her seat which makes you a giggling mess at her antics she says “Good”
Face-palming you tell your baby to say no and a cute NO resounds again, hopping she will get the next one correct you go ahead with the next question “What if a stranger asks, let's go swimming?”eager to hear her a loud “No” is heard.
High-fiving her you move on for the last round before you both practice, taking out your phone, you get her ready and start asking her the same questions again and she answers them correctly until when you tell her you are going to send it to her dad, messing on the last one you don't stop recording and think you will just type out her being camera shy at the end.
“Good! Tell him, go away”Again teaching her something new she follows perfectly behind you and tells her to make a “whuh,whuh”action which she ends up raising her hands and making a “shoo away” motion.
Jungkook on the other hand amid an important meeting, felt his phone vibrate. He glanced at the screen, and upon seeing your name, he excused himself. He held onto the message just to reply with a ‘👍’, hoping you’ll understand that he wasn’t able to check it out As soon as he was done with his meeting which stressed him out enough, he opened the video and the sight of his daughter on the screen immediately softened his expression. 'Maybe it was a great idea to leave the message for later’ he thinks in between himself as he admires the video, his heart-melting the second he senses her giggles.
He couldn’t help but feel full of pride, his little girl was growing up, learning important lessons, and handling them with such grace and confidence.
Of course, he was in awe of your patience too, something he was missing sometimes such as earlier during his meeting, and he felt a wave of appreciation for having such a wonderful companion in raising their child.
He quickly typed a response back, his fingers barely able to keep up with the rush of his thoughts. KOOK❤️: Cute, so proud of her . KOOK❤️: Doing an amazing job love ❤️ KOOK❤️: Don't teach her everything without me though.
He couldn’t help it, he shook his head in disapproval at himself, at the way he was feeling sarcastically jealous at the thought of you taking over the teaching. KOOK❤️: Can't wait to get home to you. And with that he’s back to his work, motivated again just because he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible and come back to his family; cause every decision he made, every effort he put into his exhausting work was for his family only. And knowing he’s got an amazing companion at home who’s making sure his princess is growing up healthy, made him realize that all his hard work was worth it.
MOODBOARD
In which your about to give birth and jungkook won’t stop panicking
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So I finished this SO QUICK omfg I fucking loved this series... the characterisation is beautiful, you can see and follow their development individually but also as a couple.. I love dad!guk soooo much and the way he was written was absolutely grand. The writer invokes emotion beautifully and tbh I actually teared up a few times reading this (I never cry when reading). But it’s because of the writing, I felt like I understood what he felt and why he felt it and went as far as to feel it myself.
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Rattled | JJK {Masterlist + Posting Schedule}
Chapter One - Posted March 6th, 2020
Chapter Two - Posted March 20th, 2020
Chapter Three - Posted April 3rd, 2020
Chapter Four - Posted April 17th, 2020
Chapter Five - Posted May 1st, 2020
Chapter Six - Posted May 15th, 2020
Chapter Seven - Posted May 29th, 2020
Chapter Eight - Posted June 12th, 2020
Epilogue - Friday June 26th, 2020 @ 8:00 p.m. EST
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Pairing: Ex! Jungkook x reader
Rating: 18+ (Please be mindful of what you consume)
Warnings: Jungkook is subjectively a little toxic, Mentions of an ongoing divorce, possessive! Jungkook, Girl Dad! Jungkook, unprotected sex (don't do that irl), oral sex (f receiving), Slight brat reader, Jeon Jungkook is a menace, reader is implied to be black
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Jungkook is good at a lot of things
Hes a fantastic singer. He dances very well (even if he likes to fein shyness at parties). Jungkook can cook, he can multitask seamlessly and (almost) effortlessly, and he can put Jinhae to sleep in a matter of minutes… It would be much easier to list the things that Jungkook isn't good at.
Jungkook isn't very good at sharing.
He doesn't like sharing food, clothes or people.
You think it may be his biggest if not only flaw.
Jungkook considers the people in his life his. He doesn't expect them to have the same importance in someone else's life, as they do in his. And he doesn't expect them to think of other people the way they do of him, either.
You don't know if it's because he fears that he'll be replaced, or because he was raised as an only child. But whatever it was, Jungkook let it consume him. Holistically.
You remember how he had reacted when Yoongi- his mentor,had taken on a new intern. Jungkook and Yoongi had attended the same highschool within a few years of each other; and had met again when Yoongi was a TA at SNU. Yoongi had taken Jungkook under his wing, as less of a student, and more like a little brother; and their bond lasted way beyond college. Yoongi was so proud of Jungkook that he was practically All he spoke about. Jungkook had gotten used to things being that way.
Then one day, all of a sudden, Yoongi was no longer “Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook”; he was all “Jimin, Jimin, Jimin” much to the Younger's chagrin.
To his credit, Jungkook was nothing but nice to Jimin during the time he worked for Yoongi. He bought him coffee once in a while and even invited him out for drinks whenever the opportunity arose. Jimin was cool. Jungkook would even go as far as to say that Jimin was his friend. Jungkook barely knew the guy! He had nothing against him.
It was Yoongi he was pissed at.
Yoongi was the one who owed Jungkook his loyalty. Yoongi was the one who had nursed Jungkook through his first hangover, and held him when he cried about failing a class. Yoongi was there when Jungkook got his first, off campus apartment. Yoongi was Jungkook 's Yoongi.
At first, Yoongi didn't understand it. It made no sense that Jungkook seemed so fond of Jimin, yet he soured whenever the latter's name was mentioned. It gave him whiplash. It went on for a solid month and a half of Jungkook's scowls and petulant pouts for Yoongi to finally realize that something was deeply wrong, and that he needed to get to the bottom of it.
It took 2 bottles of soju and 3 glasses of whiskey for Jungkook to crack. His reasoning was so funny that Yoongi almost didn't feel bad for laughing at him. All it took to pacify Jungkook was for Yoongi to give him a hug, followed by a quick
“you'll always be hyung's favourite, Kook-ah.” as he ruffled his hair.
Jungkook was only 22 when that had happened. And he'd like to believe he's grown a lot since then.
He's advanced enough in his career that he's not Mr. Bang's payroll anymore, but rather pays him. Jungkook has grown in a literal sense too, having had a growth spurt one random day after he turned 23 (there was no containing him once he realized that he was 6 feet tall) .
Jungkook has (helped) create life; your daughter Jinhae. It's the thing he's proudest of, second only to marrying you.
But Jungkook is only human.
So it's only natural that he feels an itch rise on the back of his neck everytime he picks Jinhae up from your apartment, and all she can talk about is your new boyfriend.
He got so…irritated the more Jinhae babbled on about “Woo- Woo” that he felt a little silly. But who could blame him? He would be holding Jinhae 's hand as they walked through the park for their daddy daughter time, and every other sentence would be about this ‘’Woo Woo”.
Seokjin had once joked that she had switched from being 'Daddy's girl' to 'Woo-Woo’s girl' , and Jungkook 's body took a screenshot. He shot Jin a look so vile, that the older stayed quiet for the rest of the day.
Jungkook really had tried to ignore it as best as possible. And he (thought) he was doing fairly well until that evening, when Jinhae had let it slip that:
‘’Mama kissed Woo-Woo today.”
He had just picked her up from her taekwondo class, and was about to pull out of the parking lot when Jinhae gave him the oh so lovely news.
Jungkook isn't a monster, he thinks he's let this little charade go on for much longer than was respectable. He wasn't going to let that slide.
He took a sharp left and sped down the highway. If he wasn't so caught up in his head, he would've heard Jinhae 's excited scream of:
“YAY! we're going to Uncle Yoonie's house’
You had just finished taking a long, warm bath. Your feet had been aching, and your back felt worse than it did before you had gotten your epidural. You needed a break; desperately.
The silence in the apartment was a welcome change.
You loved Jinhae with all your heart, but children were tiring to deal with alone. Children could be incredibly difficult, just for the fun of it. Especially spoilt, almost-five year olds who are used to their daddy obeying their every beck and call.
God forbid you didn't do “ the voice” right, after reading “The little Prince” five times in a row! suddenly you were public enemy number one.
At least you could bask in the fact that Jinhae never threw (noisy) tantrums or threw things, but you felt that she had quadruple the attitude your hus- ex, accused you of having.
But tonight, the only attitude you have to worry about dealing with, was from Kim when you researched the earliest seasons of Keeping up with the Kardashians. What can you say? There's truly nothing funnier to you than upper class white women trying to be relatable. To this dat, their target audience was a mystery to you. You can't think of a single person whose biggest problem was how many times their name got googled in a day. You find it hard to take anything they ‘’go through' seriously, because if we're being honest, people really are dying Kim!
You walk out of the bathroom wrapped in a soft white robe.
You reach for the the lilac, silk pajama set laid out on your bed. You had bought it from an online lingerie store, after a few glasses of wine a few weeks ago. You had been so…bored that you did the most exciting thing your numb brain could come up with in that moment.
You scoff at your past self. It was more cute than anything, not nearly as scandalous as some of the items you have hidden in the back of your closest. But you're not complaining.
The shorts are a bit shorter than you expected, but the silk is soft a high quality, and the lace that lines the top isn't itchy at all. You untwist your bun, and your braids cascade down your shoulders. You grab the bottle of black castor oil from your dresser, and run the nozzle along the parts. You sigh as you reach up to massage your scalp.
It's in little moments like these that you miss Jungkook the most. You hate to admit, but you used to be just as spoilt as Jinhae. Jungkook used to pamper you in every way possible. He would oil your scalp for you, order your hair products months in advance so that you'd never run out, and give you massages whenever your shoulders stood too rigid.
But you didn't have Jungkook anymore. You suck your teeth in annoyance at yourself for thinking about him so much.
You had just finished applying your vitamin c serum to your face, when you heard an incessant pounding on your door. You pause your music just as Kali Uchis asks if she can get a kiss. You're confused as to why someone is knocking on your door, when you have a very obvious doorbell attached to the frame. It's even stranger given what time it is.
You slip your feet into your cow print night slippers, as you step off the plush rug that lay on the floor in front of your vanity; and unto the floor.
The slippers slap against the floor as you walk towards the living room, and to whoever the hell wouldn't stop pounding on your door at 9pm on a Friday.
You throw the door open, ready to demand an explanation when you stop dead in your tracks.
To say you're surprised at who is standing at your door would be an understatement. You're not sure who you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn't Jungkook. You're even more surprised to see him without Jinhae in tow.
You don't think that you've been alone with Jungkook for more than a few minutes at a time since the divorce; and even so, Jinhae has always been just a few feet away.
You feel worry start to settle in your stomach.
“Where's JJ? Is she okay?” You ask, praying that what came out of his mouth next isn't bad news.
He chuckes. It's a sound that comes from deep inside his chest and reverberates across the empty hallway. It's an empty laugh, with no humour behind it. It makes a chill run up and down your spine.
“Jinie is fine. She's with Yoongi; and she's the last of your worries right now” he says.
For once, Jungkook hasn't cracked a single smile the entire time he's been in your presence. It's obvious that he's mad, but you're not sure at what. You're not sure that you vare.
He isn't wearing a suit right now, and you can't recall the last time you'd seen him in anything but.
Jungkook worked extraordinarily long hours. You knew that working late and being burnt out would be a part of his life, especially the more his business grew, but it hadn't phased you at the time. There was nothing to be phased about.
At the time, Jungkook always put you first. And when Jinhae was born, he did the same thing. There was never a time where he had left you to fend for yourself with a newborn. He had been there through it all. From colic, to 3 am feedings to explosive diaper changes. He had never let you feel alone as a parent, or in your marriage.
Until around 8 months ago that is.
8 months ago, you feel like Jungkook had just stopped trying.
You know for a fact that Jungkook is terrified of being poor. It's why he always has another merger to make with one of his three companies, and dips his toes into every industry imaginable. His influence spanned over tech, real estate and even clothing. You think Jungkook's fear is understandable, you don't think it's fair. It was teetering on the edge of paranoia and greed.
He was trying so bad to make sure that he could take care of his family, that he wasnt.
He would get home from work after Jinhae went to bed, and left before she got ready for school. You had spent one too many nights falling asleep on the couch waiting for him to come home; only to wake up in your bed the next morning with a handwritten note on your bathroom mirror. They were sweet and all..but not much more.
As much as you appreciated the affirmations, his words meant nothing when there was no action behind them. Promises to come home home early the, family outings that never happened… You felt like you were a kid whose love was expected to be bought with money, and placated with empty commitments all over again. You could count on a bouquet of roses being delivered at your door every morning, more than you could count on your own husband being there.
You hated it.
You were starting to hate him.
It had gotten to a point where Jungkook had just given his secretary reign over his personal phone. You almost lost your mind when you had called him to ask what he wanted for dinner once, and she answered and told you that he was busy.
You could hear Jungkook 's laughter in the background, and the noise was not a professional setting. In fact, it sounded a lot more intimate and cozy. Like a restaurant or small bar. You felt sick to your stomach. You couldn't even get the chance to talk to Jungkook about it, because you barely saw him.
The look on his face when you served him the divorce papers in person at his office was borderline comical. His eyes had widened so far out of their sockets, that you thought the expression was causing him physical pain. You had said nothing. You simply handed him the papers and stayed long enough for him to read the heading. He clearly wanted to communicate through words on paper, so who were you to not oblige him with some?
As far as you know, Jungkook had never signed the papers, but he did follow all the other conditions you had outlined in your petition for separation.
He got an apartment for you and Jinhae in a building he didn't own, and was never late for any pickups or dropoffs, save for once when he had the flu.
A part of you had forgotten how young Jungkook was.
The suits he wore aged him plenty. Not in an old, haggard way, but in a way that made him appear more refined and serious than he actually was. His hair was always cut short and clicked away from his face. The collars of his shirts were always ironed to sharpness. Hell, he even wore sensible shoes.
If you hadn't seen every inch of Jungkook 's body before, and gone to college with him…You would have pegged him for an uptight dogooder. You're sure it helped him get taken seriously in the corporate world, but overtime, it was as if Jungkook had forgotten his roots. As if he had morphed into a no nonsense, mormon-esque version of himself.
But the Jungkook standing before you now, is the Jungkook you know and lov- respected. Jungkook who proudly wore his colorful sleeve of tattoos,silver hoops through his lips and a stud in his nose. The Jungkook who liked to wear cargo pants and oversized shirts with stomper boots he could barely walk straight in.
You knew he had showered before he had come over, because his hair was still curly. He hadn't blow-dried it. His hair is much longer than it was when you had last saw him. It fell past his eyes now. He had started growing it out sgain because Jinhae told him she wanted to. At least, that's what he had told you.
What had really happened was that Jinhae had been asking a lot of questions about “ when appa wasn't so old” one Saturday when they had gone out for ice cream.
“Appa, Mommy says your hair used to be w-eally long and pwetty. Can it come back? Mommy misses it.”
Jungkook hadn't cut his hair again since.
“Aren't you going to invite me in?” He asks, one eyebrow raised at you.
You fold your arms across your chest.
“I'm not sure why I should. Besides, I don't think that this is a good time.”
“Oh? Why's that? You lip expecting someone else,princess?’ He takes in your attire from head to toe. His eyes linger for a little too long in your chest. His voice goes deeper as he struggles to finish his last question.
You don't answer, and it makes his eye twitch.
It's so ridiculous, yet so on brand of him to create a hypothetical scenario in his head and get all eaten up about it. He takes a deep breath.
He doesn't want to blow his fuse. Not here, Not yet.
“ I need to talk to you. Inside. Please.” He asks, but it's not really a request.
You roll your eyes and turn your back to him as you walk away.
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches your ass jiggle in the tiny shorts. He enters behind you, and the door closes softly with a click.
You walk over to the fridge and grab the unfinished can of Arizona Iced tea, and a glass from the cupboard. You were looking forward to having a glass of wine tonight, but if you were going to talk to Jungkook… you needed to be stone cold sober.
“You want anything?” You ask, as you pour the content into the glass. “ I think I have some b-”
“What I want is answers.” He says simply, leaning in the arched entryway.
You look at him with confusion written all over your face, before your pettiness takes over.
“ Oh yeah? Well I wanted signed divorce papers, and yet here we are.”
You take a swig from your cup and let the sweetness of the drink coat your tongue.
You see Jungkook release a breath so deep that his entire body shakes.
“ Who are you kissing in front of my kid?”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he says with his arms crossed against his chest. “Who are you kissing in front of my kid?”
You're getting irritated now, because for one, what the hell is he talking about, and two…Who was Jungkook to talk to you like that?
“Jungkook. First of all, she's our kid. And secondly, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about. And even if I did… I wouldn't tell you jack shit. What or who I do is none of your business.”
Jungkook pushes himself off the threshold and starts walking towards you. His steps are slow and strong. His strides are long,and he has your back pressed into the counter in a matter of seconds.
You haven't been so close to Jungkook in so long, that everything about him overwhelms you in the best way possible. He smells so, so good. He smells like sandalwood and warm vanilla. He smells like home. His proximity to you is dizzying, and you can only pray that you'll keep it together.
He puts his arm on one side of you, leaving your left completely open. If you wanted to get away from him, you could. You stayed in place. It tells him everything he needs to know.
“Have you completely lost your fucking mind Y/N?” He questions. He reaches for your left hand and your heart sinks down to your ass. The diamond of your wedding ring glitters under the lights hanging from the the ceiling. The princess cut stone is practically mocking you.
“What do you think I gave you this ring for huh? Fun? Fucking decoration?” He jests, “You know, for someone who never shuts her big mouth up about divorce, you sure keep this on don't you baby?”
You don't deny it. There's no point in doing so. You know that if you do, he'll lift the ring upwards. And you know that when he does, he'll find the unmistakable circle of a tan line wrapping around your ring finger.
He strokes his thumb against your cheek, and you almost preen at his touch. “Who's ‘Woo- Woo’ baby?”
“None of your business.” You bite out.
“When are you gonna get it through your thick skull, that you are my business?!”
He runs his hand through his long hair, and you can see his face so much better. He's as beautiful as you remember and he's right in front of you.
You don't know who leaned in first, but you do know how soft lips feel as they press against yours. You fell the metal of his lip piercings touch the roof of your mouth as you suck his lip into you mouth.
He puts his hand under your ass, and your legs wrap around him on instinct. He lifts you and bring you over to the cool marble of the kitchen island.
His hand tugs on the hem of your blouse, and you pull away from him.
“Kook, we can't.” You whine as you pull away.
Jungkook uses his thumb to wipe some of the spit from the corner of your mouth, and fixes your shirt so your boob is no longer at risk of spilling out.
“Okay baby, we'll stop and we can talk over dinner. Do you want me to make something or do you want to get takeout?” He asked as he pulls away from you.
He doesn't get very far, because you wrap your legs around him, and pull you back to him.
“Wait- I didn't really mean that.” You whisper. Jungkook has a sneaking suspicion that you weren't just talking about telling him no.
“You want me baby?”
You nod your head yes, too embarrassed to open your mouth lest your voice shake.
He cradles your face, and tilts it upwards so you have no choice but to look him in the eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” You answer affirmatively, reaching forwards to capture his lips again.
Youre not even thinking about the Pandora's box that you might be opening; and quite frankly? You don't care.
You're acutely aware that you wont be able to blame your decision on being drunk or tipsy. The only thing driving you was a burning need to have Jungkook deep inside you (where he belonged).
He litters kisses along your neck as he slides his hand down your shorts. Your hips buck forward on instinct, and you shudder as you feel his fingers ghost your clit.
“Why are you naked under here?” He growls out. grip tightening around you waist. “I'm starting to think that you were expecting someone tonight.” he muses.
He spreads your folds with two fingers, reveling in the way your arousal leaks out of you and unto his fingers.
“ Is that why you're so eager, baby? Hm? Is that why you're so wet? You decided that you were gonna get fucked one way or another? Is that it?”
He asks each question as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. It shallow. He doesn't allow you the pleasure of going further than his first knuckle. You try to grind down on his digits, but he holds your hips down with his free hand.
“Whoever you've been giving my pussy away to, hasn't been doing a very good job... have they?” He groans as you clench around him.
“Jungkook please. I want-”
“Shh baby, I know. I'll give it to you I promise. Just give me one first” he begs as he speeds up his circles on your clit.
He sinks his teeth into the sensitive spot on your neck, and you cum almost instantly. Your body shakes and you wrap your arms around his neck as your pussy convulses around his fingers.
You barely have time to recover before he's pulling your shorts down, and cleaning up the mess you made. He catches the slick of you orgasm on your tongue just as it starts running down your leg.
He goes at your pussy like a man starved. You cry out the moment his tongue enters you. You ride his tongue with vigor, gripping unto the counter for stability.
Jungkook pulls away from you for moment. His mouth is shiny from your juices, and his eyes are already so blown out that you want to fuck him even more.
He guides your hand to his hair, and encourages you to grab the tendrils.
“Use me, baby” he instructs.
His voice is so gravelly and raw, that you can do nothing but oblige him.
You grip the roots of his hair and push his head back between your legs. You both moan when he starts lapping at you again. You hold his head in place, guiding him where you want him; where you need him.
The second time you cum, your legs closed so tight around his head that Jungkook thought he had died and went straight to heaven.
You pull him away from your core by his hair, and bring him up to your face. You clean his face with your own tongue, and lean in to kiss him so you both taste like you. Your chests are still heaving when Jungkook carries you to your room.
He lays you gently on the bed, and takes his shirt off at the same time you toss your blouse over your head. He's about to undo the strings of his sweatpants when he stops cold in his tracks..
“ Shit, baby…I don't have any condoms. I didn't plan on this-”
“ It's okay,” You reassure him “ I'm clean. Are you?”
Jungkook looks a little scandalized. “Of course I'm clean, I haven't - I havent been with anyone except you since before we started dating.” His honesty shines so brightly in his eyes that you almost want to pull him into a hug.
You release a shaky, nervous breath you didn't know you had been holding.
“ Good. I want to feel you, all of you.”
The bed sinks as Jungkook climbs over you, one leg on each side of your body.
You've missed this view. Him on top of you, chain swining in your face, and big doe eyes filled with lust for you and only you.
He takes a hairtye from around his wrists, and pulls his hair into a low manbun. His cock is already painfully hard, red and leaking from the tip.
You spread your legs as Jungkook nestkes in-between them. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, and presses a soft kiss to your calf.
He rubs himself between your folds, mesmerized by how quickly your wetness coats him.
He lines himself up with your entrance, and pauses.
“Are you sure you're ready baby? I don't want to hurt you.”
“ Is that it? Or are you scared that you don't hold a candle to ‘Woo-Woo’ my” you jest. Jungkook doesn't find it very funny.
He pushes himself into you, but as wet as you are, you're still so, so tight. Your pussy is so warm…hot even, that Jungkook almost cums the moment yes fully sheathed in you.
You're just as tight as he remembers, tighter even.
You both moan when he delivers his first thrust. You haven't had dick in so long,that you'd forgot what it felt like. How it felt like to have your walls stretched and your g spot caressed, how delicious and heavy the drag was inside you. How good Jungkook was at this. You feel so good that Jungkook practically forgets that he's supposed to be mad at you.
“You know you belong to me right?” Jungkook demands as he thrusts into you, slow and forceful. You don't answer and turn your face away from him He wraps his hand around your throat as speed up.
“Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you!”
His thrusts become faster, punishing. He practically ploughs you into the mattress as whatever restraint he had before vanishes into thin air. You scream the more intense the pleasure gets.
“ I should fuck another baby into you, you know that? Hm? Should swell your tummy up with another one of my kids, so you have nine months to think about why the fuck you would do something as stupid as try to leave me.”
He finds your gspot as effortlessly as he usually does, and he hits it over and over and over again.
“Jungkook PLEASE” you cry. You reach your hand out to push against the hardness of his abdomen. He takes your hand and kisses it. You're so close. So fucking close, and Jungkook can tell.
“You want to cum, don't you baby?”
You nod frantically. Your pussy is practically raw from overstimulation, and you feel so much pressure building inside you that you don't know whether you want to run away from the pleasure or dive headfirst into it.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I need to please.”
“Then tell me. Fucking tell me you're mine”
“Fuck, I'm yours, Jungkook! Please!” you cry.
“ How many people have you fucked since you left? Answer me!” He commands you, adding a finger to your clit to the mix.
“Nobody, no one, Jungkook Please!”
“ I know baby, I just needed you to admit it.”
He leans down and places a soft kiss to your temple. He gives you two more delicious thrusts that make your toes curl and your eyes roll back. Your lurches forward as your orgasm rips through you. Your walls convulse around him, squeezing him so tight that Jungkook feels a bit dizzy.
“Baby,” he whines “unwrap your legs so I can pull out.” He gasps when your legs only wrap tighter around him. “Baby, I have to-”
“N-no,” you protest “ I want it inside Jungkook please.”
He cums so forcefully that his orgasm leaves him winded and his arms almost give out. He spils his seed into you, and you feel the warmth of it coat your walls.
He pulls out of you as he begins to soften, and collapse beside you as he tries to catch his breath. You both turn to look at each other, and Jungkook offers you a soft smile.
He notices the sweat starting to bead on your forehead, and turns his head to switch your fan on.
That's when you see it. Your eyes bug out of their sockets.
“Jungkook, what the hell is that on your neck?”
“ What are you talking about?”
“Right there,” you turn his head to the right to get a better look. Your heart starts thumming uncontrollably in your chest. Because there it was, your name in bold black letters for everyone to see.
“Jungkook…When did you get that?”
“Hm…about five months ago?” he chuckles. He had the decency to look sheepish.
“Jungkook!” You say as you slap his chest “ We weren't even together!”
“ Correction, we are together, we just have separate living arrangements.”
You look at him incredulously.
“You're crazy, you know that?’
“About you? Yeah..Real crazy baby” he flirts “Hey, you never told me woo this ‘Woo-Woo’ guy is anyways .”
You roll you eyes at him as you climb of the bed.
“I can't tell you who he's not. He's not the one whose cum is dripping out of me right now. Are you gonna join me on the shower or what?”
Fin.
New fic set in the “All Mine” universe drops tonight! 😋
18+!
Tags/warnings⚠️: Alcohol consumption, club setting, misunderstandings, angst if you squint, long haired Jungkook, Reader is a brat, angry Jungkook, unprotected sex (please do not practice that irl), rough sex, spitting!, breeding kink
Word count: 3.6k
🎧 : Sticky Rice-Lil Gnar, Reminder-The Weeknd, Party Monster- The Weeknd
For my loves: Tasara & @hobicakess 🩷
Beta’d by Shaq🫶🏾
A/N: I randomly found an edit in my gallery that inspired this whole thing. HEAVILY unedited bc I’m extremely sleep deprived rn so pls be nice!
Fic takes place about 4 years before "All mine" ! Enjoy?
Being married to Jungkook has single-handedly disproved every doubtful remark you've heard from everyone trying to convince you that it would be ill-advised to get married so young.
Contrary to what you've been told, the spark between has not died. In fact, you think that you find something new to love about Jungkook every day.
His love has never once not been intentional and gentle. You've never experienced being with someone who is so in tune with your body, with your mind, with your soul. Jungkook sees loving you as a competition; his only rival being his past selves.
There is no adventure that Jungkook would want to experience without you. There’s no bridge he wants to cross without holding your hand; no dance he wants to do without you beside him….or rather bent over in front of him as you are now.
The low lights of club Euphoria had switched to a dangerously deep shade of red, casting a sinful glow on your already ridiculously seductive face. Your eyes were low, whether it was from the few drinks you'd had earlier or the thick cloud of hookah smoke that floated around the club, Jungkook didn't know.
What he did know however, was that he had the most beautiful woman in the world throwing her ass back against him, in a dress so tiny that your cheeks were becoming more and more exposed as he thrust his hips forward to meet yours.
You move in sync with the music, your bodies in perfect harmony as the people around you become a blur. In that moment, it's just you and Jungkook. You and your husband.
You feel the cool air travel further up your legs as you dance. You reach behind you to pull your dress down, more out of habit than anything. You hear Jungkook groan as your hand ‘accidentally’ presses against his crotch, and you can't suppress the small giggle that escapes you.
It's a low sound, so realistically, Jungkook can't hear it that well over the near deafening music…But he sees the way your body shakes a bit. You shake the same way when you laugh at your own jokes or Jungkook's clumsiness; and he knows you well enough that he can practically hear the sound in his head.
Fuck he's in love with you.
He's so lucky to have you. He can't wait to live the rest of his life with you, to have a family with you, to take you home and fu-
His train of thought is cut off by the harsh vibration of his phone in the pocket of his slacks. He grabs your waist to stop your movements, and you stand upright. You raise a questioning brow at him.
“It's Namjoon hyung” he mouths, pointing to the phone at his ear.
You roll your eyes and shake your head. Namjoon had been on a work trip to London for the past few ( painfully long) weeks, and he still refuses to acknowledge the time difference. You two have grown to accept it, even if it means that he calls Jungkook at the most ridiculous (sometimes inconvenient) times.
The crackle of the receiver lets Jungkook know that Namjoon is talking, but he can’t make out a word he’s saying. Jungkook quickly realizes that he couldn't possibly have this conversation inside the club, so he gestures towards the door.
“I'm going to take this outside,” he says with his lips pressed up to your ear. “Do you want to come with me? Or will you be okay ‘till I get back?”
“I'm a big girl!” You pout up at him, pushing his glasses further up his nose with your pointer finger . “I’ll be fine, go take your call! Tell Joon I said hi.”
He nods and plants a quick kiss on the crook of your neck. He strokes the side of your face with his thumb and promises to be right back, before he turns on his heels. You watch as his head disappears into the crowd, leaving you standing alone and regrettably bored.
With Jungkook gone, you have nothing else to do since you two had come alone. You think standing around in a club like someone with a lost shadow would be incredibly lame. So you do what any unoccupied, married person in a club would do, you make your way to the bar to get a drink…or two.
By the time Jungkook gets back you're just a little tipsy.
You're not a stranger to alcohol per se, but unlike Jungkook who's been around enough liquor to know what blends would be good for you (strong enough to make you feel good, but not enough to make you lose your inhibitions); you don't know much (not enough if you ask him). You think of calling him, but your phone is in your purse… perched on jungkook’s shoulder.
So you do the most logical thing you can think of, and you order the prettiest sounding drink on the menu. Who can blame you?
You’re just a girl.
~
Two cups of Serendipity later, you're back in Jungkook's arms feeling absolutely giddy and incorrigibly horny.
The lights in the club are a dark blue now, and the music is even louder. Jungkook looks exactly the way he did when he left.
Sexy as all fuck.
Long hair tucked behind his hair on one side? Check.
Denim shirt? Check.
Tattoos? Double check.
Damn.
MINE! MINE! MINE!
You're not sure where he put his glasses, but you make a mental note to ask him before you leave. You do not need a repeat of the Geum putdwaeji Sikdang* incident. You know from experience that Jungkook and contacts don’t mix; and it would take over three weeks for them to get replaced…Not a fun time.
And right now? All you want to have is fun.
Jungkook’s mouth is moving, but your brain is moving too fast (or too slow) to read his lips and you can’t hear him. But his hands pull you toward him by the waist and you lean into his touch.
Your back is turned to his front as you move slowly against him the second you hear “she’s saying baby saenggakaji ma” float over the speakers.
Jungkook moves in sync with you as he always does, but his hands remain at your waist, almost rigid. His touch is shy and..Timid? His hands don’t trail up towards your breast, or towards your belly button. You find it odd, and downright ridiculous.
You grab his hands to take them upwards, and you’re instantly confused. There’s ink on both his hands? You pause.
When did Jungkook get a sleeve on both hands?
His lips brush faintly against your ear, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the absence of the cool metal of the rings that should be in his lip.
You don’t hear a thing except the erratic beating of your heart.
Then the inconceivable happens.
Jungkook stands in front of you, arms folded across his chest and eyes glaring at you through his glasses. The lights above you start flashing, and they bounce off his shiny, silver lip rings.
But if Jungkook is in front of you…who the fuck is behind you?!
You think you might faint.
As confused as you might have been about the situation, you knew two things for sure:
1. You needed to get as far away from not- Jungkook as possible
2. You're screwed.
Not-Jungkook seems to realize your mistake, and moves his hands from your waist so can step away from him; you rip yourself away from him as if his touch burns.
You open your mouth to say something to Real- Jungkook, but your brain goes blank.
You're too dunk for this.
Jungkook gives you a quick once- over to make sure that you're unharmed, before taking a gentle hold of your wrist. He tucks you behind him as he gives Non- Jungkook a piece of his mind.
The ringing in your ears has become so loud can't even hear the music anymore, much less their argument. Your brain feels like it's been doused in water, and you feel an unwarranted giggle making it's way up your throat. You swallow it down.
Now's not the time.
From what you can see, Real Jungkook and Not-Jungkook are having a very spirited conversation. Real Jungkook seems to be holding his composure quite well, until Not-Jungkook says something that causes his jaw to tick and his hands to form fists at his sides.
But instead of throwing a punch, Jungkook takes a deep breath and walks away, pulling you behind him.
Not- Jungkook waves at you.
You don't wave back.
Jungkook is silent as he leads you out of the club and towards your car. You say nothing as he opens the passenger door and watches as you sit inside.
“Do your feet hurt?” He asks
You shake your head at him. Still, he couches on his knees and unbuckles your heels, giving your calves a brief massage before he straps you into your seat. He closes your door and grabs a bottle of water from the back seat. He hands it to you as he settles behind the steering wheel.
“Drink.” He commands. His voice isn't necessarily angry but you can hear something bubbling beneath the surface. The restraint he's exercising is audible in his voice, and for some strange reason…it excites you.
He pulls out of the parking lot slowly, careful not to accelerate too fast so your water doesn't spill.
The fog around your brain is almost completely lifted by the time you've finished the bottle. Jungkook glances at you for a moment, and releases a satisfied hum when he sees the crumpled plastic in your lap.
He doesn't smile though.
His jaw is tense and his body is rigid in his seat. He isn't touching you and you don't like it.
“Jungkook,” you say, reaching over to touch his thigh
“Are you sure?”
You look at him confused. “Am I sure about what?’
“Are you sure I'm Jungkook?”
There it is.
You have the audacity to scoff at him.
“ Of course I'm sure it's you Jungkook. Don't be ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous?! You were literally grinding your ass all over some random dude you thought was me but I'm being ridiculous?!”
Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You know that Jungkook has all right to be upset, fuck you're upset at yourself for making such a terrible mistake. Jungkook has all right to reprimand you, but your mouth just won't cooperate with your brain. All the brat inside you heard, was Jungkook rubbing in something that you were already very embarrassed and flustered about and it just didn't seem fair.
If you thought about it…This was all Jungkook's fault really!
“ Well it's not my fault that you look like every other Korean dude with a perm!!”
The car comes to an abrupt stop as Jungkook slams the breaks.
“Excuse me?”
You roll your eyes and cross your arms at your chest. Jungkook’s eyes flick down to where your tits are bulging, but only for a moment of course.
“Stuttering is your thing Jungkook. You heard me.”
“You’ve actually lost your fucking mind.” Jungkook marvels at you, completely in disbelief at your misplaced attitude.
“I should have bent you over my lap and spanked your ass raw in that fucking club for everyone to see… But I let you off so easy, because I knew you made the mistake because you were drunk; and this is the thanks I get?”
“No.” You quip, “I’m not thanking you in any way.”
The tension between you is as thick as it was during the first 3 months of you two flirting with each other. You were both in college, desperately holding on to the title of “study partners ” even though you kept finding yourselves in compromising positions.
You were both playing a timeless game of cat and mouse. A metaphorical tug of war. Jungkook would push and you would pull; now it appeared that you were having a rematch.
He sucks the pierced side of his lip into his mouth.
You want him so bad.
Jungkook’s eye twitches.
“You’re asking for it, you know that?” He asks, face so close to yours that you can practically taste him on your tongue.
“Give it to me then.” You challenge.
Jungkook leans forwards, and you close your eyes in anticipation of a kiss.
But Jungkook doesn’t kiss you. Instead, he sinks his teeth deep into your neck, though not hard enough to break skin.
You moan at the sting, reveling in the way his soft tongue soothes his claim.
He pulls away and runs his thumb over your lip, eyes darkening.
“Did he kiss you?” He grits out.
You frantically shake your head no.
It's then that you realize just how bad this could have truly been for you. Jungkook was right. You were getting off easy.
Jungkook pries your mouth open.
“Tongue out.” he says.
You loll your tongue out and look up at him expectantly for what you know is coming. Jungkook looks directly into your eyes as he spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being told to; it's almost like a reflex.
Jungkook is pleased.
“Who does that taste like, baby?”
“Tastes like you,” you reply.
Jungkook hums.
He grabs your hand and brings it over to his lap. Your breath hitches when you feel the telltale rigidness of a boner in his jeans. Your heart skips a beat as you realize how painfully hard he is.
You need him.
“What does that feel like, baby? Hm? Does that feel like me? Or are you not sure?”
You whine as he rolls his hips up into your palm. “It feels like you Jungkook, I want it.”
Jungkook’s face contorts into one of mock contemplation.
You hate when he gets like this, when he pretends to consider giving you what you want when you both know it's not going to happen.
"You want to know what I think?" he muses rhetorically.
"I think I've let you get away with a little too much lately. I've always told you that your mouth is going to get you in trouble, but I've never made good on that promise, have I?" He chuckles darkly. "Maybe it's time I change that, hm?”
Your heart thumps loudly in your chest and you feel a shiver of anticipation zoom down your spine.
“Unzip me.”
Your body is in autopilot as you undo his zipper and lean forward to take him inside your mouth.
He pulls you backwards by your braids, and brings his hand around your throat.
“You're gonna take me in your mouth and you're going to keep it there until we get home.” He growls out at you
“No licking, no sucking, no moving. By the time we get home I'll be tattooed so deep in your fucking brain that you'll never mistake someone else for me ever again.” he bites out.
But in true Jungkook fashion he brushes his lips gently against yours, then he shoves his dick down your throat .
The ride home is filled with the obscene noises of you trying not to choke on Jungkook's cock.
Your eyes are watering and your nose burns from how hard you've been breathing through it. Your chest feels hollow and your jaw aches, but you're too fucked out to care.
Jungkook's cargo pants are thoroughly soaked from the way your saliva has dripped all over him. You're sure it's beginning to get uncomfortable for him to sit like this: cock hard and throbbing and in your warm, wet mouth. Yet, he sits perfectly still; unmoving.
His breaths come out in slow, controlled gasps, and it becomes exceedingly clear to you that It's taking as much effort from Jungkook not to snap his hips upwards and fuck your throat; as it is for you to not give him an actual blowjob.
The realization is absolutely riveting.
When Jungkook pulls into the driveway of your flat, he lifts your chin up , and his dick slides out of your mouth with a wet plop.
You both try to catch your breath, chests heaving and hearts thumping. Jungkook tucks himself back into his pants, and takes a deep breath before he gets out of the car.
Like the gentleman he is, he walks over to the passenger side of the car and holds your door open for you. But when you don't make any efforts to get up, he bends down and looks expectantly at you.
You pout at him and point to your feet.
You're barefoot. Of course.
Jungkook rolls his eyes, grabs you by the waist, and tosses you over his shoulder. You squirm a bit, and Jungkook promptly delivers a warning slap to your ass which settles you completely.
He opens the front door and kicks it shut behind him, waiting until he hears the security alarm activate before he moves towards your bedroom.
He tosses you on the bed and flicks the light on. Your chin is slicked with spit, you tits are spilling out of your dress, and the curly hair in your braids are sticky to the thin sheen of sweat on your face.
You look a mess.
A hot, beautiful mess that Jungkook made. His pride swells, along with another part of him.
Jungkook turns his back to you as he takes his shirt off.
“You know I love you right?,” he asks, putting his glasses on the nightstand. He tosses his shirt onto the ground and walks over to the bed. “You know that there's nothing in the world that could ever make me stop loving you?” He asks, now face to face with you as he strokes your chin.
‘I do,” you reply, your voice comes out more of a whine than you actually want it to.
“That's great baby, because this is going to feel like I fucking hate you.”
***
You both cry out when Jungkook finally slips inside you.
You've come to accept that no matter how many times you've taken him, how many times you will take him you'll never not be taken aback by the way his cock stretches you.
The lights are on, and so you can see Jungkook in all his glory. You can see way his biceps bulge and the way his abs tense. You the way his face contorts as your pussy practically suffocates him.
“ You like what you see baby?” He taunts, “had to make sure that you can actually see who's fucking you hm? Wouldn’t want you to make another mistake now would we?”
He spits the word out as if it pains him to say, and translates that pain into a vicious snap of his hips that has you lurching forward, clawing at his chest.
His thrusts are all the same. Carefully calculated and deliciously hard. His tips brush against your gspot with every fluid movement of his hips, and all you can do is whine and beg.
At one point Jungkook slows down to a torturous pace. Pulling out of you the moment he's just shy of your gspot. You can't handle being teased, you won't. You decide to up the ante.
“Jungkook,” you moan out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he grinds into you “please make me cum daddy”
Jungkook freezes and his hips stutter.
You've never called him that before.
For a moment you regret letting it slip out of your mouth. That's until you see the crazed look that comes into Jungkook's brown eyes.
He wraps his hand around your throat and starts pistoning his hips into you.
“Daddy huh?” He grits out as your juices start leaking down your thighs and unto the skin of his stomach “ is that what you want baby? Wanna make me a dad? Hm? Maybe that way people will keep their fucking hands off you huh?”
“Jungkook please!” You scream, tears pooling in your eyes from how desperately you want the sweet release you've been denied.
“You gonna let me put a baby in you princess? Gonna let me stake my claim on you for everyone to see?” He demands as he stills to a stop inside you.
“Fuck, Jungkook yes! Please I'll do anything you want just please!” You cry
Jungkook finally drives his cock upwards, it's curved head hitting your gspot at the perfect angle. Your orgasm rips through your body so violently that you sink your fingernails so deep into Jungkook's bicep that you break skin.
You cum in spurts, coating him in a thick sheen of your arousal. Jungkook cums with you, no longer being able to resist the pleasure that your body was bringing him.
Jungkook's cum spills out of him in a long, steady stream. You feel the warmth as it seeps inside you, and you clench around him reflexively, determined to keep all of it inside.
“You wanna have my babies so fucking bad.” Jungkook mumbles into your hair, voice hoarse and laced with fatigue.
And do, you mean to say, , though it never actually comes out of your mouth.
Instead, you hug jungkook to your chest, legs wrapped securely around his waist as sleep consumes you.
Fin.
thank god for plot twists like you, jjk <3
pairing black fem y/n x dilf jk
genre fluff smut slight angst?
word count 15.7k ( im sorry i know, but i’ve been gatekeeping this fic since boxing day )
warnings age gap ( five years ), smut in the form of : hair pulling, ass / pussy slapping, overstimulation, squirting, nipple play, dirty talk, tummy bulge kinda?? cum eating, fingering, basically lots of filth, jungkook has a sir kink :/ but!!! also lovey dovey soft sweet sex that has both jk & y/n emosh because i’m a sucker for sweet nothings in intimate positions , sarang is the cutest 2 year old everrrrrr!!!! shitty attempt at angst or turmoil ig?? don’t come for me bestiess!!! i cannot tap into sadness when sarang exists to make me smile <333
summary sarangie loves the jungle gym and jungkook loves sarang. so it’s simple he brings her there at least twice a month. but the one month he misses out because poor sarangie caught a cold and his schedule got packed up is when you were hired. so imagine this dilf’s surprise when a girl no less than 5 years younger than him greets him at the reception and ushers him in.
so let me reiterate, sarangie loves the jungle gym and jungkook loves sarang. you however, are the perfect add on <3.
authors note yall i got a job…as a soft play assistant…and now my feet are gonna fall off…but here is this!!! work that bestie y/n does is from my own experiences, everything else is fiction? [ some characters may be loosely inspired by my co-workers ], any names aren’t meant to represent the actions of any idols/actors/models that share the name!! ( update it is 5 months later and i quit but here’s this fic!! )
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“Play! Dadda play!” Sarang screeched in his ear as they walked into the entrance of the jungle gym. The bright red sign reading “Sky High!”, nearly on the verge of slipping off, bristled slightly in the wind above them, making Jungkook pick up the pace before it flattened him and his daughter.
It was the second play session of the day which Jungkook also knew to be the busiest, which meant he was probably going home with parent complaints against Sarang.
It wasn’t that his daughter was a bully, no. She just got a little rough when picked on and didn’t know the true essence of “being the bigger person”.
Of course it’s a trait she got from her mother. Absolutely nothing to do with Jungkook or his parenting.
“Okay remember when we go in, no biting, no hair pulling, no slapping and no mean words.” He paid no attention to where he was going, the pathway becoming all too familiar to him and looked down at his back pocket, struggling to get his phone out.
“Mhm dadda.” Sarang hummed mindlessly, her eyes already filled with mirth seeing the LED illuminated ball pit. They joined the line, waiting for no more than 3 minutes expecting to see the face of the lovely Jiung, the university student who had managed to steal his daughter's heart but instead….there was you.
“Hi, welcome to Sky High, do you have a booking with us today?” You smiled up at him, eyes flickering to his daughter who babbled at you. Scrunching your nose in her direction you turned back to who you presumed was her father, idly waiting for him to return back to earth.
“Sir?”
“Oh yeah, sorry um yes! Yes I do. It’s under Jeon. 1 adult and 1, 2-4 year old.” The title made him flush, guilt quickly creeping up after.
“Ah found you! Okay that’s all set, since she is 2 she is allowed to play on both the Toddler Frame and the Main Frame, please make sure to keep socks on at all times, hand sanitise before you come in. Your session today will end at 2:30 and the kitchen will close at 1:45pm. Enjoy your stay.”
“Baiiii!” Sarang waved up at you as Jungkook pushed open the gate, giving you one last smile before taking Sarang to find a table. “Bye sweetheart!” You called her before tending to another customer.
“I can't believe I just stared at her like an idiot,” Jungkook grumbled as he placed his baby on the table and took off her earrings slowly.
Sarang giggled, before mimicking his earlier position, his mouth in an “O” shape.
“Baby quit it,” He chuckled. “I didn’t look that stupid did I?” He picked her up and placed her down on the floor, taking his own shoes off in the process.
Sarang said nothing but nodded her head, her attention quickly being drawn to the new twisting slide that she had become addicted to. Without looking back she immediately raced off, out of the seating area and towards the Main Frame, not looking where she was going and soon collided into a pair of tall legs.
“Ah,” She pouted, landing on her butt.
“Oh no Sarang, I’m so sorry!” A voice shrieked as the legs bent down in front of her and soon Jiung’s face came into view. “I should’ve seen you coming, are you okay?”
It was as if it was magic the way she immediately forgot about the ache in her butt. She stood up, placing both hands on the floor first before standing up on her legs as if she was in a “downward dog” yoga position before fully straightening up.
Her eyes met his worried ones and the baby stepped forward smiling wide and continuing to toddle off to the slide.
Jiung watched her, adored by her presence before turning around and shrieking once again. There stood Jungkook behind him glaring down at the boy. “Did you push her?”
“No, No! S-Sarang fell on her butt and I was just,” He cleared his throat. “Just making sure to see she was okay that’s all!”
Jungkook stayed silent, hoping his stare was enough to intimidate the boy before brushing past him. “Thanks.”
When Jiung was sure Jungkook was far enough he let out a long breath, his whole body relaxing and dragged himself over to the cafe counter, pushing open the bar gate and melting into you, trapping you against the counter.
“Jiung!” You exclaimed, giggling at his pouty behaviour. “Get off, I need to wipe this down.” When you realised he wouldn’t budge, you started to swat him with your damp cloth which seemed to get his attention only when it finally hit his face.
“Y/n ew!” He spluttered, grabbing a serviette and wiping his mouth, weirdly also patting down his tongue. You stared at him unimpressed, folding your cloth once more and continuing wiping down the table.
“What’s got you in a mood anyway?” You asked him, glancing over occasionally.
“So you remember that adorable little girl, Sarang, that I told you about?” You nodded your head.
“Well she bumped into me today and fell on her butt so of course I made sure she was okay, which she was! She’s strong you know,” He said admirably. “And when she ran off I turned back around and there was her dad just GLARING at me and I literally froze.”
“He. Is. SO SCARY.” Jiung got right up in your face for emphasis. You pushed him away with your hips, bringing down a basket filled with chocolates and dumping it in his arms so you could wipe underneath.
“Okay, and how long has he been terrorising you?” You joked.
“Since like August, a friend of his had a birthday party here, and mind you his wife was HOT-” You slapped him on the arm for that. “And then he started coming like twice a month.”
“And in all honesty it’s not my fault his daughter is in love with me? How can I help it if I’m appealing?” He scoffed, placing the basket back and taking two racks of baby snacks in each hand.
“Yeah to toddlers,” You snorted. “It’s giving predator more than victim Jiungie.” He kicked you in the leg for that. You both carried on down the bar, Jiung grabbing things down for you to wipe the space underneath until you were all finished. Walking back you asked Jiung to point him out to you but there was no need as immediately he squeaked seeing both Jeon Sarang and Jeon Jungkook walking towards the counter.
“I’m going to go out back and see if Geum-hi needs any help.”
“Hey! But what if I need you to- Nope he’s gone.” You sighed turning back to the counter seeing Jungkook with his baby on his hip. You smiled up at him, making the flush in his stomach return tenfold.
“What can I get you sir?” Fuck you said it again.
“Well can I get a latte with vanilla syrup and one babyccino for my baby,” He tickled Sarangie’s stomach making her arms flail with laughter. “Also one packet of veggie crisps and apple juice please?”
“Of course, is that all?”
“For now, yes.”
You nodded, tapping away at the tablet. Jungkook studied your face, internally melting when you stuck your tongue out a little and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Aha,” You smiled, finding the babyccino option you seemingly lost.
“Okay so in total that’ll be 7.67.” You typed it into the card machine, holding it out for him to scan. He pulled out his wallet, looking up at his daughter who reached her hand out expectantly for his credit card.
“Oh are you going to swipe it, little miss?” You cooed, holding it out to her instead. Sarang nodded her head, incoherently babbling to get her dad to hurry up.
“Okay okay baby, here you are.” He laughed. Sarang plucked it out of his hand, placed it down on the screen and smiled triumphantly when it beeped, all four green lights showing up.
“Well done angel. Here’s your veggie chips and apple juice,” You pushed the two towards them. “And your drinks will be waiting on the side for you.”
That being said, you turned around, walking over to the coffee machine to start on the latte. While humming along at the toddler tunes being played, Jungkook watched you bob your head as you compressed the coffee, hooking the portafilter into the machine and waiting for the espresso to brew.
He also couldn’t help raking his eyes down your body as you bent down to the bottom of the fridge, pulling out a milk carton to steam and froth the milk. Jungkook concluded you took your job very seriously and did it well.
“Ji-ji!” Baby unexpectedly shrieked seeing Jiung enter from the kitchen. He looked around wide eyed before his eyes landed on an excited Sarang and a very focused Jungkook. He followed Jungkook’s line of sight till it landed on you seriously focused on making a babyccino.
I think somebody is interested in somebody else. Jiung smirked to himself before walking closer to the counter to talk with Sarang. The baby leaned forward out of Jungkook’s grip and only the second she was about to fall did he manage to grab her and place her standing up on the counter. “Jeon Sarang! How many times have I told you not to do that?” He gave her a hard stare to which she looked back at him doe eyed and slightly glistening.
“Daaa..” She whimpered, making grabby hands for his shoulder while Jungkook shook his head, placing them back down at her sides gently, without breaking his stare. Baby, feeling utterly hopeless, started to sniffle a little and before you knew it small little raindrops were pooling on her waterline and swimming down her cheeks.
Jungkook broke his resolve, picking her back up and cradling her against his chest. “There there baby,” He rubbed up and down her back as she stuffed her face in his neck. “No need for tears, okay, it’s only because I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He walked the two of them off to the side while Jiung quietly stepped away and thanked the lord when a customer came over to order.
Sarang said nothing but another broken “Daaa..” gripping onto his shirt and snuggled even closer to him. “I know, baby. I’m sorry”
“Um sir?” You winced once he looked over. “I’m sorry but would you like me to bring the drinks to your table so it’s easier.”
“Yes, yes please that would be great.” Jungkook glanced at you before returning his attention to the small human in his arms. He waited for you to come over, pushing the bar gate open for you to pass and the two of you walked side by side. He whispered constantly “I love you’s” and “I’m sorry’s” to his daughter.
Once reaching the table Jungkook slid into the booth seat, placing Sarang sideways on his lap. You waited before he was comfortable, placing the tray with drinks down in front of them and turning to walk away.
“Nuu,” You heard a whimper behind you, looking back to see Sarang perked up, her arm outstretched towards you. She made grabby hands and because you couldn’t resist, you walked back over to her crouching down and enveloping her hand in yours.
“I’m here honey,” You whispered, afraid she was too delicate right now to speak any louder. “Are you feeling any better?”
Sarangie said nothing but cautiously leaned forward before stopping herself and looking back at her dad. “Go on, it’s okay. How about I move up so Y/n can sit next to me huh?” Baby nodded, watching as you stood up and slid in next to Jungkook, facing him with one leg up so your shin was pressed against the side of his thigh. Sarang soon clambered onto your lap, standing up on your leg making you wince a little but brush it off.
You came face to face with her flushed cheeks and button nose, your eyes and heart melting at the sight of her. You watched carefully as she reached behind you, pulling at your scrunchie and letting your curls bounce around your face. At the sight of your bouncy curls, Baby giggled, sticking her hand in the mass of soft hair, entranced by the intricate coils.
“Thank god she’s smiling again.” Jungkook sighed, his hand resting on your knee. You felt your heart start to race but didn’t say anything, continuing to entertain the baby. Soon enough the constant pressure of Sarang’s foot on your leg made you give in and pick her up slightly so you could free your leg. “You could put them over my lap if you’d like? The booths are kinda narrow so you won’t get much leg room. Plus you’ll end up squishing my baby against the table and that’s the last thing we need.”
“O-okay, if that’s best.” You bit back a triumphant grin as Jungkook grabbed both of your legs and strung them across his lap, allowing Sarang to sit on top of your thighs. While she sat you grabbed her still warm babyccino and straw, passing it to her to sip. “You like it?”
Instead of replying the toddler wouldn’t let up from the drink unless she absolutely was in dire need to breathe and once she got two or three breaths in she was back to inhaling the drink like crazy. You giggled and watched her, holding the small pink baby cup from the bottom and brushed some of her hair back that had come loose from her ponytail.
Once done she let up, patting an outstretched hand on her tummy but soon felt it wasn’t good enough and lifted up her shirt to get to her skin. She then whined when it didn’t work, looking back at her dad who rolled his eyes smiling, picking her up and patted her back lightly to burp her. “Aren’t you going to drink your latte? I'm afraid it could be a bit cold now.”
“Oh I completely forgot,” He quickly went to grab for the mug, taking a sip. His face contorted into something unpleasant but quickly masked it with a smile taking another gulp.
“Stop stop,” You laughed pulling the mug away from his mouth. “Jungkook stop! It’s okay, I'll make you a new one.”
He smiled at you, froth coating his upper lip and shook his head. “But it's fine?”
“You sure about that Sir?” You joked, taking a serviette and wiping off his upper lip for him. You watched as his eyes followed your movements, turning darker by the second. Your stomach instantly filled with butterflies, feeling small under his lustful gaze. At least you hoped it was lustful and you hadn’t done anything to upset him.
“I’ll just go and make another,” You smiled, pulling the empty baby cup and his latte toward you. “Hey lovie, is it okay if I get up?” You cooed at Sarang who giggled, her cheeks jiggling adorably as she nodded. Jungkook lifted him up to make space for your legs to move and in doing so felt so much colder than before.
“I’ll be back in a bit but I’m afraid I can’t stay,” You mock pouted. “I have a mean boss who requires me to work work work.” With each word you went in and tickled her stomach.
As you took both the mugs, you smiled one last time at Jungkook and turned to walk away. “I’ll be right back.” You winked at Jungkook, eyes filled with mirth. He looked back at you, cocking an eyebrow and nodded, just once, his eyes trailing up and down your body before his attention was stolen by the bundle of giggles in his lap.
“Do you forgive dada for earlier Sarangie? I’m sorry for being mean, I shouldn’t of stopped you from apologising so quick.” He had her stand on his thighs, supporting her by the waist. Baby grabbed both of his cheeks and pressed her open mouth to his, mimicking a sloppy kiss which made Jungkook melt with adoration. If there’s one thing in this world he would never take for granted it would be having a baby who adores him just as much as he adores her.
“Okay how about we continue playing huh?”
Sometimes you can’t believe one of your biggest teenage dreams was getting a car. Other times you feel like the ultimate girlboss driving around in a car that you bought ( albeit yes, you had a great big help from your parents ). Today, as a matter of fact, is car wash day, which is hands-down one of the best days of the month. Your normal routine consisted of marvelling at the sight of the special LED’s the owner put up as your car was soaped up and sprayed and then promptly engaging in a very intimate concert with only one guest. You.
Today however, to your horror, you saw a new policy had been put up requiring customers to sit in the so-called waiting room instead of being inside the car. “Appa just installed a ramp you see,” Heesung, the owner’s son, reasoned. “So the cars can be moved swiftly one by one. And I’m sorry but we can't risk the extra weight of multiple people in their cars as the ramp moves them.”
“Heesung you’ve ruined my life,” You pouted at him. “I was really looking forward to blasting music and having my personal concert.”
“I know I was too, you’re so funny to watch.”
“Wait you can see me-” Heesung dipped to the back before you had a chance to lunge at him. You huffed, pulling up your jeans as you felt them get a little loose around your thighs.
“What’s got you huffing and pouting Y/n?” A voice chuckled from behind you. “You look like Sarangie when she has to take a bath.” Your eyes widened as you turned around to see Jungkook with his baby on his hip. Said baby was scrunching her face in displeasure at the thought of bath time before her eyes landed on you and cocked her head to the side as if she was trying to figure out why you were seemingly familiar.
“You remember Y/nie right? From the play place?” Sarang owlishly blinked at her father and blinked at you. You noticed how Jungkook tore his eyes away from your butt and thighs and you smirked, happy to know he was still hooked.
“It’s okay, she probably has to see me more than once to remember my face right?” You joked, stepping closer to them. The three of you stood in silence for a little moment before you pointed at the seats. Jungkook’s eyes widened in recognition and let you lead the way to the back of the room where there was hardly anyone near. God knows why you chose to be so private but you’d rather this than being sat near that lady and her twin sons and dog who couldn’t stop wrestling each other.
“So what brings you to the car wash?” You asked Jungkook as you sat down.
“Um…I’m washing my car? What about you?”
“Same,” You shrugged, looking around the room before looking back at him. The second the two of you made eye contact you burst out laughing, so much so you felt your stomach start to ache as you threw your head back and bellowed.
“Ahhh,” Jungkook wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “You’re so awkward it’s cute.”
“Can we brush past that, I have no clue why I thought that was a good conversation starter.”
“Yeah yeah sure, swiftly brushing past. So how old are you?”
You cocked one eyebrow up, looking at him teasingly. “And why would you want to know?”
“I think you already have a good idea of why, darling.” Here they go again those stupid butterflies.
“Well if you must know, I’m 22 years old.”
Watching Jungkook carefully, you noticed how his whole body seemed to melt, he was so much more at ease knowing that you were at least over 20.
“Well I’m 27. 28 in around 4 months time.” He smiled. “When’s your birthday?”
“August 3rd, what about you?”
“September 1st.”
You hadn’t noticed before but he brought a backpack with him. Noticing how restless Sarangie was getting he put her on the floor beside his feet, bringing out a colouring book and crayons for her to draw with.
“Dada, kitty.” She pointed to the book, displaying a half coloured in cat. Jungkook nodded, the both of you applauding her masterpiece and allowed her to continue drawing.
“So what is it you do?” Jungkook looked back at you, scooting his chair noticeably closer to yours.
“I have a degree in Fashion and Marketing and on weekdays I work as an apprentice to a magazine called ‘Reckless’, you might’ve heard of it and on the odd day I work as a soft play assistant.”
“That’s amazing, so many girls would die for your job.”
You puffed out your chest, brushing the imaginary dust off of your shoulders, “Yeah but I don’t like to brag.”
“I hate you already.”
You boldly blew him a kiss to which Sarang saw and did one back to you.
“Oh my! Thank you lovie, I’ll treasure that one forever.” You cupped her chubby cheek, blowing even more kisses towards her.
“So then what about you?”
“Well I’m the CEO of a….small company. You might have heard of it, it’s called Jeon Corp.”
You stood up, bending down to cover baby’s ears who stayed unaffected and whisper shouted “Shut the fuck up!! No way you're that Jeon Jungkook? You’re like GQ Man Of The Year!”
“What can I say? Chicks dig the whole single dilf thing.” You bit your lip, holding back a smile as you sat back down once again. Can’t deny that they do You agreed silently.
“Single?” You questioned, trying your best to look innocent.
“Mhm, me and Jihyo switch every two weeks.” He nodded. “She’s leaving me today so I had to get the car washed just to make sure eomma knows who she’s messing with.”
“Rightttt…and who may that be exactly?”
“You’re just asking to get taught a lesson aren’t you.” Jungkook leaned on the arm of the chair, bringing his face closer to hers.
“Depends, you got time for me Mr CEO?” You mimicked his actions, leaning close to the point that you could feel small puffs of air fanning your lips.
“I can definitely fit you in somewhere.”
The urge to plant your lips on his was evident, but you couldn’t let Sarang see that. So painfully you pulled away, instead opting to lean in as if you were going for the kiss but planted your lips on his cheek instead, taking his phone from his pocket and unlocking it with a quick scan of his stunned face.
You made yourself a little home in his contact, quickly snapping a contact photo of the two of you before handing it back to him. “Text me when you want to schedule that lesson okay? I’m ready when you are.” You peeked at his phone screen for a split second and saw he saved your contact as darling. Oh how you wanted to ravish this man.
And with that you bent down, giving Sarang one last hug before standing up to go retrieve your car. Jungkook watched the sway in your hips as you walked away, his mind already racing with everything he wanted to do to you.
jungkook
you mind coming to this address on sunday at 12pm?
darling
depends…how bad do you want me?
jungkook
i don’t want you angel
i need you to come on sunday @ 12, can you do that for me?
darling
yes sir, i’ll be there
jungkook
you really have to stop calling me that
You squealed, looking down at your phone with the largest smile. You promptly went on to text Jiung explicit details of the high chances you had of getting dicked down on Sunday. He then went on to tell you that you were insane for getting involved with him.
y/nie😽
just because your scared of him asshole 🙄🙄
jiungie😹
that man has been terrorising me for MONTHS!
i have the right to be
y/nie😽
aghhhh i’m so excited you have no idea!! i’m so happy i booked my nail appointment for tomorrow and fuck it im going to wash my hair a day early too because he deserves it <3333
jiungie😹
more like your excited for his dick
y/nie😽
same difference 🙄🙄
Sunday rolled around pretty quick and soon enough you found yourself parking in the driveway of a very beautiful 5 bedroom house ( you guessed ), way too big for a man and his 2 year old daughter.
Your outfit today consisted of a yellow and white milkmaid dress that accentuated your bust and fell to about mid-thigh, white wedges heels on your feet, a bow highlighting your newly manicured toes. Your nails matched the pattern of your dress, white with swirls of yellow ( which had you giddy just thinking about them gripping onto his forearms or broad shoulders ) and to top it all off a yellow headband pulling your luscious curls back with a few framing your face.
You looked like a day dream, the yellow making your skin standout compared to the dull muted colours of spring. Walking up to the door with your small bag in your hands, you rung the doorbell twice, rocking on the balls of your feet.
“Hey…oh wow.” Jungkook opened the door with a smile that faltered seeing you. “You look beautiful,”
You pressed a hand to his chest, smiling up at him as a ‘thank you’ before walking into the house. “Yeah, I thought why not dress up for this special occasion.”
“And what are we celebrating, may I ask?” Jungkook walked up and admired your wonder as you marvelled at the high ceiling, a chandelier that’s glass reflected onto the floor and broke into a disarray of colours.
“I don’t know,” You peeked over at him, eyes trailing over the colours shining on his face. God he was so beautiful, so unbelievably attractive you couldn’t help but feel hot with desire. You wondered how he felt about you. You wondered if you looked just as pretty under these reflections as he did. “You tell me…sir.” You smiled coyly, placing a hand on his bicep.
“Well, darling, I think we should celebrate a quiet home with no distractions.” He wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer. In doing so he grabbed your bag, placing it on the vanity table next to his own sleek leather briefcase.
“So you mean to say your daughter is a distraction then?” You slowly unbuttoned more of his silk shirt, just until the last two buttons before it tucked into his trousers.
“Yes darling, as much as I love her, she is my biggest priority therefore my biggest distraction.” He breathed, tilting your head up so your lips were a centimetre away from each other.
“Then I guess it’s time to celebrate.”
Jungkook placed a kiss on the very corner of your mouth before taking your hand in his and leading you further into the house. You both reached an open room, sliding glass doors taking up one whole wall with billowing white curtains acting as a flimsy barrier to the outside world. It was breathtakingly beautiful; extended plush couches lining the walls of the small space, another smaller, yet still ever glistening, chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a small round table filled with deserts and wine.
Walking over you bent down towards the profiteroles arranged delectably onto the plate and brought it to your lips to take a bite. That was before you felt the back of your dress being lifted up to expose your bare butt to the eyes of the walking sin behind you. “Carry on darling,” He bent over you, pressing the side of his mouth to your ear. “Just taking a quick look.”
You gulped obediently taking a bite of the treat and moaning as the pastry burst into cream with tinges of chocolate. “I wonder what it would take for me to make you moan like that?” Jungkook’s hands roamed your lower back, smoothing over the globes of your cheeks and cupping them at the bottom. He tested the weight of them both in his hands, jiggling them slightly to make you giggle ( and it did ) before he let them go. As still as stone you waited for his next move, your back started to ache because of the bent position so you tried to stand up, just to relieve some pain, but the thought quickly diminished as a sharp slap was planted on your left cheek. “Nu uh uh, did you ask if you could get up?’ You bit your lip and shook your head. “Well then what do you say?”
“I’m sorry for not asking,”
“Who? Who are you asking sweetheart?” He egged you on, stepping closer so you could faintly feel his cock pressed against your upper thigh.
Gasping not only at the feeling but the way his hand trailed up your spine and buried itself in your hair, pulling you up so he was pressed flat against you. “Mhmm, sir, I’m asking you…sir?”
“That’s right,” He hummed, pulling on your hair just a tad while he gave both of your cheeks a slap, earning a sweet gasp escaping your lips.
“P-please..” You begged. Jungkook only laughed, reaching one hand around to your front and pulling your dress down to reveal your breasts to the cold air. He teased you a little, you quickly realised he loved playing games, brushing his palm against your nipple as you felt them get harder each time. “Sir please, I want- I, agh” You felt your knees buckle as Jungkook spontaneously grinded down against your pussy, a moment of self indulgence, steadying himself on your lower back before spinning you around.
His arms encircled your waist as he studied the debauched look on your face, he could just about make out a red tinge on your cheekbones and smirked as you let your tongue hang out ever so slightly in attempts to calm yourself down. “Sir you’re mean,” You mumbled, pulling his shirt out of his jeans, not bothering to unbutton the last few and just pulled it apart till they broke. You pressed your warm breasts against his cold chest, moaning at the feeling as Jungkook grabbed both your wrists, pulling you down so you sat, cowgirl, on his lap.
“I’m sorry for teasing you pretty girl, I just can't help it.” He toyed with your nipples, pulling them towards him one by one, as if he was milking a cow. “You look so cute writhing around while I explore your godly body.” He meant it, truly he did. The rush he felt knowing in this moment he had just enough power to make such a divine woman like you beg for him to help you reach that floaty, warm state of mind. Jungkook wanted nothing more than to do so. All you had to do was ask him, ask for him, for his hands, his mouth, anything and gladly he would surrender himself to be a slave to your sexual desires. He’d teased you enough and considering it’s been at least 7 months since he last had sex, he was needy too.
What tore him out of his thoughts was feeling your pussy grinding down against him, his eyes zeroed in on the movements of your hips, his fingers teasing the fabric of your dress before he finally gave in and pushed it back to reveal your soaked lacy underwear to him. “Baby you're drenched,” He gasped, ogling the way the white underwear moulded against your chubby lips. “You need me that bad huh?”
“Yes! Want you, want your fingers please-please give them to me sir I need it.”
“You might as well not even bother to wear any underwear at all today,” Yes, he knows he promised to stop teasing but he couldn’t help it! With the image of your head thrown back, breasts bouncing with every thrust against his covered cock, your watery eyes as you pleaded with him, it was too easy to toy with you for a little longer. “You already came without a bra, so kind of you to let me see your pretty tits.” His hands gripped your hips, stalling them and silenced your whines with a kiss.
“I'm sorry,” He whispered between repeated pecks. “I know, I know sir’s mean and I promise I’ll stop now okay sweetheart. I’m sorry for playing with you okay? You want my fingers, you'll get them,” He manoeuvred your body so you lay against the armrest of the couch. “You’ll get them and my mouth okay baby, I’ll please you don’t worry. Give you every part of me you're crying for,” Your soaked panties came next, sadly being discarded on the floor along with his silk button up.
Jungkook slithered down till he came face to face with your pussy, giggled as he lightly swatted your chubby lips and watched them deliciously jiggle. “No don’t laugh,” You pouted, closing a hand over your pussy and pushing your legs shut.
“No no no, I wasn’t laughing at your pussy baby. How could I? it’s so fuckin perfect.” Jungkook slowly pushed your legs apart, until they spread open once again. “It’s so cute and chubby, I love it. Will you let me see again?” He kissed your knuckles as a way to ease them up. “Please, wanna play with your pretty pussy baby. Wanna make you cry because I kiss it so sweet.”
You moaned, staggered pants escaping your lips as you let your hands fall away. Jungkook wasted no time parting your lips in a ‘V’ and planting a kiss on your clit before flattening his tongue against your sweet hole and lapping at it. “Sir, oh thank you sir, thank you.” Your hands found home in his hair, gripping it tight as you grinded down against his face, panting in pleasure when you felt his two fingers start to scissor you.
“Yes that’s right baby,” Jungkook moaned against your relentless pussy. “Just like that. Use me to make you cum go on,” He was enraptured by your clit, the small pulsing nub begging for attention. His mouth watered and immediately wrapped his mouth around it, grazing his teeth over the spots that pitched your moans and kissing it ever so gently as he sped up the pace of his fingers.
“Oh sir I think I’m gonna- Oh!” You sped up the pace of your hips against his face, gasping louder as his nose swiped against your clit multiple times.
“Cum for me then sweetheart, you can do it.”
“Jungkook, oh my! Jungkook please I need you please,” You were delirious, the pleasure you were feeling was unmatched. The heat in your cheeks, the burn in your thighs, the electricity in your clit. It was all too much, too great, you couldn’t handle it.
“I’m right here, pretty baby,” He leaned over you, fingers still pounding into your pussy, but cupping your cheek ever so gently. He bent his head down into your neck, easing you into your high with sweet kisses lining your throat before coming to your lips. “Can I come with you pretty? Is that okay? Can I get my cock out and slide it against your sweet pussy?”
“Yes yes! Want sir to cum too,” Your hands frantically found his slacks, unzipping them and fishing his cock out of his boxers. Jungkook did his best to slip them both off but ended with his boxers still hanging off of his ankle. He removed his hand from your pussy, hushing you with pecks against your cheeks as he used his slick hand to lube up his cock. One, two, three times he slapped the heavy weight of his cock onto your clit making you cry out in pleasure. “Sir please, need to feel your cock against me, inside me please.”
“Not inside, pretty baby, I’m not ready for that just yet.” You nodded silently, instead spreading out your pussy lips and beckoning for him to place his cock there. And he did. Your moans released in tandem as he fell forward, caging you in as he rocked against your pussy.
“I w-won’t last, Jungkook, it’s too good.”
“Yeah? Does my sweet baby like it when my cock bullies her clit? Does she like it when I kiss her so sweet for being so pretty? Hm? Do you like it when I tease you so much just to unwind your pretty body into tears and moans? All because of me right?”
You nodded, drinking in his words as your high came nearer. If it wasn’t for his dirty dirty mouth spurring you on, it was definitely the pulsing of his cock as the bulbous head battered your clit. “I have to- have to tell you,”
Jungkook grunted, tearing his eyes away from the lewd image of his cock against your pussy. “What sweet girl?”
“I- I’m probably going to sq-” Jungkook was nearing his edge, so close to falling again after 7 months he forgot about what you were saying and sped up to a pace that was almost animalistic.
“Jungkook!” You shrieked. “I’m gonna fucking cum oh my god,” You’re eyes rolled to the back of your head as your arms blindly searched for somewhere, anywhere to place your hands until one landed on his bicep and the other on his shoulder. “Jungkook please come with me sir, please I don’t wanna go alone.”
“You won’t baby, just hang on a little second longer for me okay?” He flattened down against you, your hips working in an antagonistic pair, thrusting up into each other roughly in tandem. You could feel his balls slapping against your butt, getting thicker with each second.
“Jungkook,” You moaned his name as Jungkook brought his arms up to cup the back of your head, fingers pulling on your curls.
“Yes, say my name baby,” He panted, kissing from your lips and down the stretched column of your neck. “Scream it, it’s yours.”
Jungkook can’t remember what made him lose it, maybe it was your flushed cheeks or eyes begging for a release. It could’ve been the grip on him that you had and seeing how he made your eyes roll to the back of your head. One thing he does remember though, is seeing little squirts escape you before you pressed up against him hard and screamed his name.
It was wet, your pussy gushing so much Jungkook felt his orgasm attack him with no warning as he felt himself completely collapse onto you, pumping out cum onto your spent cunt, while he gently continued to thrust against your pussy.
“Thank you,” You mumbled, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Jungkook, thank you so much, oh my god you're amazing.”
“No you are baby, fuckin’ perfect body, perfect pussy, perfect face.” He kissed up and down your throat before he reached your lips and lazily made out with you. You moaned against his mouth, your heart bursting with undeniable affection.
“I can’t believe you squirted oh my fucking god that was so hot.” Jungkook laughed, pulling your messy curls behind your ears to free your face. You merely smirked, telling him you tried to warn him but he made you forget.
“I’m sorry I didn’t fuck you like you wanted,” Jungkook spoke up after a while. “It’s just I didn’t have a condom on hand and I didn’t trust I would pull out in time. That and the fact that intimacy is kinda hard after the divorce, let’s just say my ex-wife has a lot to say about my ‘game’.”
“Well she’s delusional because one your stroke game must be fucking amazing if she had the most adorable baby with you and not to mention you just made me squirt without even properly fucking me.”
“You were perfect Jungkook, honestly my pussy is sore but I’m still wet at the thought of you properly fucking me one day.” The man cocked one eyebrow at you, trailing on hand down to dip into your pussy to confirm your theory, making you gasp.
“Next time baby, next time I’ll fuck you so good both of us are crying.” You slapped his chest as you laughed out loud, closing your legs around his hand to trap it there.
“I'm holding you to that. Now carry me to the shower please, I really don’t think I can at all walk with the way you finished me.” Jungkook smiled triumphantly, standing up to hook one arm under your knees and the other under you back and lifted you up bridal style, looking at you then your lips and deciding fuck it and planted one last kiss there before carrying you to the shower.
( He lied, he got into the bathtub with you and kissed you so much you were giggling the entire time <3 )
It had been a couple of months of you and Jungkook’s blissful situationship and you couldn’t genuinely feel any better. You found the dull aches of horniness cured within hours, you found yourself waking up with a smile etched onto your face and most importantly you had your overdose of cute baby giggles to send you off to work.
To be fair, Jungkook was wary of letting you hang around Sarang so often, the nagging voice in the back of his mind reminding him you were probably only temporary. He didn’t want to get the three of you too attached to each other before you inevitably left. Who was he kidding? You were a fresh new budding magazine editor just waiting for her big break. He was a boring CEO of a company who happened to have the cutest baby in the world. It was doomed.
However it didn’t feel so.
Every smile, every touch, each giggle and each glance swelled his heart all the more. Seeing Sarang reach for you when she got excited, kick her chubby legs in the charming way babies do when the shriek out of pure happiness was enough to have Jungkook, on the off-chance, wish what you could be was more.
For now he would stay silent, basking in the little bubble your trio had created each Friday night, Saturday morning and Sunday afternoon. He resented any thought of the bubble bursting and clung onto the sugary sweetness he felt pooling in his stomach whenever he saw Sarang leave open mouthed kisses on your cheeks and lips. He clung even harder whenever he saw your heart shaped eyes staring back at her.
It was a warm Friday morning, it being your last official day at Sky High, heart cinched at the prospect of seeing both Jungkook and Sarang tonight. It was time to watch Encanto, the film the three of you were trying your absolute hardest not to watch to experience the phenomenon all together. Disney movies were always and will always be your guilty pleasure but since Sarang had discovered them it was the perfect bonding moment for the two of you.
The first time she had watched Moana was a Sunday afternoon around two weeks ago, when you mentioned to Jungkook if she had a favourite Disney character.
“I have no clue. She doesn’t really watch Disney.” He shrugged, leaning forward with Sarang’s favourite pink baby spoon to feed her.
“You mean to tell me you’ve been depriving your daughter of the one essential part of nearly every little one's childhood? You’re an evil man Jeon Jungkook.” You shook your head, standing up from your chair across from him and bending down to Baby.
“My love, do you want to watch a Disney film with me?” You gave her your best doe eyes. Sarangie smiled, bringing her hands to your cheeks and babbling. “Of course you do.” You picked her up, placing her on your hip, her chubby legs clinging onto your sloped waist comfortably.
“Your hips are such a perfect baby seat,” Jungkook brought his hands up, tracing the curve of your waist absentmindedly.
“A perfect Sarangie seat more like,” You tickled her tummy, walking into the spacious living room with her.
You placed Baby on the floor while searching for the TV remote, “Jungkook do you have Disney+ ?”
“What is that?” He called back over the sound of rushing water. You rolled your eyes, not bothering to reply and started to create an account. When the card details showed up on the screen, you paused for a second.
Was it okay just to take the card and sign up?
Or should I ask first?
You bit your lip, looking down at Sarang for help. “I should just ask, right? Saves me any invasion of privacy…It’s not like we're that close anyway.” You mumbled to her and yourself. Your feet carried you to the kitchen were you leaned across the counter, furthest away from Jungkook, feeling it would be best to let any embarrassment dissipate through the air after you were so surely going to be rejected.
“Um, Jungkook?”
“Yes darling,”
“Is it okay if I use your card to sign up for the subscription?”
He took off his washing up gloves, walked around to the ceramic plate that held his wallet and multiple car keys and took his card out handing it to you. “Don’t worry about asking next time, okay?” He pulled you in by your waist, pecking you on the lips. “I’ll spend all my money to make my girls happy,”
You pushed him away from you, biting back a smile. “I’m your girl?”
“Damn right you are.”
A sudden wail from Sarang made the two of you snap out of your flirty reverie and rush to the living room where she was taking wobbly steps, fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks. “Oh my baby, were you scared?” You cooed, scooping her up and kissing away her pout. “I’m so sorry I should’ve been quicker,” You rested her head on your shoulder, whispering your apologies as she tangled her sausage fingers in your curls.
“Da,” She pouted up at Jungkook, reaching the other hand towards him. He stepped in behind you, pressing kisses to her palm and hugging the two of you from behind.
“You’re so perfect,” He said to the both of you. “My pretty perfect girls.” He turned his kisses to small little bites down Sarang’s arm till he reached her cheeks and kissed her till she was squealing and pushing him away.
“Baby, are you ready to watch Tangled with me?”
Sarang gave an adorable confused sound, tilting her head to the side.
“Yeah okay, me and Daddy are going to blow your mind…Well I am.” You squinted over at Jungkook.
“Yeah because all I’m useful for is my credit card.” He huffed, sitting down and cuddling next to the two of you.
You walked up to the glass door, pushing one open in your stride but to your embarrassment it didn’t open. Right, it’s the left one. You sheepishly walked in, ignoring Jiung’s laughter as he buzzed you through the gate. “You’ve been working here, what, 6 weeks now?”
“It didn’t happen, you didn’t see a thing!” You called out, walking to the staff changing rooms to get ready for the day.
The centre was in full swing by noon, and now it was already nearing the end of the second session. You grabbed your phone from underneath the counter, seeing a text from Jungkook that read,
koo
just as a heads up, me and sarang are coming
darling
that’s great!!! i missed her :((
koo
um…what about me??darling i guess i missed you too…
koo
also jihyo is tagging alongshe wants to see the play place baby loves so much
darling
oh cool i wont be speaking to her tho right?
koo
no no, nothing your not comfortable with
darling
i’ll see you then <3
koo
see you pretty <3
You smiled down at your phone, wishing you could strike it with the love hearts pooling in your eyes. He used my love heart, you internally squealed. How could you not be completely and utterly obsessed with him? Now all you had to do was count down the seconds till you saw two of your favourite people.
You headed into the kitchen, leaning against the wall with an airy smile on your face.
“And why are you smiling like that? You don’t deserve it when you're leaving us all tomorrow!” Geum-hi, the cook, walked from the very back of the kitchen, tugging oven mitts off of her hands and dramatically slapping them down on the worktable.
“Stop, you know I’m just as sad about leaving.” You frowned. “Jungkook and Sarang are coming in soon, that’s why I’m smiling.”
“Ahh your boyfriend.”
“Hey!” You gasped, “He is not my boyfriend…yet”
“Honey I’m 51 years old, I know when I see a love sick puppy. And to be fair, both of you make me sick. Why can’t you just take eachother home and fuck it out?”
“We already do, well we haven’t fucked yet but still…he makes me cum enough.” As you spoke Jiung walked into the kitchen with an empty cupcake stand, pausing in his tracks to retch.
“This is a fucking kitchen Y/n, why are you talking about your sexcapades?”
You rolled your eyes, hearing your manager call out for someone to start sweeping underneath the tables. You stuck your tongue out an Jiung one last time before heading out with a dustpan and brush. You paused as you walked, taking in the mess of crumbs and other bits and bobs all over the floor and felt your shoulders sink. I hate this job so much, you groaned, thankful when you saw Jiung walk over to the other side to start on the tables.
Once finished it was about 5 minutes till opening time, you headed back around the cafe to the check in area, double tapping the spacebar to wake up the desktop. While scrolling through the check in, an excited squeal drew your eyes to the door and your heart instantly lifted. Both Jungkook and Sarang’s bunny smiles were staring right at you. You smiled back just as wide, waving to her as she kicked her legs in excitement.
“Looks like someone’s happy to be here,” Your manager laughed, watching the interaction as she tinkered with the slushy machine. “Those two do seem to love you.”
You smiled bashfully, “Well, they are my favourite customers. She’s the cutest and he’s so sweet.”
“Well, you two do make a very cute couple.” She noticed the hitch in your breath, “Darling I’m not blind, everyone can see how smitten the two of you are.” She finished up, walking to the doors to unlock them. “I need you on tills today and once the initial rush is over can you start on fridge rotation, then set up for the party. Report back to me when you’re done, I’m not letting you slack because it’s your last day.” She winked as you pouted, watching as she welcomed everyone and directed them towards you.
Your eyes drifted back to Jungkook and Sarang multiple times, your leg coming up to habitually scratch at the back of your calf to calm your jitters. One by one the line shortened until it finally reached them.
“Hi Sir, do you have a booking with us today?” You smiled, trying your best to not hold eye contact for too long. Jungkook smirked back although it was obvious his cheeks were starting to gain a reddish hue. Sarang waved her pudgy hand at you and your resolve melted for just a few seconds, cooing at the adorable baby.
“Yeah it’s under Jeon, 2 adults and 1 2-4 year old.” Two adults? Your eyebrows furrowed looking at the screen. Huh? Your eyes wandered up and realisation settled in. Jeon Jihyo- well Ex-Jeon Jihyo stared back at you with a stiff smile. You tried your best to reciprocate it, checking the three of them in.
“Well I’m sure you’re familiar with the rules, right? Sarangie please make sure to keep your socks on today okay?” Baby nodded her head, her pineapple ponytail bobbing along with her. “Have fun.”
“Excuse me,” Jihyo’s voice called out. You turned your head in her direction, holding your breath as she levelled you with an intimidating stare. “Do you sell good coffee here?”
“Yes of course, we wouldn’t want to poison our customers.” You lightly joked.
“Hmm,” She raised an eyebrow before turning to Jungkook. “You would think such a place wouldn’t hire children to do adult work. That boy is struggling on his own.”
Your eyes flickered over to Jungkook, who averted his gaze, pursing his lips and whispering in Jihyo’s ear making her sigh exasperatedly. You noted the familiarity of his hand finding her lower back, a faint tug forming in your stomach but you pushed it away.
“Quite uptight that one seems,” The next customer smiled at you.
“Yeah, hopefully we’re to her respectable standard.” He chuckled with you, introducing himself as Cha Eunwoo and his son Minhyuk.
Jungkook watched your interaction with a hard stare, jealousy creeping up inside him but he pushed it down. First Eunwoo makes Minhyuk the object of Sarang’s desire at their baby play group and now he’s taking his other favourite girl and making her laugh. “I hate baby play groups.” Jungkook pouted, squinting his eyes as Eunwoo made you throw your head back with laughter one last time before he waved goodbye.
“What was that?” Jihyo looked over at him, sighing once more out of boredom.
“Nothing,” Jungkook sat up, clearing his throat. “Would you like a coffee?”
“Sure, I’ll come with you. Anything beats sitting and listening to screeching kids.”
“Your baby is one of those screeching kids Jihyo,” Jungkook reprimanded, his voice clippy as he looked through the many credit cards in his wallet.
“Yes I know, her screeching is the only kind I enjoy.” She rubbed her hand against Jungkook’s tensed arm, smiling softly at him. “Sorry if that came out wrong.”
Jungkook shrugged her arm off, “It’s fine Ji,” he said smiling at her back before leading her to the cafe.
Jiung stood with his back to them, sweeping up spilt coffee on the ground. Jungkook cleared his throat making the young boy stand up and when he realised who it was, threw the broom to one side, wincing as it clattered against the ground. “What can I get you Mr and Mrs Jeon?” He smiled, strained in his posture.
“I would like-”
“Ms Choi,” Jungkook cut her off. “This…isn’t my wife.”
Jihyo’s eyes widened slightly, her neck flushing red with embarrassment. She looked at Jungkook who made no effort to gauge eye contact with her and then back at Jiung. The humiliation started to creep up the back of her neck.
“Yes,” She cleared her throat. “I think I’m going to check up on Sarang, you know my order.” Jihyo turned her back, heels hurriedly clicking off. Jiung let out a low whistle, the tension in the air making it hard for him to look Jungkook in the eye without wanting to burst into laughter. He was so unnecessarily unserious at times like this.
Jungkook paid and stood off to the side silently brooding as he mulled over the events in his head. He didn’t feel guilty for what he had done, frankly he couldn’t care less. What he did hate however, was the fact that since checking in you hadn’t looked over, not even once, too busy stocking up drinks in the fridge. Jungkook felt like pouting, whining even, remembering just how whiny you make him. Remembering the way your hands wrapped around the base of his cock or the way you kitten licked his drooling tip or the way–
“Your drinks Mr Jeon?” Jiung cut off his reverie, and with a shake of his head he thanked him, taking both mugs. His eyes flitted over to you, just for one last glance, but met your own, smirking back at him with a knowing look. Jungkook simply shrugged, you couldn’t blame him. He was weak when it came to you, so irresistibly weak it was unfathomable.
Jungkook walked back over to the table, seeing Jihyo cooing at Sarang as she giggled, smiling up at her beloved mother with sparkly eyes. He made sure to sit opposite her rather than next to her this time, sliding into his seat and waving to his baby. From then on the trio sat in silence, the occasional sip of drinks and Sarang’s babbling with the answer of the two doting parents, slipping in to ease the sickly tension.
“Why did you embarrass me like that earlier?” Jihyo spoke up finally, making sure to act busy with re-tying Sarang’s ponytail.
“It wasn’t intentional Ji,” He sighed. “And I could’ve said it much nicer, I know.”
“But was it necessary to correct him? I mean he is just a soft play worker, what does our status matter to him?” She asked him in a small voice. Jungkook scoffed
Typical. It was so typical of Jihyo to act this way. Their divorce had been finalised 10 months ago, but she couldn’t seem to grasp that. What was even more confusing was that she fought for this divorce, fought for their separation because she felt too suffocated. Jihyo had felt that Jungkook's love was too suffocating yet she couldn’t fathom that love being shared with anyone else. Jungkook knew all the lies she spewed was just so her friends wouldn’t try anything with him. But of course they did, not to be cocky but he was Jeon Jungkook and back on the market. Some friends they were.
Frankly Jungkook was sick and tired of Jihyo thinking she still had a claim over him, which is why he raised his eyebrows at her and said this.
“You and I are over. Finished. Because that’s what you wanted. Yes it was necessary because, with all due respect, I don’t want people thinking I’m still married to a woman who ruined our love because she felt too suffocated…I don’t want people thinking I’m married to a woman who spreads vile rumours about me or attempts to ruin any prospective relationship I make.”
“Jihyo I don’t want people thinking I’m married to you. Not when you so easily threw me aside because you didn’t actually want to be married to me.”
He stood up, beckoning at a confused Sarang who reached out to him and walked away from her, cooling off his anger in the form of babbles and baby giggles. While walking Jungkook caught a glimpse of you walking into the party room with two heavy crates stacked on eachother, and making sure your manager was around and noting Jihyo being occupied with angrily talking on the phone, he slipped in after you.
“Hey,” He called, watching as you jumped, turning around to look at him with wide eyes. He cackled as he closed the door, backing away when you punched him.
Sarang smiled happily, leaning into you and you scooped her up, spinning around and you got your early dose of baby cuddles. “I missed you two,” You pouted, walking back to Jungkook and pressing yourself against his chest. Your eyes met his as you looked up and Jungkook knew he had to kiss you, knew it was the only way he would truly let his anger fall off of him. He captured your lips in a sweet kiss, one you smiled into, standing on your tippy toes to press against him fully but pulled away once you felt Sarang start to unbutton your shirt. “Sarangie!” You gasped, looking down at her with a sweet smile.
Baby giggled, looking around to be put down and once you did you headed back over to your crates to set up for tomorrow’s birthday party. “Need some help?” Jungkook walked up beside you, taking the top crate filled with party bags and started to open them up.
“Mhm, party mum wants a pack of sweets and 2 mini chocolates in each bag.” You handed him the confectionary. “Thank you,” You smiled, pulling him down by his shoulder to kiss him on the cheek.
“Of course.”
The three of you worked in comfortable silence, Jungkook mastering the party bags as you set up the long table, banners and lunchboxes. When it came time to fill the boxes up Sarang being the little angel she is, placed clementines, cheesy strings and small pudding pots in each lunch box perfectly as you handed each to her. “Ah thank you sweet sweet girl! You’re so smart my love,” You cooed while kissing her cheeks. Jungkook smiled at the two of you, walking behind and placing his chin on your head in adoration.
He was serious about you He denounced. He had no clue how to tell you, how to even speak that into existence but all Jungkook cared about, right now, was seeing how happy and pretty you looked being a part of them. The perfect puzzle piece, slotted in between Jungkook’s arms.
“What the fuck is this?” Both you and Jungkook’s heads shot up to see Jihyo stood in the doorway, staring you down. “And why is she holding my baby?”
You two sprung apart, Jungkook mimicking a deer caught in headlights. He started to stutter, looking at you for answers to which you turned to Jihyo and gave a very strained smile. “I’m Y/n, I’m Jungkook’s-”
“We’re… seeing each other,” He walked closer to you, placing a comforting arm on the small of your back. You looked up at him, a weak smile painting your lips, as you relaxed into him.
Jihyo sighed exasperatedly, walking up to you with her hands stretched out cooing at her daughter. “Come to Eomma Sarangie, that’s a good girl.” Sarang looked up at her mother wide-eyed, refusing to lean over into her mothers arms, instead clinging onto your shirt and looking away. You watched as Jihyo’s face morphed into shock, coughing slightly. “We need to talk.” She looked at her ex-husband, gesturing to him to come outside with her eyes.
“So what? Are you seriously planning on dating this…girl?” Jihyo glared at him, not bothering to close the door. “Jungkook,” She walked slightly closer to him, placing a hand on his abdomen. “She’s too young…I don’t feel comfortable knowing– I mean come on, she’s practically a child! Do you even love her? Why would you bring Sarang around her if whatever this is, isn’t serious?”
Every word felt like a stab in the gut. Why did it matter whether he loved you or not?
There was a coating of irritation, sheathed over the knife Jihyo used against you. Why did she have such a problem with your age too? You were old enough, you knew what you were getting yourself into and you wanted to stay. You hovered next to the door for a while, noting how they moved further away so now you couldn’t hear a thing. “Bubba?” Sarang cooed at you, pushing her hands against your cheeks as a way to make you smile.
“Hi baby,” You nuzzled her cheek, walking over to the bench and sitting down with her in your lap. You watched her mindlessly tinker with the charms on your bracelet and slowly you realised the bundle of joy sitting in your lap was someone you couldn’t pass up. You wanted to be there for her, you knew it wasn’t easy and certainly not a decision to make on a whim but..you simply wanted her, in whatever way Jungkook would let you. “Sarangie, do you want me too?” You picked her up by her armpits, balancing her sock-clad feet on your thighs. She simply stared before, leaning forward and placing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. You positively melted, hugging her close to your body and smiling against the chub of her arm.
“...H-how do you know she will be there for Sarang when she needs it? Does she even know how to properly take care of her? Are you going to let her discipline our child the way she wants to!?” Jihyo was red in the face, her eyes frantic as she felt displaced. You were slowly taking over her position as the first woman in Jungkook's life. You were entering his course of action, his vision, his obsession, pushing her aside to be his bitter ex-wife. She was losing control and she hated it. Jihyo’s voice started to raise in pitch as Jungkook removed her arms from him and placed them down by her sides.
“Jihyo…what happened to you?” Jungkook asked her softly. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This wasn’t the girl he knew and loved. “I get it, it’s hard to let me go but you’re going to learn to have to. I did. This isn’t coming from a place of concern for our child and you know that.”
“I’m serious about Y/n Jihyo, I want her to be a part of my daily life and when it comes to Sarang she’s doing perfectly fine taking care of her for now,” He silenced Jihyo just as she opened her mouth to speak. “Me and Y/n are going to talk okay? I let her know about whatever boundaries you have and figure out what her intentions are for our future.”
“I think it’s best if you go now,” He spoke softly. “Just so we can clear our heads.”
“Oh so you’re choosing her over me now? Is that what this is?”
“Jihyo please! Stop trying to make everything an argument. I’m not choosing Y/n over you, you don’t have a position in my life that gives me the option to choose. You are the mother of my child and I will always love you for that, but Y/n is my hopeful future. Besides…you didn’t choose me,” His voice faltered slightly. “Even when I begged you to.”
Jungkook walked back into the party room, Jihyo in tow. You stood up quickly seeing the both of them, Sarang twisting her head to smile at her mother. She reached out for her and you passed her on, watching and Jihyo walked out of the room, apologising to the sweet girl for raising her voice around her.
You quietly turned your head to see Jungkook already watching you, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. You hovered awkwardly, your right leg coming up to scratch the back of your left calf out of nerves.
“C’mere,” Jungkook opened up his arms for you to walk into. You smiled, thankful there was no tension and circled your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his sternum.
“Everything okay?” You asked him.
Jungkook sighed, stepping back slightly to rest his forehead against yours. “Can we talk later? About us? After we put Sarang to bed.” He noticed your eyebrows furrowing and the corners on your lips droop down in worry, “It’s nothing bad I promise. I just want to know where your head’s at…” His voice dropped into a whisper, “Just so I know if you’re serious about this, like me.”
“You're serious about me?” You screeched, not bothering to hide your wide smile. “Jungkook! Oh my– thank god I was about to cry. I thought you didn’t want me in your life anymore.”
“No baby,” Jungkook laughed lightly, brushing your curls behind your ear. “I’m fighting for this, for us. I just want to know you’ll fight for me and Sarang too.” You nodded your head fiercely, so much so your foreheads bumped against one another.
“We should talk more later,” You decided, but not before capturing our lips against his. “I completely forgot I’m at work right now.”
“Ah yes, well I walk about before you just so we don’t look suspicious.”
You rolled your eyes at him for that, “Everyone already knows you bother me with kisses when you’re here.”
Jungkook simply smirked, pressing one last kiss to your lips before he walked out. “Me and Sarang will be waiting at 7 like always.”
That they were.
You walked up to Sarang’s window and knocked lightly seeing her look up shocked but instantly squealed when she recognised. Jungkook shrieked along with her but it wasn’t out of excitement to see you. You sat down in the car, pulling the door closed and turned to look at him. “I think I pissed myself.” He glared at you.
“Oh, do you want me to grab a nappy from the boot?” You made way to open the door before looking back at him laughing.
“Ha ha ha so funny. Sarang’s nappies wouldn’t fit me anyway.” He grumbled, earning him a weird look.
“Jungkook what-?”
“I don’t know, ignore that.”
“Dutifully ignored.” You nodded, turning back to entertain Sarang with mindless chatter. She babbled along, showing you the pretty bracelet Jungkook bought for her.
“Oh my, Sarangie it’s so pretty,” You gently held her wrist looking at the silver chain with a bunny and heart charm hanging off of it. Baby giggled, shaking her head with a little ‘Nuu’ and thrusted out her other wrist instead. This one adorned a bright pink princess bracelet with a yellow star smack bang in the middle that lit up when pressed, which Sarang kindly demonstrated for you.
“She got that one in a stupid magazine,” Jungkook rolled his eyes looking at the two of you through the rearview mirror. “It comes with that tiara which Miss Sarang didn’t need because she already has at least six at home.” He raised his voice to capture her attention.
Sarang blew raspberries back in response to his goading.
“Are you ready for Encanto my love,” You tickled her feet. Sarang kicked her feet in retaliation, giggling so much that she started to hiccup slightly. “Ah baby’s excited!!” You turned your head back to see Jungkook’s reaction but already caught him staring at the two of you. He turned his focus back onto the road, sticking his tongue out slightly as he made a left turn into their quiet neighbourhood.
You admired him, silently drooling over his veiny arms as they manoeuvred the wheel, his dark eyebrows making his eyes appear hooded and dangerous. Jungkook’s lips morphed into a smirk, a tell that you had been caught making you turn back to Sarang who had conveniently nodded off to sleep.
You felt Jungkook’s hand slid in between your thighs, gripping it ever so slightly. “You all good there baby?” He asked, glancing over at you for a split second before returning his focus back on the road.
“Mhmm,” You nodded, shifting ever so slightly. His hand started to creep higher ever so slightly making you hyper aware of the burning feeling left in its wake. “Jungkook,” You whined quietly, trapping his hand as it reached the very top of your thigh, too dangerously close to you know where.
“Yes darling,” He hummed, oblivious to the distress he was causing you.
“Jungkook, please. Not now, I can’t handle it now.” You were begging him as his fingers pushed your thighs apart. He chuckled ever so slightly, removing his hand as he turned into the driveway of his house, pulling into the garage.
“Your so sweet when you beg baby,” He turned off the ignition, turning to you. He leaned in close, taking both hands and cupping your cheeks. “My sweet whiny baby, I missed you so much this week.”
“I missed you too Koo,” You smiled. “You and Sarang.”
His eyes flickered to his sleeping angel and they melted into hazel puddles of adoration. “I’ll wake her up and you get that film on yeah?”
You nodded, “I’ll get changed first.”
Getting back from changing you were met with a puffy-faced Sarang, sitting on Jungkook's lap with her back pressed against his chest. You sat down, cuddling into his side and nuzzled the top of Sarang’s head. “Sorry I took too long, my hair got caught in one of the buttons.”
“Ah, yeah we heard you yelp,” Jungkook hummed passing you the remote.
“And you didn’t think to check on me?” You gasped sitting up slightly. Jungkook smiled teasingly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his lips onto yours. You huffed turning away at the last second so his lips landed on your cheek instead, grabbing the remote to start Encanto.
That ‘start’ lasted all but 15 minutes before both you and Sarang dozed off again, worn out from the day’s events. Jungkook smiled softly, peering down at the two of you, with a soft smile. “I’m so lucky.”
He nudged you awake with kisses to your eyelids and pecks to your lips. You whined, of course, but let him stand up and guide you to Sarang’s nursery where you both lay her down, each kissing her forehead. You turned on her galaxy night light, before walking out with Jungkook and pulling the door slightly closed. Turning you saw him already staring at you with his palm outstretched. You took it, graciously, and let him sweep you up bridal style and carry you to his bedroom. “Jungkook!” You whisper shrieked, slapping his chest.
He lay you down on his bed, turning to take both his shirt and sweatpants off and climb under the covers with you.
“Movie didn’t last long at all huh?” You giggled, scooting closer and laying your head on his bare chest.
“We can try again tomorrow when my girl’s aren’t worn out. How was your leaving party?” He asked.
“It was sad,” You hummed. “I got lots of presents though! Jiung even bought me a couple new silk ribbons for my hair and Geum-hi got me some pretty earring and-”
“You like silk ribbons?” Jungkook cut you off, absentmindedly massaging your head to which you keened, pressing up against his hand.
“Yeah, they look pretty in my hair. I wore one–”
“The first time you came over yeah, I remember.” He smiled.
“You have a habit of cutting me off don’t you Jeon?”
“Mhm, I apologise darling.”
“You don’t seem sorry,” You noted, sitting up and observing his smug expression. He said nothing, simply cocking his eyebrow up and trailed his eyes down your body. You did the same, admiring his chiselled chest and the start of a sleeve on his right arm. It made you salivate thinking of that arm fully completed and touching you– wrapping itself around your waist, fingers in your hair as you knelt before him, wrapped snug around your throat or even making a mess of your pussy.
Slowly, you pushed the covers back, exposing his toned thighs and threw one leg over them so you were perched on top of his crotch. You leaned forward, imperceptibly close to his lips and smiled, “I guess I’ll just have to shut you up then.” before pressing your lips firmly against his. Jungkook moaned slightly, hips bucking up into you and catching you by surprise. The gasp that left you let him sneak in and play with your tongue. He battled with your own before moving back to take your bottom lip into your mouth and suck it lightly before leaving a teasing bite. His kisses travelled down your neck, pausing to nibble slightly in which you urged him to bite harder, craving the feel of his bruises as a reminder of now.
“Jungkook,” You breathed out, his hands creeping under your shirt to pull it over your head in one swift motion. You breasts bounced free, large hands reaching up to cup them and lips pressing sweet kisses to your puffy nipples.
“Pretty,” He hummed, looking back up at you with a smile. You rolled your eyes, pushing him back and shimmying down his body till you were face to face with his crotch. “What are you up to baby,” he cupped your chin, making your eyes meet as you toyed with the waistband of his boxers.
“Wanna suck your cock,” You murmured, high on lust and anticipation. “Want it in my mouth,” You pulled down his boxers, gasping in delight when it slapped up against his stomach. “Cum down my throat tonight? Please?” You pouted only staring at his pretty cock.
You heard no reply.
Your eyes flickered over to him, meeting his heavy gaze. He slowly shook his head, using his left hand to tangle into your hair and guide you to his dick. You opened your mouth obediently, kitten licking the tip and savouring the oddly sweet taste of his precum on your tongue. “You said you wanted it in your mouth baby, go ahead….choke on sir’s cock or I won’t fuck you tonight.”
Your eyes instantly brightened up, “You’re ready?” You beamed at him.
“Only if you’re a good girl and do as I say.” He tutted, taking his cock in his own hand and guiding your mouth onto it. It didn’t matter really, whether or not you were a ‘good girl’, you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist anyway. You sucked lightly, teeth grazing the tip of his bulbous head before fully wrapping your lips around him, bobbing your head up and down. You whined not being able to fit the full thing in your mouth and Jungkook chuckled, stroking your cheek as tears started to build up on your waterline. “You’ll learn, baby don’t worry.” He consoled you by bucking his hips up once so his cock kissed the back of your throat.
You moaned at the feeling, your hand moving up to grip his thigh while the other wrapped around the base of his cock and worked on what you couldn’t reach.
“Such a good girl for me,” Jungkook hissed. “Such a darling sucking my fat cock. You like it baby? Wanna choke on my cock?”
You nodded fiercely, lifting up to gasp “Yes sir, wanna choke on your pretty cock please, want you to cum down my throat sir,” You wasted no time, licking up the underside of his shaft before enveloping his cock with your lips once more. Jungkook moaned loudly, slapping a hand over his mouth as you gained momentum, his cock getting deeper with each thrust. You urged him to continue, whining and squirming as his hips worked his cock into your mouth time and time again. You could feel your pussy throbbing, rutting your needy hips against the frictionless air.
“Keep going baby,” Jungkook gasped out, feeling himself start to lose control. He threw himself back, one arm thrown over his face with his teeth digging into it to conceal his moans. Hips thrusted up, you balancing yourself on your knees to keep your pace, refusing to let up until he was finished.
“Perfect fucking little cumslut,” He groaned. “I’m gonna cum down your throat baby. I’ll make you gag with it all I promise just keep-fuck just like that.”
His pants grew quicker in pace, his hands flying down to tangle in your hair as his fat cock pounded into your mouth. You looked up at him with teary eyes, mentally cringing at the drool smeared across your cheeks and couldn’t help but moan at the image before you. This glorious man was fucking your mouth, abs taut, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed and the tips of his hair getting damp. The whines that left your mouth were uncontrollable, begging him to cum down your throat as one of your hands slid down to cup your pussy, trying to relieve tension.
“I-I’m coming oh my god,” Jungkook groaned, forcing your head down so his cum had nowhere to go but down your throat. He lifted off after a few seconds, using your hair to pull your head back. “Show me baby,” and you opened your mouth letting him see the cum pooling in your mouth.
“Taste good?” He asked and you nodded, swallowing it down before showing him your empty mouth once more.
“Thank you sir, thank you so much.” You smiled, moving closer to press your lips against his. Jungkook met you in the middle, gladly, pulling you up so you lay on the bed as he clambered over you, not once stopping his full kisses.
“So pretty with my cum in your mouth baby,” His hands wasted no time sliding under the waistband of your panties. His fingers met with your engorged clit, rubbing it in slow tantalising circles, eyes trained on your face as he watched your scrunched up eyes and lips part with small pants.
“You look so pretty too,” You whispered, afraid raising your voice any louder would make the never-ending need between you vanish. “So sexy when you grabbed my head and fucked my mouth sir,” Jungkook hummed, urging you to continue as he pulled off your ruined underwear. “I love it when I make you lose control, when I make you cum,” You were squirming around, feeling Jungkook pressing kisses all around your face and his fingertips dipping into your honey before bringing it back up to rub your clit.
“You drive me insane my darling,” Jungkook whispered in your ear and pressed a soft kiss against it. “I want you all the time, all I do is think about you, you, you. Did you know that? Do you know sir can’t stop thinking about how fucking sweet your cunt tastes or how tight it feels around me? I can’t concentrate on anything when I’m at work when all I want to do is pound your pussy till you’re crying,”
His words quickened your pants, your hips bucking up trying to get his slithe fingers to dip into your hole but Jungkook knew you too well and used his arm to press your hips down. He worked his kisses down, making sure to pay extra attention to your nipples before he ordered you to play with them while he ate you out.
“Hello my sweet girl,” Jungkook hummed, spreading your fat lips and pressing a kiss onto your throbbing clit. That kiss turned into forceful sucks, his lips closing in on your clit while his fingers found your hole once more and teasingly dipped in and out. You cried out a beg, pleading with him to fuck your with his hand making Jungkook let up with a smirk. “You want it that bad?” You nodded your head furiously, feeling like you might start sobbing if his fingers didn’t enter you soon.
“Please…please Jungkookie…I need you,” You pouted, making him lose his last straw.
His tongue met with your sweet hole, lapping at the slick you were producing before the very tip moved back to circle around your clit. Slowly three of his fingers entered your pussy and without warning he curved them up and started his relentless thrusting. You grabbed the pillow next to your head, mindful of the sleeping baby down the hall and moaned, cried, screamed into it as Jungkook's fingertips searched tirelessly for that spongy spot that he knew would make you squirt for him. “There, there, right there please baby,” Your hips ground down onto his face, on hand gripping the back of his head as your pussy covered every inch of him in your slick. His nose met with your clit a couple times, coupled with the numerous nudges of your g-spot did you let the pillow fall and interlock both your hands at the back of his head.
“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” You seethed, feeling your orgasm tetering on the very edge. You looked down not aware of what you were expecting but the sight made a whine leave your throat. Jungkook’s eyes were completely closed, utterly fixated on pleasing your cunt, his head bobbing up and down as he licked and sucked at your clit ( which with time you realised was his favourite thing ) but was threw you was the sight of his hips grinding down against the bed sheet and his cock peeking out its drooling tip every so slightly and Jungkook’s small whimpers every time his cock would spurt just a tiny amount of precum.
Your orgasm washed over you completely, managing to grab the pillow and scream into it just as gushes of cum erupted from you. Your bones felt like mush and your body resonated with pure love and desire as you let the pillow fall and your eyes locked onto your obsession. Jungkook sat back on his knees, admiring your creamy pussy with the lower half of his face, neck and chest soaking with your release. Your eyes however trailed down his chest to his love-red cock, so heavy it was hanging between his thighs and moaned at the sight.
He noticed, of course he did. So naturally he gripped the base of his cock, hissing as he slid his hand up and down making sure to twist at the head slightly, just as you taught him to do, while using his pre-cum as lubricant. You spread your legs further, whimpering pleas for him to just fuck you like a whore- his whore. “Such a greedy baby…” Jungkook chuckled low, crawling closer to you, eyes on your dripping cunt, watching the cream slide down and make more of a mess. “I’m gonna fuck you now darling, do you know what that means?”
You shook your head.
“I fuck you now I keep you forever,” His cock met with your pussy, sliding it up and down, mixing his precum with your honey. “Are you ready for that?”
“Only if I get to keep you,” You tilted your head to the side, turning your body around and sticking your ass up in the air.
“Fuck baby,” His hands gripped your ass cheeks pulling them apart. “I’m fucking yours.” He climbed over you, cock sliding between your asscheeks before taking a hold of it and pushing it into your hole. You weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting but the delicious burning stretch of his fat cock breaching your walls was a feeling you were going to commit to memory. The two of you moaned softly in tandem, Jungkook resting his forehead on your back as he slowly pushed in further, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning out loud.
“ ‘S so big,” You whined, clenching your pussy around him making Jungkook’s hips buck in. He yelped, sitting up to grab a hold of your hips and lightly swatted your asscheek.
“Don’t do that baby,” He hissed, “I don’t wanna cum just yet.”
Using your hips as an anchor, Jungkook slowly thrusted in and out, building up a rhythm and soon he was fucking into you with vigour. You arms were shaky as they tried to hold your body up but as his thrusts started to quicken you fell forward into the pillow, resting your head to the side as you whined, dirty little “uh-uh’s” leaving your lips making Jungkook’s cock twitch inside. “You’re a nasty little cockslut,” He hissed near your ear, “Is my cock making you stupid baby?”
“Y-yes sir,” You moaned breathily, “Wanna be dirty for you if that’s what you like,”
“I like you in every way,” His hands travelled to your breasts, gripping them and pulling your body up so your ass rested against his thighs, back to his chest, as he fucked up into you. “Like it when you're nasty, like it when you're bratty but I love it when you’re mine. My cockslut, my darling,” He punctuated his words with hard thrusts that nudged your g-spot making you slap a hand over your mouth to conceal your screams. His gruff voice panting in your ear made you dizzy with a forgien lust you couldn’t begin to explain.
“Play with your tits baby, I want you to play with your nipples like I play with your clit. Can you do that? Can you follow me?” You nodded, your trembling hands cupping your breasts and cool fingers grazing over your puffy nipples. Your eyes closed as you threw your head back onto his shoulder, obsessed with the feeling of his hands on your body, sliding down as they reached your cunt. His fingers started to rub in circles on your clit, so you did the same with your nipples, the coupled feeling pushing you to a more sinful route of pleasure. You voiced how you felt, begging Jungkook to keep making you feel like this and he obliged, promising you that he was a slave to your pleasure.
Your orgasm was creeping up on you, your cunt clenching around Jungkook’s pussy uncontrollably was a give away. Knowing this, Jungkook pulled out of you and laid you down on your back, hushing your pitiful whimpers by sliding in once more. He lifted both your thighs so they wrapped around his waist and thank god for the gracious curve of his cock that hit your g-spot repeatedly making you thrash around in pleasure. “Jungkook I can’t,” You cried, tears dropping down your cheeks. “Can’t take it,”
“Yes you can darling, you can. I told you I’m gonna fuck you till your crying and I intend to keep that promise.”
“You’re gonna fuck me forever right,” You’re hazy mind thirsted for reassurance. “Because Jungkookie, if you leave me now I’ll…n-never be happy again,” You gasped out. “I want you always, and,” He thrusts slowed down as his eyes never left yours, listening attentively. “...everything that comes with you.”
“I have to be the only woman in your life, do you understand? And I’ll… I’ll stay.” You watched as his own eyes welled up with tears, his throat clogged up with emotion he was bursting to say. So instead he resumed his motions, lying his body on top of yours and buried his face into your neck as his hips never strayed away from yours for more than a couple seconds.
“I’ll be better than Jihyo,” You sniffed, gripping onto him selfishly. “I’ll love you better, take care of you better…please you better.” Your hips fell into a rocking motion, back and forth you both went in tune with each other's bodies.
“You’re already better than Jihyo,” He whispered. “Y/n you’re it for me. Fuck Jihyo, I couldn’t care less about her when I have you. I have you and fuck,” He started to pound into you relentlessly, taking one of his hands and bringing it down to clit and rubbing it furiously. “...I’m going to make cum, make sure this cunt can only fit me, cry for me, squirt for me,” He was delirious with want, mumbling his desires while watching your face contort into one of extreme pleasure.
“I’m going to fucking cum Jungkook,” You whined, already feeling squirts of cum escape your pussy. “Please make me cum, please, please make it yours.”
“That’s right baby, milk my cock come on, you can do it.”
‘Y-you gonna cum inside?”
“Gonna make a fucking mess of your insides and clean you up.” You clenched around him and that was it. Jungkook shoved his face into the pillow next to you, guttural groans leaving him as he slammed his hips into yours. You smiled feeling the warmth of his cum filling you up and brought a hand to your stomach, rolling your eyes back as you felt the tip of his dick pressing against your palm.
“Dick’s so fucking big,” You slurred making Jungkook chuckle. His body convulsed for another few moments before he was sliding out of you, the both of you hissing at the feeling, and quickly made his way down and started to lick your cum all up.
You whined as you sat up to watch him, your spent cunt sensitive to his ministrations but Jungkook refused to stop until you came for him one last time. As you pushed out small globs of cum Jungkook immediately licked it up, making you moan at his lewd behaviour. “You’re gonna watch me make you cum okay baby? Don’t care how nasty it is. Pretty girls deserve to cum.”. He took four fingers, pushing them into your cunt and out again making sure you watched as strings of your cum mixed together followed his fingers. He did this again and again, you pushing out more and more of his cum and him licking it all up.
“Prettier than Jihyo?” You whispered moments after.
“Prettier face and prettier cunt than Jihyo baby,” He brought his head down to start lapping at your hole, while his fingers swiped over your clit repeatedly. It wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm creeping up on you and you only managed to gasp out a warning before you started to squirt, your trembling thighs closing in around his hand. Your body convulsed, Jungkook soothingly rubbing the side of your thighs, his lips never once leaving your pussy and covering it in kisses.
Once you finally relaxed, your head lulled to the side, exhaustion taking over your body. Jungkook left for a few moments, your ears faintly picking up on running water before he came back and spread your legs open. You whined in protest but soon felt a cool rag wiping you down. Once finished Jungkook picked you up, walking to the bathroom and stepping into the bathtub with you on his lap. You hummed in delight, turning over so you were chest-to-chest and placed your head in the crook of his neck. “We didn’t have our talk.” You mumbled to him, eyes on the brink of closing.
“It can wait, sleep for now. I know I tired you out.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
The next morning you were met with clean sheets and small hands squeezing your cheeks together. You opened your eyes to see Sarang and Jungkook staring back at you. You felt content with the three of you. Baby babbling “Good morning” while Jungkook asked what you wanted to eat.
This was perfect, you thought to yourself, hugging the small girl to your chest. Mismatched, unexpected but perfect.
hi hi!! thank you so much for reading if you got to the end of this fic <3 this has been my baby since december and it’s now april and it’s finally here !!
if you would like any more from this trio please do let me know!! i have two other smaller ( i hope ) fics that i have planned to write
i would love any feedback or comments, this is my first fic in a long time and i know i could do so much better so any feedback is appreciated
send me an ask if you miss this couple because they miss you too!!
lastly thank you to miss hannah [ @jiminrings ] the only person i’ve told about this fic on tumblr and irl for your patience and support!! mwah i love youuu
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