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guys my age | jeon jungkook

summary: a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.

➣ pairings: dilf jk x female college student!y/n [she/her]

➣ genre/au: dilf au, best friends father, summer house, smut, age gap [38 & 21] pent up sexual frustration

warnings: 9.5K words. smüt. 6 9 position [ oral f & m receiving] use of protection. roūgh missionary. they go like three rounds. reader gets on top. dirty talk, use of ‘little girl, slüt, etc but lightly] y/n is a man eater lowkey. jk wants to resist but he can’t lol. y/n is rich and spoiled, Y2K style. big bOobs lol. y/n is besties with jk’s daughter. stays at summer home. y/n is a cöçk tease. always teasing him. lawyer jk, with tattoos and piercing. y/n has bellybutton piercing

song inspo: cola — lana del rey [i got a taste for men who are older] affection — abra [did you close your eyes and think about me like I think about you?] guys my age — hey violet

Illicit Desires | DILF!Jungkook collab

The blaring sun burned against your skin, your patience running thin the longer you waited outside. A key was being jammed into the doorknob with no luck to actually get it to function. You were tired, hot, and hungry—never a good mix when it came to your mood. Your feet hurt from the kitten heels you wore and the black handle of your suitcase was getting hot with the summer heat.

“Hurry up,” you whined, a manicured hand with long pink nails waving in an attempt to fan yourself. Only seconds later the click of the lock was heard and the door was opening. You and the person in front of you groaned in relief and you were trudging inside the large house you’d be spending your summer at.

“My dad’s not home so we’ve got the place to ourselves for a couple hours, what should we do?” Your friend, Jieun, asked once the two of you made it to the stairs to take your things to her room. You gave a shrug in response, “I don’t know, I’m hot, I can’t think.”

“Oh, so you think you’re hot?” She joked with you knowing that was not at all what you meant but you winked at her anyway. Your gum smacked with each chew as you looked around her bedroom that looked fit for a teen which made sense since she’s been rooming with you in the dorms for the last two years.

“I thought you didn’t like your daddy,” you were teasing but also serious when you sat on her bed, skirt shifting to show more thigh. Jieun just sighed, opening her drawers to pull out a bikini, “It’s complicated. The divorce with my mom was ugly and it was only three years ago. I was a teen so I held a lot of resentment toward him and her.”

“Wasn’t she the one who cheated?” You asked curiously as she passed you your smaller bag for you to fish out a bikini. Jieun nodded, “Yeah, I know but my dad was always busy. Always gone for work and I don’t know, 17 year old me wished he was around more so she wouldn’t feel so lonely.”

You let the subject go in order to change out of your clothes that had been way too hot for the heat and into something way too small. A hot pink bikini with small triangles covering your breasts and a small pair of bottoms with silver links to hold it together. Jieun directed you outside and she went to get drinks and snacks for you two before joining you. You managed to pull a heart shaped floaty toward you and laid inside of it with your legs hanging out the side and a cherry coke in your hand.

“Is your dad hot?” You asked looking over your sunglasses as they hung low on your nose bridge. Jieun rolled her eyes as you passed her the donut floaty.

“Don’t ask me,” Jieun said as she finally made it on, “And leave my dad alone, the old men you like are sad.”

“Whatever, I was just asking,” you laughed, “And I’ll have you know I prefer them younger.”

She just rolled her eyes moving next to you and the two of you floated in the pool for a good while before dropping yourselves into the cold water. You played only one round of mermaids until you swear you died and came back to life.

At the sliding door stood a man, a very attractive older man dressed in a forest green matching shirt and shorts that could pass as pajamas. His shirt was slightly transparent but unfortunately you couldn’t see much. He slid the glass door open coming out with a pair of black sunglasses that he pushed up to his hair. Jieun turned to look at what you’d been staring at and she waved a hand, “Hey.”

The man’s eyes swept back to you, “Hey.” Jieun swam to the edge of the pool pulling herself up with absolutely no grace and pointed to you, “This is my roommate Y/n, she’s staying with us this summer.”

“Oh really?” He asked looking to her, “I don’t remember you telling me about this.”

She just shrugged, taking her towel and stretching one out for you to grab. You dragged yourself to the edge of the pool before placing your hands on the edge and pulling yourself up in one go. You didn’t notice the way Jieun’s dad watched the water cascade down your breasts to your stomach and thighs until you dragged yourself up. You took the towel from Jieun and dried yourself off looking back to him, “Hello Mr. Jeon, I’m Y/n, Jieun’s roommate for the past two years.”

You placed your hand in his as greeting and he gave it a firm shake, “Call me Jungkook, has Jieun gotten you set up in the guest room?”

The three of you went upstairs and for some reason you felt the need to walk with a sway in your steps knowing Jieun’s dad was behind you. You also knew you shouldn’t be doing that in just a towel and very skimpy bikini but you didn’t care. You knew in the back of your mind Jieun was one of your best friends and thinking her dad is hot should be weird. You also knew you were going to do what you want anyway and if that was planning a little game for the summer you were going to do it.

In truth, you were a very spoiled person. You came from money and your dad never thought twice about doing what you wanted so obviously you would be spoiled. You didn’t care about the consequences, you just did what you wanted because it was fun. It wasn’t going to be anything serious anyway and it’s only your first day staying here and you had to entertain yourself some way if Jieun wasn’t around.

“Thank you for letting me stay Mr. Jeon, I wouldn’t have had anywhere to go for the summer,” you said once it was just you and him after getting changed. He was bringing in blankets and pillows for you. He stopped to look at you, eyes threatening to trail down your body again but he forced himself to only look at your face, “It’s no problem, did your parents not let you stay with them?”

“They’re away for the summer,” you told him leaning against the back wall as he put the bed sheets on the bed you’d be sleeping on, “They didn’t want me in that big house all by myself for three months.”

“Maybe they don’t trust you,” he said with a small smile trying to make himself feel comfortable around his daughter’s friends. It is very hard to not think about the girl in his house that was so physically attractive it had him anxious. It just wasn’t a good idea to think about a girl his daughter’s age. You had no idea he had these thoughts, all you knew was that you were in the mood to talk, “They don’t, I’m not always the best behaved.”

“In my house, I hope you’ll behave,” he let the words slip before he could stop himself. They sounded more flirty than he meant them to when in reality he just hoped for no trouble with you. You weren’t making this easy when you tilted your head to the side and batted your lashes, “Keep a close eye on me and maybe I will.”

Jungkook seemed to freeze for a moment, his hand fixing the fitted sheet and using his sudden tension to stuff the fabric into the frame. It was silent and when Jieun came up looking at you, “I ordered pizza.”

“Yum,” you smiled cheerfully, “Are you joining us, Mr. Jeon?”

You stood at the doorway facing the stairs but turning your head back to look at him. He was already walking behind you and when you got to the stairs, his hand touched your back lightly. He stared forward, looking distant as he said, “I have to keep an eye on you, don’t I?” With that he looked to you quickly before looking ahead.

The first few days you barely had a chance to see him, you mostly hung out with Jieun and went out with friends. He was up early and got home late so you didn’t see him often. Tonight though, you’ve gotten lucky. Jieun has a date tonight with her boyfriend and she’d be staying the night at his house. Now you would be home alone until Jungkook came home and sometimes it’s not till late evening.

So you spent pretty much all day, after noon, by yourself trying to quench your boredom doing anything you could. Now you’re outside again tanning by the pool, or attempting to. The sun was already setting so there wasn’t much left and yet you remained outside.

“Jungkook, man, are you even listening right now?” A voice boomed through the speaker of his cellphone. He could barely make out the person’s voice as he held his phone away in a trance. His attention was elsewhere, somewhere he shouldn’t be focusing on, but he was.

It was hard not to stare at the view just on the other side of the sliding door. This time you were in yellow. A bright pastel that had a silver heart ring holding your top together at your breasts. From here he could see the belly button ring you had and you just looked… like sin. He was too lost to notice the way you pushed your glasses down to stare back at him. It wasn’t until you gave a little wave that he snapped out of it.

“Yes, I’m listening,” he muttered back to Taehyung as he went back to the kitchen to at least pretend like he wasn’t watching you. It was wrong, you were his daughter’s age but you just looked so damn good. And you know you’re attractive, you know that just one look and someone would squirm and currently that’s him. He has no business being 38 watching a girl who is barely 21 and thinking about the way your bottoms hugged your ass that he catches himself looking at from time to time.

His hand ruffled his hair in an attempt to shake the thought of you away, “But I should go, I’ve gotta start dinner.”

“Oh, but I wanted to know how it’s been having Jieun back? Does she come home for dinner everyday?” Jimin asked, still trying to keep a conversation going but then you came in. The tiniest denim shorts on with the button and fly open showing off your stomach and a small triangle of the yellow bottoms. You seemed to forget a shirt, sauntering into the kitchen in just the tiny bikini top and shorts, a pretty smile on your face, “You’re home, I was feeling lonely.”

His phone nearly slipped out of his hand.

Snap out of it, Jungkook, he’s reacting nervously around you and he shouldn’t.

“I’m about to start dinner,” was all he said to you before continuing his conversation with Jimin, “It’s been good but she’s not home today. She’s spending her night with Yoongi.”

You sat at the island leaning against the marble counter, pressing your chest into it and his eyes flickered to the way they seemed to bulge even more than usual. Oh God.

He could see small, hard buds through the fabric, “Jimin I’ve gotta go, I’m going to start cooking.” He needs a cold shower, like now.

“Or we can order,” You said once he was off the phone, “I’m sure you’ve had a long, hard… what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Day?” the word came out in a stutter that had his neck heating up in embarrassment. Why was he getting flustered? He’s had very little interaction with a woman consistently, aside from the women at work and they were nothing like you. They wore gray pencil skirts and white button ups—not yellow bikinis where he could see your hardened nipples poking out. This doesn’t mean he hasn’t had opportunities to date in the last three years but with his divorce and busy with work all the time he didn’t go out. He was a boring man in his eyes.

You flashed him an innocent smile that he’s not sure he believed, “Then I’ll treat you to dinner tonight, a thank you for letting me stay. Should I call and order?” Unsure of what would come out if he opened his mouth, he just gave a subtle nod.

“I’m going to shower while we wait,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. You told him okay, ordered, and then showered yourself.

For dinner you had Italian and you were fully dressed now—still not enough for his prying eyes—but enough for him to focus on his food. He hates to admit that he’s way too curious tonight to ask questions, “What are your thoughts on Yoongi? Does he treat Jieun right?”

“Mhm,” you nodded with a light bite on your lip, “The sweetest, perfect for her.”

“For her? Wouldn’t everyone want a sweet guy?” He’s not sure why he asked or why he was curious to see what you’d say. All he knew was that his plate of food was no longer being eaten, and instead played with by scraping his fork against it. He avoided your eyes and you loved every second of it. He was just so cute getting nervous by a younger woman like you. It’s just too tempting to wanna make him squirm. A big, bad man like him falling underway by your teasing.

“I like them a little meaner, a little more authoritative,” you said looking up at him, “Like the ones who can put me in my place when I’m being difficult.”

“Hm,” he hummed in thought looking into your eyes, “Difficult?”

“Yes, I have a tendency to want what I want and find a way to get it,” you told him, voice more assertive, “And if I don’t get it, I become a huge brat.”

“So someone who can handle you?”

“Yes, but I’m a lot to handle, Jungkook,” you said his name laced with lust and if he said it didn’t go straight to his flaccid member, he’d be lying. He took a big drink from his glass of wine, “I’m sure someone is up for the task.”

“I hope so, I can get very impatient,” you raise your glass to your lips to drink, your eyes locked with his. With that you stood up with your plate, “Are you done?”

He gave a silent nod, not trusting himself to bite back a comment about how he has no patience for teasing. He’s not even sure those would be the exact words he’d say, or if he’d say how capable he is of putting someone in their place. You took his plate and washed them before excusing yourself to your bedroom to answer some call. He caught a small glimpse of the name already calling you and it was a man.

It’s been two weeks. Two hard weeks of forcing himself to not think about his daughter’s friend, but it’s been so damn difficult that you’re clouding his vision. All the looks you sent his way whenever you were with Jieun or the little comments you’d make that had his head spinning in guilt and lust. It’s been too long since he’s slept with a woman and anytime he sees you, he’s reminded of it. Like right now.

He was supposed to be working on a case with his partner, Namjoon, but he was distracted. They worked at the kitchen table but then you came in with a short, fitted black dress that barely covered your butt. Even Namjoon seemed to turn and stare when you opened the fridge and bent down at the waist to look inside. Jungkook’s head rested on his palm as he watched, half hoping your dress would rise just a little more but it didn’t, sadly. He was supposed to be doing all the paperwork that laid across the dinner table, not stare at you rummaging through the fridge.

You pulled out a bottle of pineapple juice, sipping from a straw as Jieun came down just a little more dressed down as she asked, “Is he almost here?”

Jungkook snapped his attention back to you in confusion. Is who almost here? “Are the two of you going out with Yoongi?”

“I am, Y/n’s meeting up with a guy, so lucky you dad, you might get the house to yourself,” Jieun said putting a hand on his shoulder waving a greeting to Namjoon, her father’s friend.

“Don’t miss us too much,” you teased, making him look back at you. “How well do you know this guy?”

“Just enough, we had a couple classes together,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders still sipping on the pineapple juice. He’s sure the taste of the fruit would remain in your body for hours.

Jieun laughed, “Y/n doesn’t need to know him well for her plans tonight.”

You sent her a wink that Jungkook caught and he’d be lying if he said a small part of him didn’t feel… jealous? Upset? Annoyed? All of the above? He doesn’t want both of you gone, he’s gotten used to a full house and he doesn’t want to feel lonely again. Jieun he can understand, she’s seeing her boyfriend but you… you’re not in a relationship. You don’t have any obligation to another man so why can’t you stay home. Despite all the women who notice him, he seems to have a love/hate relationship with the attention you gave him. Part of him wanted nothing to do with you in that sense, but the other was enough to boost his ego. Despite his age he was clearly attractive enough to gain the attention of a 21 year old used to college guys. So, no, he doesn’t want you to go out with one of those guys and remember that Jungkook was a boring lawyer and father of your friend.

“Well he’s outside,” you said looking at your phone, “I guess I’ll head out now.” Jieun joined you when Yoongi sent her the same text and you two were leaving.

“How are you living with that unaffected?” Namjoon finally said once the two of you were out the door. Jungkook shook his head, “I’m not.”

Long after Namjoon left, Jungkook found himself still awake working in his office. It had to be around midnight and he didn’t feel tired, he felt anxious. It stresses him out because why on earth does he feel anxious? He should feel relieved to have time to himself but he doesn’t. He’s currently staring at the clock every five damn minutes. Jieun won’t be coming home, he knows that, but now it looks like you aren’t either.

He shouldn’t care about his daughter’s friend but something about you just draws him in. You were like a succubus in his eyes, a beautiful girl who can draw anyone in and even he fell victim to it. It’s so wrong, you’re too young, you’re his daughter’s friend. But you’re so damn enticing, like every little thing about you. From the way you chew your gum while looking at him to the sway in your hips when you walk. The way you batted your pretty long lashes when you’d ask how his night went. You make little comments that he swears were suggestive that he knew he shouldn’t like, but he does. It makes him blush, honestly.

He knows he’s an attractive man. He’s fit, he’s got the looks, money, age. He has tattoos and piercings and he’s clean. He knows that women at the store try to flirt with him in line. The ones at work always have some favor to ask or some help they need. When he’s at the gym he feels eyes on him but none of it matters. Jungkook has thought about going on dates when he’s been asked and lately he’s been thinking about trying again but he just doesn’t know if he should.

At his age, is it even worth it anymore? His wife of eighteen years cheated on him just three years ago. He doesn’t think about her outside of when it has to do with Jieun but still. That’s the last woman he’s been with, it’s not like he’s your age.

You’re young and a very attractive person. You’ve got the smile, the confidence, the looks, the humor. Honestly, he could go on. He’s thought about it before, you have a way of drawing someone in and clearly it was true. If you’re on a date then obviously you know how to get someone interested, especially if Jieun always jokes about how you string these boys along. Actually, he’s not even sure if what you’re doing now is part of the date.

It’s too late for dinner. That could only mean one thing, you were probably at the guy’s place or maybe a hotel room. If that was the case then clearly you could only be doing one thing. That thought alone was enough to make him stiffen in his chair. He shouldn’t be thinking about all the things you were doing in your little black dress, or even with it off.

Jungkook knows what your body looks like under that dress. He knows that you have a little tattoo on your hip that was only noticeable when you wear one of your tiny bikinis. And god, he shouldn’t, but he feels so damn envious of whoever gets to see what lies under those poor excuses for bikinis. He can only imagine what man you’re with, what hands are touching down your naked body.

The look in your eyes when a certain spot was touched, maybe your back would arch and your hips would buck. Maybe you were sensitive, so damn sensitive that when Jungkook first gets his hands on you, you’ll be dripping in your panties—if you wore any.

Wait.

Fuck.

When did this become an imagination of him being the one touching your body? His jeans seemed to tighten, his member growing more erect with each passing image of you under him. Falling apart with his teasing this time, batting your eyelashes at him like an innocent, sweet girl, when you were anything but. The things he could do to you, teach your body so many different sensations that only he could bring you—

“Mr. Jeon.”

His entire body froze, even the small pulse of his hard length at the sound of your voice. Jungkook snapped his eyes to the door of his office, now more open than before with you standing there looking like a walking sin.

You just called him Mr. Jeon and it seemed to send him back to reality about the fact you were much younger than him. Not only that but a friend of his daughter’s.

“Y/n,” he cleared his throat, shifting in his chair awkwardly, “When did you get home?” Could he call it that? Call it your home when you both know it really isn’t. You giggle softly, pushing off the wall sauntering over to his desk with a little sway.

“Just now, I didn’t want to wake you,” you moved around his desk making him more anxious by the second. He was suddenly too aware of the bulge between his legs due to his perverse thoughts. His hand was suddenly on his lap trying to hide himself when you leaned against the desk, right next to him. Your hands on the wooden table supporting your weight, “But you weren’t even sleeping. Why are you up this late?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” Jungkook looked into your eyes when you frowned. Your face looked flush, eyes a little red and nose puffy. You had a lazy smile, “And here I thought you were waiting up for me.”

“I didn’t even know if you’d be back,” he looked away when you pushed off the desk, shifting his eyes back to his abandoned files. He kept his gaze stuck on it as you walked behind him with a hand on his shoulder, before there were two. His breath hitched as your hands touched his shoulders. You leaned against his back just briefly and he could smell the alcohol on you. It made him tense and he could feel his back muscles twitch. Your palms flattened against his shoulders before sliding them down toward his collarbone as you said, “I bet that worried you. Not knowing what I might be doing, who I might be with.”

He didn’t say anything, eyes failing to stay open when the fabric of his button up shifted against his skin with each drag of your hands across his shoulders, “What are you doing?”

You just smiled looking down at him. You couldn’t see his face but you could see the angle of his head hanging low. You could see the clenched fist around a fountain pen and an arm conveniently placed on his lap. “You just seem so stressed lately. I want to help you relax.”

“Oh,” his voice strained when you nearly closed your hands around his neck, the unbuttoned top of his shirt nearly exposing more of his chest than he wanted it to. “Y/n.”

He needs it to stop.

This needs to stop.

Now. He could feel it, he was very close to snapping. This isn’t right, not at all. But it’s not entirely wrong and it’s all just confusing him and his dick. He had to think of something else but he didn’t want to tell you to stop touching him even if he knows he should.

“How was your date?” He asked, probably one of the worst things to ask but he did so anyway. You didn’t stop your movements, unaware of the way his lips parted when your nails scraped along his chest. God, it felt so damn good to be touched. It was all he could think about and he didn’t want it to be.

“It wasn’t a date,” you told him, continuing your massage, “We went for drinks and, no, nevermind, I won’t say.” You ended with a deep sigh that had him whipping around to stare at you.

“And?” He asked, finally exposing himself to you with disheveled hair, lust blown eyes, and a wrinkled button up. “What else did you do?”

As he asked and his eyes fell upon your neck, something was building up within him. The sight of the small red mark on your neck, “Well?” His voice was deeper, more stern and definitely not happy. He was jealous and you knew it.

“So you were worried,” you giggled, “Were you thinking about it all night? What I might be doing?”

He didn’t confirm nor deny it but he did look away as if he’d been caught. He couldn’t face you but that didn’t stop you from pushing. This was like the red button.

You know you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing.

“Well…” you took a long sigh, a soft moan in thought, “After the drinks we went back to his place and well, you know how that goes.”

“Hm,” was all he said and you stopped running your hands along his shoulders. For some reason he was disappointed that you did. You just smiled, “That’s all I can say unfortunately, I missed you too much to stay the night so I got an Uber and came home.”

“Y/n,” his voice was firm but the hair on his arms rose at the raspy tone of your sleepy voice, “What are you doing?”

“Having a conversation with you,” you told him simply as you moved back against his desk, his knee so close to your leg as his chair spun out just a little. His eyes narrowed, “You know what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t think I do,” even as you said that you bit your lip, “Why don’t you tell me?”

He ran his fingers through his hair, clearly stressed. He can’t just tell you. What if he’s just imagining your touches? Your innuendos? He’s much older than you and for him to be bringing this up was embarrassing enough. So instead of doing it, he just gave up.

“You should go to bed.”

“Are you going to take me?”

It went quiet and you swear his gaze darkened in an instance. You weren’t sure if he was deciphering every meaning behind your response or if he was debating actually doing it. You wanted him to. Just look at him. Whenever you even think about him, every concern for Jieun as a friend completely slips away. He’s just too damn stunning, too damn perfect. The fact that he was older just made it ten times better.

You looked at the clock behind him before saying, “I guess I’ll go, but I’ll miss talking to you.”

“Y/n,” he grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking away. You looked back at him as he stared down at where your hand was in his. No.

No. Jungkook, don’t even if you really want to at least get a kiss. No.

“Yes?”

He cleared his throat preparing himself to talk, “Goodnight.”

You smiled, “Goodnight.”

You left without another word and the second the door shut behind you a breath of relief was pushed out from his stomach to his mouth. “Fuck,” he groaned looking down at his aching member.

He doesn’t think he can resist you the next time.

It happened again a couple nights later. This time around, Jungkook felt even more delusional over it. You were only looking at him but you weren’t being at all appropriate. Especially not now having dinner with Jieun and Yoongi. It was a table of four so he was close to you and God, this was getting harder by the minute—or no, he was.

Your foot was pulling at his pant leg and he had to pretend like it wasn’t affecting him. He listened to you talk to Jieun instead.

“So how was the other night with Jimin?” Yoongi asked you at the dinner table. Jungkook pretended like he wasn’t interested, too focused on his dinner plate. From the corner of his eye is where he watched you. You gave a small shrug, still running your foot past his knee until your leg was on his thigh. He places a hand over your ankle, a small squeeze to try and get you to stop instead of just pushing it away.

His hand was rough with age and work and your foot was smooth. It was big, with long fingers, even his pinky and you wondered what else he could do with them. Jungkook hand began hesitantly caressing your leg as you spoke, “Good, but I’m not going out with him tonight.”

“Someone else?” Yoongi asked as he served you all more food from the middle of the table. You smiled, “Maybe.”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed and he shook your leg off of him. He doesn’t know what you’re trying to do with him but he’s a grown man. If you want to do things with him he’s not going to wait around for you to finish up with another guy. Especially with a guy much younger than him who he knows won’t be able to please you like he could. Just from the way you’ve been acting he knows not everyone can handle you. You’re a cocktease and maybe he’s delusional but he knows you want him. So why are you going on a date with another man?

No.

Why does he care?

Why is he thinking about a girl young enough to be his own daughter? Why is he imagining what you’d look like sitting pretty on his dick. Why doesn’t he care that Jieun is sitting on the other side of him and all he wants is to slide his fingers up your leg and under your skirt. He could if he pulled your chair closer. He really could. He feels guilty but not enough to ignore this anymore, they’re only thoughts anyway. He wouldn’t actually do it… no, never.

“Do you want us to drop you off when we leave?” Jieun asked once dinner had been over. You shook your head, “No, I won’t be with him till later. What time are you getting home?”

“I’m not,” Jieun said, patting Yoongi’s stomach, “Staying at his place.”

“Alright, I’ll probably start getting ready.”

Jungkook went to his office when everyone left. He would do more work tonight, now he’s got all the time in the world apparently.

Once again he was going to be alone in the house.

Once again you were going out with another man.

Once again he finds himself thinking about it and feeling irritated.

Jungkook doesn’t know you have something up your sleeve. He doesn’t know that the whole time you were talking with Jieun all you could think about was how to get her father to fuck you how you’ve been craving all summer.

He couldn’t even concentrate on his case files, he could only think about what you were doing. He hasn’t heard the front door or the sound of your heels clacking on the stairs. You must be in your bedroom trying one one of those tiny little dresses you like to wear.

How was he to know what you were currently doing? Was it through the text he just received with your name displayed. He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and clicked on your message. It was a photo.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, hand running over his face and into his hair as he looked at it. There’s no mistaking what he’s looking at.

You were sitting on his bed wearing the skimpiest slip of black lingerie he’s ever seen. It was a dress, but it wasn’t even enough to cover the black lace panty you wore. His eyes followed the length of your legs, pressed together so elegantly as you posed in front of his large mirror, perched on the edge of his bed. One of your hands was on your lap, keeping the short dress from showing any sliver of underwear. It was your form of teasing, acting like it was innocent and playing it so poorly, but that’s what you were playing at. You knew what you were doing.

Jungkook knew you were bad news the second he saw you in the pool with his daughter. Even before he saw your body, your eyes were seductive. Your tone was always flirty, and he responded to it. God, since the beginning he would react, always giving a little answer to your flirting, always looking when you wanted him to. Even now, his fingers hovered over the keyboard finding it hard to just tell you to stop. He read over the text attached to the photo.

you: should I wear this out tn?

His breath hitched roughly, tension running through his muscles processing your text. You were apparently showing him something you planned on wearing tonight? Asking for his opinion? Sitting on his bed? There’s no way, absolutely no way you’re doing this to him right now. He dropped his phone on the desk and leaned back against his spinning chair. His hands covered his face, easing some tension away in thought. You’re driving him absolutely crazy. How does he even respond to that? He doesn’t.

You might have really done it this time, you’re not even sure what transpired you to act out this way aside from a selfish need to get what you want. This had started as just a way to not get bored during your summer stay and that was all it was supposed to be. It’s not your fault that Jieun’s dad is the most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on. And if things went the way you wanted them too, he would be in the same room as you very soon.

If they didn’t, then it was safe to say you would never show your face around here ever again.

There was a bigger sense of confidence that came with preparing this whole ordeal, but the wait itself broke it down. You were so close to getting up and running out the door when it opened. In walked Jungkook, looking as disheveled as possible but he tried to hold himself together. You looked up at him from your seated position as he took in the sight of you.

“Y/n,” his eyes trailed upwards from your exposed legs to your pretty face. A small choked out groan escaped his lips as he shifted his gaze to the ceiling, “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready?” You asked standing up to look at yourself in the mirror, “How do I look?”

“Y/n,” his voice was stern, turning to face you, “Don’t play with me.” You didn’t bother taking your eyes off your own reflection, capturing his glare through the mirror. “I’m not, Jungkook, I’m just asking a question.”

“Jungkook?” He asked as you finally turned to him, taking a small step closer. He’s so used to hearing you refer to him as Mr. Jeon teasingly that he forgets what it’s like for you to actually say his name. You nodded, standing in front of him, “Or Mr. Jeon?”

He looked down at you now that you were mere inches away from him and he could see the twinkle of mischief in your eyes. You don’t care who he is, you don’t care if he’s older either. He wanted to tell you this was inappropriate and to leave but he would never kick you out. He wouldn’t tell you he didn’t like it either, “Are you wearing this for a boy?”

A boy. Someone younger than him, probably one of those he’s heard you like and it’s not him. He’s a man, he can really show you what it’s like to feel pleasure. You looked down at your slip dress that had him looking down at your exposed cleavage. Without thinking you pressed a finger into his abdomen lightly, “I’d prefer it if it were for a man.”

Jungkook’s gaze didn’t falter away from yours, the sexual tension at a high as he leaned into the touch of your hand as it lowered. You were so close to him, chest nearly against chest and you were wearing so little. He licked at his dry lips, “Why’s that?”

“Guys my age don’t know how to fuck me, Mr. Jeon.”

In an instance, any thought of putting a stop to this vanished. Every reminder that you weren’t just an attractive younger woman expressing interest in him, vanished. All it took was the soft whisper of your response into his ear for his body to turn to mush. Jungkook barely shifted his head to the side when your lips met his, hungry and fast. His hand pressed into the back of your head, tangling in your hair, to keep you from moving back but you wouldn’t dare. The only moment your lips separated was during the first press of your tongues, meeting in the middle with the slide of spit.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough, the last time he had even kissed a woman, touched one in this manner, it had been a while. A long while that created such intense build-up when you came along making him break. The hand that hadn’t been laced in your hair was touching your waist gently but firm. It was soft but you could tell you wouldn’t be moving away anytime soon. It didn’t stop your fingers from trailing even lower than his abdomen, to the belt on his jeans. With one hand you began to tug on the belt loop, turning your neck as he began to leave wet, needy kisses down your jaw, your back arching from the way he had to bend over you to kiss your neck.

He released a low, breathless grunt at the rough pull of his zipper, hips moving with the force. The arm he had on your waist pressed you to his side when your hand dipped into the waistband of his briefs. His other hand left the back of your head, sliding down toward your neck, releasing a short moan, “Y/n.”

It has been too long. Too damn long since the last time a woman touched him. No, it’s been long since he let a woman touch him. Jungkook always had many opportunities to see someone but he never did it. He never seeked anyone out for sex, he just let himself take care of his own needs and feel unsatisfied. Now he’s letting someone young enough to be his daughter put their hand on his dick.

And it felt so fucking good. Jungkook stopped his attack on your neck to take a proper inhale, trying to keep himself under control as you palmed his naked member. Your fingers wrapped around his thick length giving him a soft stroke. You kissed down the expanse of his neck feeling the vibrations of his low groan. Your palm hugged the head of his cock, twisting your wrist and smearing it in his own precum. Your fingers brushed along the underside of his tip and he couldn’t wait. He wanted more.

With the hand that he had on your neck, he held you away from him. Your eyes met, both looking blown out and yet you still managed to look so seductive. His eyes shifted back down to your parted lips releasing small pants of breath. He licked his dry lips and with a raspy voice, he said, “Get on the bed.”

You looked down at his cock that still felt heavy in your grip. With your eyes locked with his, you moved to the bed sitting on the back of your legs, arms on your lap looking oh-so-obedient. His breath hitched at the sight and he was quickly undressing himself the rest of the way standing naked before you as you sat looking pretty in your little black dress. He got on his knees letting them sink to the mattress as you got up too.

A shiver ran down your spine at the feel of Jungkook’s rough fingers running across your shoulders to lower the thin straps of the dress. They trailed down your back softly, catching the ribbon that tied it together against your spine, and undid it The thin, silky fabric dropped down on the bed revealing more of yourself to him. Jungkook looked down at your chest, he was used to the size of them. All summer long you were showing off your pretty tits in tight tops and slutty bikinis, and yet the full view was so much more. Your nipples were pointed out, sensitive from being exposed and his rough, large hands cupped them. You released a quiet whine as his fingers pinched your nipples. Jungkook’s jaw was open, speechless at how soft you felt in his hands, “You’re such a pretty girl.”

You nodded, biting into your lip when he lowered his head to place a kiss on the plumpness of your breast. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders not wanting to stop when his tongue swiped at your nipple, licking it before sucking it into his mouth. Jungkook traveled his hands down to your thong, groping your ass before getting a hold on the material. With little effort on his end, he tore one side at your hips and did the same to the other until it was coming apart from your legs. Your underwear was left ruined as he held you by the waist, guiding you on top of him as he moved to lie back. You didn’t say anything, only soft moans leaving your lips at the way he moved your body around to his liking. You were both fully naked now and he guided you to turn away from him, gripping your thighs as he backed you up to his head and you got the hint.

Jungkook was being impatient, he needed to feel everything. He couldn’t wait to taste your pussy or to feel the tightness of your throat constrict around his large cock. He wanted to do it all now, not later. Later he can explore slowly, learn every way you want to be touched. Because if you think he’s going to be done with you after one round, you’re wrong. He moved his elbows under your knees making sure your thighs hugged the sides of his head and his body shivered. Just above his face was the prettiest little cunt he’s ever seen. Slick coated the outside and pooled at the center. Your clit was in view and the way you arched your back made your pussy pop out more. He swallowed dryly.

How did he manage to get this sight in front of him? He was a fool to think he could withstand your games, clearly not. But he can’t just let you toy with him, he’ll show you how to make a woman cum.

As soon as his wet tongue met your oversensitive clit, you had to cling to his thighs, nails digging into the muscle at his boldness. Your mouth parted in silent moans as his hands pinched your hips, pressing you down further against his mouth, getting the first taste of pussy he’s had in years—even before his divorce. You better believe that he was not doing this to his ex wife the months leading up to separating. Even if he was, nothing would have compared to how eager and wet you were.

“Da—Ju-Jungkook… ” You whimpered as you brought his cock toward your mouth, tongue swiping along his side in hopes of bringing pleasure to him fast. Your tongue began from the base of his cock where his neatly trimmed hair ended, licking all the way to his tip. From there you wrapped your lips around his head letting your tongue swipe along the slit that released clear dribbles of precum. As best as you could, you tried to relax your throat, guiding him down as far as you could.

The feeling of a warm and tight mouth around his dick had him moaning. His eyes rolled in pleasure as his thighs tensed, “Oh fuck, Y/n,” he groaned against your cunt, your wetness running down his chin. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Lewd sounds came from your mouth with each thrust of his cock down your throat, tongue licking as much of his length as you could. Jungkook was getting messier with the need to bring you to an orgasm with his tongue. Slick sounds formed every time he lapped his tongue between your pussy lips, nipping at your clit with each swipe. His fingers were digging small crescents into the roundness of your ass as he made you ride his face harder.

“Oh my god,” you cried out like a whiny brat as your hips twitched in pace with the cool in your lower belly. Jungkook placed a hand behind your head not to apply pleasure but to keep you in place. “Oh my god,” you repeated and you were so damn loud, so shameless with your moans and he’s only used his mouth so far. He’s so thankful you never tried this when Jieun was home. He wouldn’t be able to keep you quiet if his dick was in your tight snatch.

Jungkook was relentless, licking at your cunt even as you released your juices all over his tongue. He ate you out through your orgasm, letting it dribble down his chin that he pressed against your clit, shaking. He was close, so fucking close but if he cums it’s going to be in your pussy. He needs it now.

You nearly fell to your side as he moved you off his lap and you collapsed onto the bed, hand feeling around against the comforter to find your little item. He was too busy fixing himself between your legs to notice you touch a small black package. You picked up the condom moving it in front of him and he took it without a word. Jungkook felt like his hands were shaking as he put it on. The anticipation of being inside you was building up and making him jittery. You were going to be so sensitive with the way he ate your pussy and he was so hard it will be very hard to be gentle. His hips dipped down as his hand lined his cock between your folds. Wetness stuck to the condom, and he began a slow grind making sure to touch your clit as he did so. His hands pressed against the bed near your ribs and looked at the sight. You brought a hand down between your legs, spreading your slick around his cock hoping to get him to just fuck you already. You didn’t want him to tease you or stretch you or gently talk you through it. You want him to stuff you full of his cock and tell you much of a bad girl you are.

You don’t know how to explain but he was such a man. Not a boy, not a college guy or late-twenties coworker. He was a man who worked out every day, trimmed his body hair, cooked meals and did yard work all while looking so unbelievably hot. He would take care of you, he has been taking care of you and you wanted him inside of you now.

With your hand already against his cock you took a hold of him as you lined him up with your entrance hearing a soft grunt leave his lips. Jungkook was going to stop you and do it himself but he found it so much hotter to feel you guide his cock into your pussy. The softest pussy he’s ever felt, hugging his dick with warmth and wetness. Sucking him in as far as you could take him and dragging along his length as he pulled back in a nervous twitch. He won’t last, he won’t last at all

“Come on Mr. Jeon, show me how a real man fu—ohh,” he sank back in, the same vacuum sealed feeling hugging his cock and he found it hard to pull back out. Jungkook was quiet, too focused in the need to just fuck that he’s not paying attention. He’s doing what feels good until you tell him to stop. His hands snuck between the mattress and your ass, finding purchase as he lied down against your body. His knees dug into the bed and the muscles in his thighs flexed with the first real hit of his hips against yours, cock digging in just a little further. Your arms and legs wrapped around him like a baby when his hands held your butt so tightly that your hips lifted off the bed. He fucked you onto his cock, back flexing with each thrust that made his spine protrude in his arched form in an animalistic way.

Jungkook was so turned on, so close to the edge that he wanted to scream. He could hold off so much longer but not right now. Not while your moans tickled his ears and your skin was hot under his mouth with each kiss he placed on your neck. You moaned loudly, “I’m so close, oh… daddy, ohh.”

“Shh,” Jungkook mumbled against your throat, “Just cum baby, be a good girl and cum for me. I want to feel your slutty pussy cum around my clock.” He was so close, he just needed the final push and he wouldn’t be so desperate to get off.

Like before, the only warning you gave to your release was the tremble in your thighs. Jungkook released a low growl that made your throat bob as you practically hugged each other with the way he still held your ass to his cock, both coming undone at once.

Jungkook was heaving for air, legs shaking as he set you back down the inch he lifted you up. Your walls still clenched and unclenched around him and he had to turn you both on your side to be more comfortable as he began to pull out.

He rolled onto his back, hand on chest as he looked up at the sky, “Fuck.”

You smiled moving to sit lips placing a kiss to the line between his feelings the way he gasped for air. You wondered if you’d have to wait for a second round another day. “You’re still hard.”

It was true, despite the puddle of thick semen on his lower stomach, he was still hard, and your hand running up his thighs wasn’t helping. Jungkook looked down at you, “Condom?”

“I’m out but I’m on the pill.”

Jungkook wanted to be more rational but he could. He still needed to feel you on his cock. “Come sit on my dick, pretty baby.”

With a flirty smile you did as told, quickly swinging your legs around his hips as you held his cock up, Jungkook had to bite his lip hard to hold back the moan he was going to let out. This time around, Jungkook didn’t hesitate to place his hands on your hips and push you down his length.

“Y/n,” he moaned as you began to ride him, grinding against his base every time you sank down on his dick. You’d raise your hips and drop them back down against his with a smack. “Fuck, tightest fucking pussy. Fuck, look at you.”

You were such a sight with your pretty face displaying pleasure, your first bouncing with how hard you rode him, belly button ring glistening every time light reflected off the jewels. Jungkook’s hand ran over it before coming up to your breasts. “All summer, teasing me with this body, leaving me to jerk off in the shower to the image of it.”

Your pussy twitched at his words, “I touch myself to the thought of you, Mr. Jeon, I’ve been dreaming of this cock in my pussy.”

Your words traveled straight to his dick, pulsing at the idea of you with your fingers in your cunt fucking yourself to him. You were riding him with such eagerness that the bed shook with each bounce of your hips and his hand couldn’t help but spank your ass urging you on. Once again he felt himself close and he wanted to warn you. He was waiting to know for sure if he was going to when everything seemed to stop except the bounce of your hips splitting your cunt open with his cock. His eyes shot to the bedside table where your phone sat facing up, Jieun’s picture on screen.

His heart stopped, trying to get you to slow down but it was too late. He was reminded of your age and relationship with his daughter. You reached for it before he could stop you and pressed it against your ear fighting his hand that reached for it, “Hello?”

“Hey ugly, is my dad home? He’s not answering his phone.” Jieun asked through the phone. You looked down at Jungkook who shook his head with pleading eyes for you to stay still but not stop. He still needed to cum.

“He probably left in his room,” you said the last words with a grind of your hips that had him biting into his knuckles to fight back a moan. You sat straighter, enjoying the stretch of his cock, “Is there something you want me to tell him before I leave?”

His eyes shifted to you now. What do you mean leaving? You sent him a smile, shaking your head to assure him you didn’t mean it and that you wanted to have fun with him all night. Jieun signed, “Just tell him that I left the keys to Benz on the mantle.”

“Mmm, okay,” you said softly as Jungkook began to respond with his hips bucking to meet yours. He couldn’t hold on anymore. “I’ve gotta go Jieun, I’m about to leave, I’ll tell him.”

You hung up with that and he took your phone dropping it on the mess of pillows on the floor before sitting up to hug your body fo his, “Such a dirty fucking girl.”

“She left the keys to the car on the mantle,” you moaned out as his face dug into your perky breasts, nuzzling into them. He growled in frustration, grinding your hips on his length, “I already know, fuck she interrupted us for that?”

“While I’ve got her best friend riding my cock like the little slut she is?” He licked your nipple and his words had you moaning, shaking in his hold. He really didn’t seem to care anymore.

He was fucking you from below, sitting you on his lap and making you bounce on his cock, “You like fucking your friend’s dad? You like older man dick?

“Yes, fuck Jungkook, only yours,” You moaned making his chest blossom with pride at your words. With your affirmation, he moved onto his knees, hands under your ass as he fucked you onto his cock.

“Gonna cum for me? Is my baby gonna cum on my cock?” He asked with a coo but with a deep tremor in his voice, “Yeah baby? Such an eager brat, look at you.”

“Mhm,” you nodded and he went faster.

When you came undone, Jungkook took you off his cock. He couldn’t be gentle with it as he came all over himself. A hand was on his dick as he eased himself through his second orgasm of the night looking over to you. You were tired after your own third orgasm and toppled onto his bed. Jungkook knew he should feel some form of guilt but he doesn’t. Instead, he runs his hand over your back to your ass as you laid on your stomach. Your perky little ass taunting him so much that he leaned down and place a kiss on it, biting lightly into the plump flesh making you shake your hips from sensitivity. He gave it a final smack.

Maybe when the sex-fueled fog leaves his mind he’ll realize the damage he’s done.

He fucked a woman much younger than him, fucked you real good.

He had let himself be seduced by a total nymph.

His daughter’s friend.

Yet all he could say as he lied down on his back to catch his own breath before a possible third round was…

“You’re such a good girl when you’re taking dick.”

He had about a month before you and Jieun left back to school and he was going to make it worth your while. You’ll never want younger men again. You’ll want his cocking fucking into you every time he visits Jieun. He’ll sneak into your dorm when she’s at work and fuck you with all the pent up desire he’ll have from not having your body in months.

And you’ll take every inch he gives you like a good girl.

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Oh oh OH! Dilf jk you know I’m gonna go sweet fluff all the way 🥺 what about anything newborn baby jungwoo (like,,, either nEW new baby or just him smiling/cooing really cutesy) and his parents? You’re going to do wonderfully at your talk!!

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Dilf jk meeting jungwoo for the first time!

ahhhh okay this is angstier than i anticipated but hopefully you both still like it!! it’s just...how it would play out according to the timeline i have for the fic 😅 thank you so much for the requests!! 🥰

pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jk word count. 1.2k genre. angst and fluff warnings. mention of childbirth, oc has some rage directed towards jk’s genitals, kissing, it’s a little angsty n extra™, but i think that’s it?  notes. featuring the too close couple. beta read by the sweet and wonderful vi @coepiteamare but mistakes are my own because i messed with this after she read and fixed it,, and now it’s questionable. but i hope it’s still ok and cute and enjoyable! tags. @augustbutwinter i am so sorry that you will be notified every time i post some clown-work on this site, but you asked for it 😅 thank you for being the lone brave soul 😂❤️

It’s the second time Jungkook is holding his son, but the feeling is just as foreign as it was an hour ago.

He would have expected the moment to be a lot more frantic—considering the bustle of nurses that had been filing in and out of the room for the past couple hours, paired with your very vocal assertions that you were never going to have sex with him again (and lot of other colorful language).

But those last few minutes unfolded within a blink of an eye. One second you were cutting off blood flow to his fingers, and the next, Dr. Choi was handing you a tiny, loosely-wrapped bundle.

And suddenly, the room was still.

Still, except for that muffled cry—tender and delicate, music to Jungkook’s ears—and soft sobs coming from you as you cradled your son.

His son.

Yours and his.

For a split second, one forever seared into his memory, he could see in something beyond technicolor, beyond all the bounds of what his five senses could afford him. The little tuft of black hair in front of him, the impossibly small feet that were resting atop your arm—there was so much more that suddenly came into view.

Was it possible, to see the red string of fate tautening between your pinky and his? To see a new thread being strung between his heart and his son’s, promising a lifetime of unconditional, selfless love?

After that, all he can recall is kissing you, in such a haze that your lips felt celestial against his—soft and tenuous, unhooking the last tether that had grounded his two feet to the floor. His son was in his arms for just a few moments, before a nurse with kind eyes and a sympathetic smile whisked him away for his first bath.

Jungkook kissed you again, told you he loved you a couple dozen times, before darting after the nurse as his instincts told him to.

It was a blur from that moment onward.

But now, much to his relief, you’ve gotten a couple of hours of sleep in, that nightmare of a first feed is over, and it’s just you and him in the room.

You, him, and Jungwoo.

He’s a calm baby, the nurses told Jungkook. Calm but energetic—curious, with big round eyes that roam the room, though he can’t yet focus them.

“He won’t break if you move him,” you whisper, resting your chin on Jungkook’s shoulder.

There isn’t much extra space on the hospital bed, but with you snuggled up right at his side, it’s easy to make do. In any case, the brown eyes staring up at the two of you have your minds occupied.

“I, uh—it’s fine like this.”

It’s a pathetically unconvincing fib, and the way you smile into skin tells him you’re well aware of how ridiculously uncomfortable he is.

Jungkook’s muscles instinctively tense when you reach into his lap, gently adjusting Jungwoo where he’s snuggled between blankets. (As of nine months ago, that’s Jungkook’s instinctive response to everything—panic and worry.)

You reach to lift the infant up with a delicate grasp, readjusting his small body in Jungkook’s cradling arms only slightly. But Jungkook feels the difference immediately—the strain on his forearm is instantly alleviated, his gentle embrace more secure than it was before.

“Is that better?”

Jungkook nods, giving you a small smile of gratitude. “How are you already so good at this?”

Giggling softly, you nuzzle up against Jungkook’s neck, loosely wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Well, I pushed him out from between my legs,” you point out, and though your voice is fatigued, there’s still a lighthearted lilt to it. “Everything else seems easy by comparison.”

Jungkook leans into your touch automatically, resting his cheek against your head. “You were amazing, by the way.”

You scoff. “I was cursing the entire time. I’m pretty sure I graphically described mutilating your balls at one point.”

Jungkook snorts at the memory. “I know you love my balls. I’m not too worried.”

He turns to press a light kiss to your hair, unbothered by the distinctly clinical smell that wafts from it. Without an ounce of dishonesty in his heart, “You were perfect,” he breathes softly. “You are perfect.”

You meet his gaze with a tender smile, revealing fatigued crinkles beneath your eyes (and Jungkook is certain you’ve never looked prettier). Your foreheads meet with habitual ease, noses brushing just slightly, delicately, but that’s enough to bridge the distance between the two of you.

Silence communicates everything that needs to be said—apologies accepted wordlessly, forgiveness exchanged with a lingering touch.

Once the moment ebbs away, leaving those past wounds sewn up, “After all, you made him,” Jungkook adds with a tilt of his head, the words accompanied by a soft smile.

The two of you look back down in tandem, a swell of euphoric warmth filling your chests.

“He is perfect, isn’t he?”

Jungkook nods, swallowing back the beginnings of a lump in his throat.

Because it isn’t lost on him, the fact that he’s a dad now. That this small, innocent being—who’s been alive for less than a day and already carries Jungkook’s heart in his tiny hands—is his.

His to love, to protect.

It’s the three of you against the world, and as Jungkook sits with you curled at his side, Jungwoo drifting to sleep in his arms, his heart threatens to burst at the seams.

Because he’s unequivocally happy, so much so that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s a stranger in his own skin, in how it all seems within reach now, right at his fingertips and ready to be seized with a tight grasp.

But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s scared.

Scared because he barely knows anything about fatherhood (and what little he does, he desperately wishes he could forget).

Scared to make a mistake, because he knows what that’ll mean for Jungwoo, for you.

His hands weren’t made for loving. They’re callous and scarred, with faded strokes of ink that remind him of everything ugly in the world, of pain and anger. He’s scared to touch his son’s face, to taint his soft skin, to move a millimeter in the wrong direction.

But despite everything, despite the doubts that threaten to mar the moment, the enduring fact eclipses it all.

“I love him so much,” Jungkook mumbles, blinking back the moisture in his eyes. “I love you both so much.”

With a gentle squeeze of his waist, you brush your lips against his shoulder, pressing softly into the exposed skin at the hem of his sleeve.

“We love you too, baby.”

There’s a beat of silence.

And he hates that you’re the one who says it, not the other way around, but—

“Everything’s going to be okay,” you assure him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “We’ll figure it out.”

He can hear a little quiver in your voice, accompanied by a drop of moisture streaking against his arm. And though your words are rife with melancholy, grieving what you’ve lost on the path to this moment—there’s conviction behind the sentiment that he’s never heard from you before.

“We can do it, Kook. I promise.”

There’s enough love in the room to last a lifetime and beyond, to reach every corner of the universe, with miles to spare. He knows that for certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

And maybe that’s enough, Jungkook decides. For now, he’ll choose to believe that it is.

This drabble was soooooo cute.

more dilf!jk (except this time he’s shirtless)

pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jk word count. 1.2k genre. fluff warnings. oc thirsting over jk, talk about finances, jungwoo is an innocent cock-block as infants are, disrespect towards a major film franchise notes. featuring the too close couple. here is a small christmas gift to any of you who enjoy dilf!jk 😊 a big thank you to @yslkook​ for giving me the idea!!

“What do you think I should get mommy for our anniversary?” Jungkook grunts between reps, hovering above Jungwoo’s tiny form. “It’s been two years since our first date—can you believe that?”

Jungwoo kicks his feet up in response, taking a gummy mouthful of his hand as he stares up at his dad innocently. He’d been confused at first, pouting unhappily everytime Jungkook pushed himself off the ground and out of his chubby arms’ reach. But once he realized Jungkook wasn’t actually going anywhere, he’d settled onto the playmat, making a game out of the cadence.

Every time Jungkook dips his head down, usually lingering for a few seconds to give his son a little kiss to the tummy, Jungwoo makes an attempt to grab his hair or earrings—anything he can.

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a home found in you.

jungkook leaves the city to raise his daughter in the countryside

single dad!jk / female reader word count: 4,498

You met Jungkook years ago when he first moved in. The same village you lived in was the same one you’d grown up in, it was small and quiet (for the most part), which was both a blessing and a curse because such a close-knit network of people meant that not only did everyone know each other and knew who was going out with whom, but rumours also spread like wildfire.

In the local pub there’d been talks detailing the sightings of a handsome hotshot city boy looking for a country home, but you’d been sceptical from the word go. Because, honestly, why would some hotshot city boy leave his hotshot city job to move to the countryside? You loved your home to bits and wouldn’t want to live anywhere else in the world, but other than the amiable people in it, the rest wasn’t even worth comparing. So why would he leave the city where the opportunities were as limitless and as infinite as the sky, to a rural village with the country bumpkins where there was only one pub, a post office and five main shops including one on the verge of closing down, and where the chances of an angry goose being on the road was more likely than a passing car? The possibility was totally ludicrous!

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Woof, this really hurt.

the art of doubting | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, a lil bit of fluff, angst

>>word count: 17k -.-

>>warnings: dom jk, sub oc, age gap, dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, sexual tension, gross domestic flirting 🙄, push up kisses, orgasms, oc getting overwhelmed bc jock is too gewd <3, oral (m), rimming !!, mirror sex, one (1) spank, jreampie <3, tummy bulging (kinda? he presses on her tum to feel it?), praise, dirty talk, encouragement, showering together, kisses 😚, ex wife has arrived, mentions of divorce, a lil bit of sad talk about nari :(, nari is two now!!, misunderstandings, arguments, jk lowkey got some issues he needs to work thru lol, he thinks in extremes, oc is in love </3, a very drastic 180 occurs

>>notes: ex wife arrives and literally makes everything explode lmao

this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found on my masterlist

>>summary: seeds of doubt are planted and unfortunately they grow faster than love. things with jk fall apart.

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how old is dilf jk and oc ?

29 (almost 30) and 22 (still have to decide oc's star sign 😐)!!

One of my favorite on going series 😍

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interlude: Blue

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s : smut, f : fluff, a : angst, c : comedy, y : yandere, sm : social media

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Superdad (f, s) | dad!jk

Baby daddy (f) | dad!jk

Jeon empire (s, f, a) one, two | single dilf!jk

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Only for love (f, a, sm) | single dad!jk

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the art of waiting | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, pwp, a lil bit of fluff

>>word count: 3.9k

>>warnings: just fun n casual times 😁, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, sexual tension, gross domestic flirting 🙄, orgasms, nari is there but shh she is dreaming, overstimulation, dirty talk, jreampies are back babyyy, oral (f), panty stuffing, biting lol, kisses 😚, butterfly baby clip, unprotected sex <3, they missed each other 🤧, fingering, blushing

>>notes: those pajamas really got me bro 😔 also this is just a drabble and can be read as a stand alone <3 if u are concerned about order tho, this comes after the art of craving!!

this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found on my masterlist

>>summary: jks back from his business trip, and he’s wearing new pjs… you must get his face between your legs

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a series of drabbles surrounding dilf! jungkook

# grocery store

# stairs sex

# smile

# recital

# jealous

# spoiled

# parent-teacher conference

# conception

# vacation

# blow dryer

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his everything | jjk (m)

➵ summary; jungkook tells you about the most important person in his life.

pairing; dad!jungkook x f. reader

word count; 2,898

rating; 18+

content; date night, jk tells oc about his son, fluff, very light angst

warnings; mentions of pregnancy, making out, grinding, indicative

a/n; FINALLY jungkook tells oc about jihoon <3 i hope you enjoy this! thank u sm for reading the dilf installments 🥺 did not proof read so ignore my typos thx lol

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dilf jk: series masterlist

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf jk x grocery store clerk oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, fluff

>>status: on going

** snacks are drabbles that can be read as stand alones. they are not relevant to the plot. they are not written chronologically, but i order them as such as i go **

most recent work will be labeled: !! NEW !!

you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you

‎❥⁞ part one: the art of wanting - 10.3k words, (m)

‎you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you.

❥⁞ snack: the art of caring  - 4.7k words, (m)

‎jk picks you up after a fight with your roommates… he and nari are better company anyway!!

‎❥⁞ snack: gardening/pool day drabble - 1.2k words, (pg)

nari plays in the dirt while jk gardens and you make a bet

‎❥⁞ part two: the art of playing - 6.3k words, (m)

costumes are a must for jk’s work party… they come with the cutest heart-shaped cuffs… now what could they be used for?

❥⁞ part three: the art of craving - 6.9k words, (m)

‎jk takes you to a bbq at his friend’s house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.

❥⁞ snack: the art of waiting - 3.9k words, (m)‎ ‎ 

jk comes back from his business trip and he’s wearing new pjs… you must get his face between your legs.‎

❥⁞ part four: the art of doubting - 17k words, (m)‎ ‎ ‎

seeds of doubt are planted and unfortunately they grow faster than love. things with jk fall apart. 

❥⁞ part five: the art of yearning: pt 1 - 15.7k words, (m) 

jungkook wants you as much as he misses you. 

❥⁞ part six: the art of trying - 29.3k words, (m)  !! NEW !!

you’re trying to forget about jungkook, but he’s trying to make sure you remember why you shouldn’t. 

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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[하루 하루, haru haru] is the Korean word for ‘day by day’ summary; a series of drabbles about two best friends raising a child together pairing; dilf!jungkook x best friend!reader (f) genre/warnings; angst, longing, pining, mc is a homebody, unrequited love (or is it?), potential idiots 2 lovers, best friends 2 lovers, but there’s a poopy ex-girlfriend, potential toxic relationship, alcohol use, explicit language, eventual fluff, eventual smut [taglist is OPEN]

part 1; year one

01. the m-word jungkook’s baby calls you the m-word just as he and his ex-girlfriend return from a night out 

02. dr. feel good  you and the doctor in-house have a conversation about life 

03. my bestie jungkook feels guilty for holding you back 

04. awkward ohs you don’t understand why jungkook is suddenly so pissy

05. one year, my love  celebrating the first of many of haru’s birthday with jungkook (and sena)

06. champagne lane you and jungkook have your own little celebration by the lake

part 2; year 3 

07. common law marriage you and jungkook finally do the thing you’ve been talking about since haru’s first birthday

08. so this is love you and jungkook get the full disney experience, cliche love story included

09. back to reality  all you and haru want to do is go back home and take a nice long rest

10. silent night while you wait, unexpected closure finds their way to you

11. day by day jungkook makes a decision for his family

final; and many more — aka, your family wraps up a decade of love