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๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฎ sub!jungkook x dom!reader
๐๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๏ผ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ
๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฎ older!jungkook x Innocent!reader
๐๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ท๐ณ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ
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๐๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ fwb!jungkook x fwb!reader
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ๏ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด๏ผ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๏ผ ๐๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๏ผ
๐๐ข๐ณ๐ต 2๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ
๐๐จ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐๐๐ฎ fwb!jungkook x fwb!reader
๐๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐น ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๏ผ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ
๐ ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ (๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ)๐ฎ stalker!Jungkook x โgoodgirlโ!reader
Jungkook just wants to take some pictures. Then ask you to be his girlfriend.
More to comeโฆ
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๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ค๐ค๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ช๐จ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ, ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐จ๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐จ?
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๐๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ, ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐?!????, ๐๐ก๐ค๐ฉ ๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐จ, ๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฉ (๐๐๐ช๐จ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐๐ก๐ก 171 ๐ค๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช) ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐๐ง๐๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฎ, ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข ๐ฅ๐๐, ๐จ๐ฆ๐ช๐ง๐๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐๐๐ฉ๐จ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ ๐ฅ๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ฉ, ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐๐ค๐๐๐ฎ, ๐ข๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ง๐ฎ, ๐๐ฃ๐๐ก ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฎ, ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐, ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ , ๐๐ ๐๐จ ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ค๐ก๐...๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ยฏ\_(ใ)_/ยฏ
๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐ฉ; 5.6๐
(๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ฎ)
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Seated on the edge of your bed, you are gazing at your reflection in the mirror located across the room. You are naked, your body is aching, your arms are looking for warmth, and your thoughts are having a field day in your mind.
You have dried-up cum on the side of your face from an hour ago. You stare at yourself, questioning what is going on. Why did you land yourself here? As you continue to gaze at your reflection, a mix of confusion and regret washes over you. Thoughts race through your mind, trying to piece together the events that led to this moment. You wonder if there was a deeper reason behind your choices or if it was simply a series of impulsive actions.
On the other hand, Jungkook is in the shower, and you sit there crying. Silently, because you don't let him hear or see. You can't let him see you like this. You feel a sense of vulnerability, realizing that you've been hiding your emotions from Jungkook. The weight of your tears becomes heavier as you question whether you should open up to him and share the turmoil within your heart.
But then it will lead to a hell of a lot of questions that you won't answer truthfully.
"Why are you crying?"
You will probably lie. You don't want to burden him with your problems or make him worry. The fear of judgment and rejection keeps you from being honest about your feelings, even though, deep down, you long for his understanding and support.
"Nothing, just an aftershock, I guess."
He'll laugh and get back to what he always does. You'll continue to hide your emotions, putting on a brave face and pretending that everything is okay. He takes his shower, puts on his clothes, and walks out without even a side-eye.
The cycle of bottling up your feelings and avoiding vulnerability will persist, leaving you feeling isolated and misunderstood.
But that's what you two createdโa no I talk, and you listen to relationships. It's cold and distant; the only heat you two create is in bed. Or whatever ratchet hookup you are in at the moment.
Like a married couple on the brink of divorce, they are only together for their kids.
But you and Jungkook aren't married. Probably won't get married. Most definitely, at this point, you will not become his girlfriend either. It's been two years since this started.
You, Jungkook, aren't even friends. Your guys are just benefits. It was rather simple, really. How this all started
2 years agoโฆ
You sit at the bar and have your second drink, which you've never had in your life. You unwillingly took a shot at your birthday party that was two days ago.
You still have the yellow Martini flicking at the bottom of the glass. You don't drink it; you just look at it. Playing with a toothpick and mixing a drink around as if it were going to change color
"Drink it; it's not going to change colors." You turn to your left and see a man sitting two seats down from you. Smiling, you answer, "I know, it just looks weird." He turns to you, and dark, rich brown eyes stare into yours.
"What does it look like?" He asks, and you're too quick to answer.
"A shot of piss." He laughs from his seat. You push the drink away, and 27 dollars go down the drain.
"Well, let me buy you a real drink, not a shot of piss," he says again. You look at him, admiring his presence.
A tall, full sleeve of tattoos. Two lips ring. You're just begging to see how they feel about you. On your lips, your thighs, and your core
You smile after scanning every part of him with pleasure. "Sure, you probably know more about drinks than me." He smiles. You stand up, pulling your skirt down, and his gaze falls to your legs.
You sit in the chair next to him, and he leans his head on his knuckles as his eyes travel up your body.
"What are you staring at so hard? You never talked to a girl before." He smiles again, and this time you see the tiny amount of his teeth he flashes straight and white.
"I've talked to girls, but not a woman." Your face heats up.
"Women?" You play with his words, and he leans in closer.
"Girls are lovely, but women are amazing." You sit in the chair. You later lay your feet on the footrest of his chair, tapping against it.
"Do you see me as a woman?" He lifts his hand, calling the bartender.
"We'll see after this drink; I'll make up my mind after," he says, ordering you two Amarettos. You don't know what the fuck that is, but it was pretty.
The bartender puts the orange drink in front of you guys. The orange tones get lighter as they meet the top. You take the toothpick with the three grapes, bite one, and dip the toothpick into the drink.
"To women," the man picks on his glass for a cheer.
"To women," you say before him. He drinks about half of the drink, not breaking eye contact as you do it as well.
Present timeโฆ
You smile at the flashback, remembering how much you wanted him at that moment. Now you just want to end this. Or move forward. But you are stuck in the middle.
You think about how you read him like a book, and he wanted to see if you knew what he was thinking about at that moment.
But it was far too easy since Jungkook was undressing you with his eyes.
2 years agoโฆ
"What am I thinking about right now?"
"I think you want to kiss me," you answer, and he smiles brightly.
"Yeah, I'm dying to...do you want me to kiss you?"
"What you do think": You play with fire, and you want it to burn you so badly.
He leans in closer and says, "By the way you're clenching your legs together and this tiny fucking skirt, I think you want what I want." His lips are closer than ever, your mutual breaths hitting the surface of each other's lips.
"What if I told you you were correct?" He places his warm hand on your shoulder.
"Then I think we shouldn't waste any time; the world is here for a reason." You smile as his lips touch yours with the softest peck.
You stand up and grab your sweater and your bag, holding his hand.
He moves swiftly, cashing out a $100 bill and placing it on the bar table.
You walk out of the bar, leading to the parking lot.
Present timeโฆ
Jungkook walks out of your bathroom. He still sees that you are naked. Sitting there, staring in the mirror.
Jungkook isn't dying to stay; he knows you want to hold him. And talk about the most random shit. But he can't; he doesn't want to hurt you.
It's been two years; why would he start hanging around after sex now? It will look like he's in love.
Unfortunately, he isn't
That's his truth; he's infatuated with you. Jungkook thinks about your guy's relationship a lot.
You guys aren't friends.
You guys are not dating.
You practically only get each other off.
And he doesn't like to hold any conversations; he barely knows your full name.
He is sleeping with a stranger, and he's been sleeping with a stranger for the last two years.
When he thinks about it, he feels shitty at the fact that he can't even hold a simple conversation with you, and it's not like you've tried either. You guys only hold a conversation in the middle of sex.
But after that, there's nothing besides the hi's at either door.
Jungkook was a fuckboy.
He would sleep with multiple women at the same timeโtwo or threeโnever over, but when he slept with you, he found himself only sleeping with you. It wasn't like him; he found it weird and scary.
He would try to engage in conversation with other women, but it never turned him on because he would only think about you and your face and how much he loved having you under him, breathing and panting on him.
He loves feeling the hot breath of you begging for him to cum on his shoulders or his chest on the side of his face when he has your knees pressing against your shoulders, looking for air to breathe.
Or he loved it when he had you with your face buried in the pillows and your muffled moans coming out from under the blocks of sheets under your face.
Or how you want to drag your nails down his bag and leave four or five scratches on him that he will realize when his friends point them out in the gym.
When he started realizing all the shit he loved about being with you, he started to distance himself. He tried to detox away from you, but when he saw you tonight at that party with those pants that molded to your lower body like a second skin, he couldn't hold himself. He texted you, and now he ended up here, watching you, staring at yourself in the mirror with dry cum on the side of your face, naked, lost in your mind, and standing on the other side of the room. Also lost in his mind.
This is the first time you and Jungkook have slept together in the last three weeks. What happened in those three weeks, you might ask? Jungkook was having a shitfest when it came to hooking up with other girls.
Either he couldn't get it up or he would have a conversation with a girl and immediately get turned off, and he would open his phone, looking at your name as the first message on his message board, and his fingers would itch so bad to send a simple text for you to come over or for him to come to you? But he pushed for three weeks, and today it broke.
Jungkook finally gets all of his clothes on, and he walks past you, walking out of your door without a word, just like all the other times, even though he always comes intending to stay but loses it after he cums it out of his system. As he steps outside, a wave of regret washes over him, knowing that he's once again let his fear and insecurities get the best of him. He wonders if this cycle will ever end and if he'll ever find the courage to truly open up and let you in.
2 weeks later
You sit in the library, digging your nails into your books for your exam this Friday. Jungkook texted you about four times today, but you haven't responded. You don't need any distractions this week. You respond to him after your exam is over, but when you see Jungkook walking into the library, heading straight forward, you panic.
"Hey, I've been texting you," he says, putting his hand on your shoulder.
"Yeah, I know," you say dryly.
"I want you," he smirks, and you roll your eyes.
Him and his dumb fucking smirk.
"Jungkook..." you cut off as he brushed his hand across your face. "You don't want me anymore?"
"I can't" You stand and look at him, but then you shut yourself down.
You pick up your things, telling him you are going home.
"I'll give you a ride," he says, holding your shoulders and walking you to his car.
He sits in the car and drives off. It's a long driveโabout 20 to 30 minutes. You guys sitting in an empty parking garage.
"This isn't my house." Jungkook sits, gripping his steering wheel, and you play with the tips of your fingers.
You don't look at him; he just looks at you and sits there, picking off your nail polish. You can feel his stare or burn it to the side of your face.
"Tell me something," he starts, and you already want the conversation to be over.
"Do you want this?"
"Do I want what?" You know exactly what he's talking about. Do you still want this bullshit-ass relationship? A huge part of you says no, but then the other part of you says yes.
You're so conflicted because you both are at fault. You both never resolved this dilemma. You guys never strived to make this relationship better than it was, and now it's going downhill from what this conversation looks like.
"I don't know JungKook."
You sit there in silence. The silence is so deafening, and you can hear the cars under you driving past you and the monochromatic noise of everything else around you. The weight of the unspoken words hangs heavily in the air, intensifying the tension between you. It's as if the silence is a reflection of the deep-seated issues that have been left unaddressed for far too long.
"Can you say something?" You say, but Jungkook just breathes.
"You said you couldn't do this anymore, so I guess it's over." That's all he says. You nod, looking out the window, and your heart hurts a little bit. The familiar scenery outside seems to blur as tears well up in your eyes. It's a painful realization that this chapter of your life has come to an end, leaving you with a bittersweet mix of emotions.
"Well, then, I guess this is goodbye," you say. You try to get out of the car. You suffocate, and you need to breathe so that you don't feel like your heart is going to explode any second now. As you struggle to open the car door, your mind races with memories of happier times shared together. The weight of the goodbye hangs heavy in the air, and you can't help but wonder if there's a chance for reconciliation in the future.
"Don't do that," he says, grabbing your hand. He touches your face, swiping hair out of the way.
He brings you in, and the next thing you know, you kiss him, and your hands are in his hair. Your body is grinding into his dick. In that moment, the intensity of your emotions takes over, momentarily erasing the pain and uncertainty. The connection between you feels electric, as if time stands still, and for a brief moment, you find solace in each other's arms.
Jungkook breaks the kiss. But you don't want him to speak. You kiss him hard and deep. You do not want this to end. You grind into him, and he pulls your shirt up.
Sucking on your nipples, he plays and fondles with your breast. He grips them, squeezes them hard, and pinches your nipples. His touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying the connection between you. As you moan in delight, he continues to explore every inch of your body, leaving you craving more. You let out a whimper, and he sees your hands working towards his belt.
Fighting to get it off, when you finally don't stop looking at his hard cock, he smirks and guides your hand towards it, allowing you to feel its throbbing heat. It sits against his stomach. Jungkook pushes your underwear to the side, running his long, trusted fingers along your soaked folds. Your body trembles with anticipation as Jungkook's skilled touch ignites a fiery desire within you. Each stroke of his fingers sends waves of pleasure coursing through your veins, intensifying the hunger that consumes you. As he expertly explores your most sensitive spots, you can't help but arch your back and gasp for more, surrendering completely to the electrifying connection between you both.
You moan at the sensation grinding onto his fingers as he slips one inside of you, thrusting in and out. He slows up, but you grab his wrist, guiding him to go faster. He wants this to last as long as possible because this is probably the last time you'll ever touch him. He continues to please you as you look at his shaft leaning against his stomach, the smooth, long vein bulging. You look at it hard because this is the last time you are going to see it. You touch his tip, running your finger over his slightly red tip.
But then you feel the waterworks; tiny teardrops fall from your eyes onto his abdomen. Jungkook stops his movement, but before he can open his mouth and speak, You take his hand out of your swollen cunt and replace it with his cock. Jungkook groans as you wrap yourself around him so wet and perfectly, and he starts to grind on him back and forth, shifting to the point of your knees and thrusting up and down on him. You grasp onto his shoulder so hard that you are probably cutting skin, but you don't stop. You're not doing it to come faster. You just want to forget about the situation, so you rock yourself on him harder and harder, taking complete control of the situation.
Jungkook is under you, groaning harshly as he grabs your hips, smacking your ass, and playing with the plush skin. He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, swelling his tongue around the pebbled nub. As you ride him to his finish, Jungkook finds your actions a little bit weird because you usually always want him to go slowly. The car is moving as you ride him faster, but he grips your hips so hard so you can stop, and you cry frustration as he pushes you down on his dick so you can stop your sudden rough movements, but you punch his shoulders, your tears spilling from your face, and Jungkook realizes that you're crying.
"What's wrong? Why are you being so rough?" He says it in confusion, and you stop and open your eyes to look at him. You look at him deadpan in his dark chocolate eyes and the way his lip rings shine at you.
"Don't act like you don't like it, Jungkook." You try to grind on him, but he stops you, and you've grown frustrated. "I don't like this," he says, and you take your hands off his shoulders, wiping your face.
"Jungkook, you're turning me the fuck off, and this is the end, so just fuck me so you can take me home, and I don't ever have to see you again." The words sting, but you both know that it's the truth; he said that it's the end, so why is he being so fucking weird about it?
"But I feel like you're..."
"You don't know what I feel." You say in a hushed whisper as your head falls on his shoulders and you're breathing so hard because you're about to come into contact with him. "Can you just cum already?" You say this, and you lift your head off his shoulders to look at him in the face. Jungkook's face is stoned, and he looks angry.
"Fine" Jungkook swipes his hand over the lever on the side of his seat to push his seat all the way down until it's touching his backseat. He adjusts himself, laying back, and starts pounding into you rough and fast, your gas at the sensation gripping onto his shoulders and dancing your fingers into his skin.
Jungkook thrusts hard as hell into your fast-paced body as you grind on top of him and have You lose your breath. He reaches up, wrapping his hands around your neck, choking you hard, and you gasp, feeling barely any air circulation into your throat. "You want me to fuck you? Fine." Jungkook later grabs your hips and throws you onto the back of the seat. He picks up your legs, pushing your knees to touch your shoulder and your ass lips a little bit as he thrusts his on top of you, the car shaking with his setting, pounding into you hard, fast, and slightly painful.
"I should fuck your ass so you can lose your fucking attitude." Jungkook groans, and he rims his finger against your other hole, and you shake at the sensation. As the intensity of the moment grows, your mind becomes a whirlwind of conflicting desires. The mix of pleasure and pain sends shivers down your spine, leaving you craving more. Jungkook's dominance over you is both exhilarating and overwhelming, pushing you to the edge of ecstasy. Your mind is losing all sense of reality. He takes his finger and pushes it into your ass, slowing and just touching the tip, but you move slightly, causing his finger to slip out.
You're on the seat moaning at his harsh movement, but this is what you asked for. You asked for this to be done, and even though it's ugly, it's not going to happen ever again, so you let it happen. Jungkook's hand is still around your throat; his other hand is holding up your legs as he thrusts faster into you, clenching around his cock. You brush your hand against his abs, but Jungkook lets go of your throat, grasping your hands and putting them above your head so you don't touch him.
He continues his thrust on your sensational building; you're about to come, but then Jungkook stops flipping you over and hikes your ass up to his waist as he slams into you again, taking you from the back. He pushes your head into the car seat, and you're moaning. You're so close, but your body is pulsing in your clit. You've never felt this way before. Your heart is pumping, your cunt is clenching, and Jungkook's harsh threats are bumping into your body, pushing forward every single time he pushes forward and back.
You gasp as you come. The wet liquid flies out of you as you shake and your legs give out as you drop onto the car seat in an uncomfortable position if you could continue fucking you, and you let him until he comes. Jungkook's stomach burns as he lets out his long, treacherous ropes of cum. Paint your walls inside of you; he's never come inside of you. You guys usually use condoms, or he comes on to another part of your body.
He slows down his movement, thrusting two or three more times before he pulls out. He realizes that you squirted all over his car seat, and you lay on the driver's seat, your head tucked into your arms, and you sniffle. You're crying under him, and he doesn't know what to do.
Jungkook goes to comfort you, but he pulls his hand back, fixing himself as he picks you up, turns you over, and adjusts your clothes.
There's no speaking. There's no aftercare; there's nothing.
You realize that it's over, and you move to the passenger seat, putting on your seatbelt, as Jungkook takes a shirt from the back of his car, wiping the fluid off his seat.
You sit in the passenger seat with your tiered stand cheeks facing the window as Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot, taking you home. You're at the front of your apartment complex, and you get your things by walking out of Jungkook's car.
Turn around, shutting his car door before it completely shuts. You lean out, giving him a shy smile.
"Jeon Jungkook, I love you." Jungkook's head whips towards you, but before he can get a word out, you shut his car door and walk into your dorm building.
4 months later.
"Y/N" Your friend Lena causes you over at the section that she sits in at the house party. Exam week is finally over, and you've passed all your tests. Your roommate Lena pushed you out of the house, and you decided to go since you didn't have anything better to do.
You walk in hand with Jimin, and you introduce him to your friends. After a few cups of beer and some talking, you decide to excuse yourself to the bathroom.
You walk upstairs looking for the bathroom, and you stand at the door, and surprisingly, there's no line.
When the door opens, you see the one and only Jungkook walking out of the bathroom with another girl. You're shocked, and Jungkook is more shocked than you because the last time you saw him, you told him that you loved him, and you didn't let him get a word out before you rushed into your dorm and cried for three weeks straight.
The girl is holding his hand, and she looks fucked out, and you already know what he was doing in there. He does what he always does. Sorry, you say in a hushed whisper, and Jungkook just stands in the frame of the door, looking at you. Do you feel his stairs burn into your body? You haven't seen Jungkook in about four months; it kind of felt like he walked off the side of the planet.
But now he stands in front of you; his hair is a lot longer, but you know he's the same boy that you loved and that you still love.
You try and walk into the bathroom, but Jungkook lets go of the girl's hand grasping onto your shoulders. "Aren't we going?" the girl says behind him, and Jungkook looks behind her, shifting his head to the side as the girl moves out of the bathroom. She scuffs, running down the stairs, calling him an asshole, and you stare at him calmly and collectedly.
"How are you?" he says, and you shrug, not wanting to engage in a conversation with him.
"I'm doing good, you."
"I've been better," he says, and he smiles a little bit.
"You look good. You're glowing." He laughs, and you smile, nodding your head. "Maybe it's the sensation of having to pee right now."
"Yeah." That's all he says.
Then he looks at you with an apologetic look on his face and says, "You know Y/N." But then he's cut off by Jimin coming in next to you. You smile at Jimin as he takes your hand in his
"I was looking for you, babe." Jimin kisses the side of your head, and Jungkook looks distraught.
"Yeah, I came to use the bathroom, but I ran into an old friend here." You say you are leaning your head on Jimin's shoulder, but the tension between you and Jungkook is so active in general that you don't know how to feel in the moment.
"Jimin, this is Jungkook Jungkook. This is Jimin, my boyfriend." It's kind of a little bit asshole of you to introduce your ex-fuck buddy to your boyfriend, but if Jungkook walked out of the bathroom and mined his business walking right past you with his fuck at the moment, this wouldn't have been his situation.
You and Jimin have been official for two days. Do you like him? No, he's nice to you, he treats you right, and you're hoping that you can forget about Jungkook and move forward with him.
"Nice to meet you, man," Jimin And Jungkook shakes hands, and Jungkook is still in the distraught sequence.
"Well, I'll leave you two talking here because I have to pee." You move Jungkook out of the way, setting the door behind them as you trap yourself in the bathroom.
You look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes wide in shock, and you laugh a little bit to calm your anxiety.
When you walk out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Jimin stands outside alone.
"Where did Jungkook go?" you ask. Jimin shrugs his shoulders. He left, saying he had to go fix something at his apartment or whatever.
You smile, take Jimin's hand, and walk out of the party to get food.
You make it to your house with Jimin, and he decides to stay over. You guys eat your takeout, take a shower, and head to bed. As Jimin is still in the bathroom, you see your phone light up with a text message with a name that you haven't seen in months.
JK: Can I talk to you tomorrow?
You pick up your phone and decide whether you should ignore it, block him, or do both. But you give yourself the closure that you've been wanting for the last four months, so you can close that chapter of your life and continue to do something better.
Y/N: Yeah, sure",
You sent a text message, going to bed with Jimin.
You walk to the coffee shop the next day, sitting Jungkook is sitting in the far back corner, dressed in all black and with a Calvin Klein hat on his head. You smile, sitting on the opposite side of the table.
Hello, you say, and you sit down, removing your bag and putting it on the seat next to you.
"Hey, I'll just get straight to the point." You're nodding, and he continues to speak.
"I didn't like how we ended a few months ago. I felt very guilty, and I would lie to myself and say that I didn't miss you because I do, and I'm not telling you this just because you're with your boyfriend now, but I'm happy for you. I know I was an asshole to you, and it's probably very mean of me to sit here and tell you all of this today, but I feel like we both deserve closure."
You nod agreeing. "Yeah, sorry, I left you on that cliffhanger there. I was just going through a lot, and I didn't know if I wanted to end it or try and salvage what we had, but it was just so cold, so I just decided to end it without consulting you. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too. I hope you're happy, and maybe we can be cool." You nod, smiling, and Jungkook reaches for your hand and brushes his warm fingers above yours. You give in, holding onto his hand, and this is the conversation that you would want to have months ago, but instead of giving each other closure at the end of the day, you wanted to be with him, and in the back of your brain, you still do. You love Jungkook, and you have love for him. You will miss his body, all the warmth he provided to you, and your cold relationship.
But this is a growing path for you, so you accept the faith you decided to walk through, letting your life go on. Jungkook could deal with his life by himself, but now that the tension is released, you let go of his hand, and you both stand up, but you look at each other in the eyes, seeing the admiration. You smile and hold out your hand, seeing if he would accept a hugโa friendship hugโbecause you guys were never friends, just a benefit.
"Thank you for this. I hope you find somebody, Jungkook." It's a bittersweet moment, and Jungkook takes his last cent of you because it's the first and last time that he will ever hold you like this.
"I love you too, Y/N." Then he lets go of the hug, and now you're the one in shock. He walks out the door, and once he's out of the building, he gives you a solemn wave and enters his car. Your heart is pumping in your chest, and it feels like you're right back to the moment you walked out of his car, and all of this happened with no fucking closure at all because you know that he loves you.
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๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐(โ อกยฐ อส อกยฐ)โ
๐๐๐ง๐ฉ 2?!?!????
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Pretty girl
After your food you and Jungkook chat about school and other personal things. But Jungkook decided to take a rather steep turn.
โY/N, do you a boyfriendโ the question throws you for a loop.
โNoโฆ I havenโt. Iโve never had a boyfriendโ Jungkooks take that in consideration.
โWhat a shame a pretty girl like you should have a boyfriend that loves herโ you wince and you smile.
โIโve been asked out but I never liked them, Iโve always wanted something moreโ
โMore whatโ
โOlder, my mother says boys my age are never goodโ
โMy pretty girl likes older men I see, so have you every done anything?โ
โAnything of what?โ Youโre confused about his question.
โAnything a girlfriend and boyfriend do togetherโ youโre lost for a second then it hits you.
โLike have sex?โ You put your head down at the vulgarness of it all.
He laughs at your reaction but then heโs shocked at your last sentence
โJungkook, Iโve never even been kissedโ
Starboy
You walk out of your last class, heading to a nearby cafe. The air is warm and moist. It sticks to the skin. You want to study a bit more before you close yourself to the darkness of your dorm. Left to never be seen.
"What can I get for you today, miss?" You've been here for 15 minutes already, engraved in the words of the paper you're typing up.
You look at the person before you, but it's not one person.
A star
"Uhm, what do you recommend?" You give him a slight smile. Sheeting at his light.
Soft honey skin, and the tattoos that line his arm. Dark, some brighter. Like him. "Are you allergic to nuts?" he asks you to shake your hand. Wanting to reach out and touch his slanderous hand.
What does he feel like? If you touched him, would he break away like dust? Will he come closer to your warmth? Will he act as if it's a daily thing?
You test your theory, brushing ever so lightly over his hand. So lightly that he isn't sure if you even touched him. He sparks up his hand, colliding with yours for a mere dazed second.
"Then I recommend the nutmeg cinnamon swirl latte; it has oat milk foam on top. And..." he travels off. Hooking his finger with yours. A soft embrace. Almost innocent, you look up.
"They are extremely pretty." You brush your finger through his.
"Th-breath, thank you."
"You are beautiful," you say, pulling away.
"Thank you," he says, chasing your fingers. You go back to work, engulfing yourself in your tale.
"I'll get what you said; thank you." You smile at your screen.
"I'll make it pretty for you," he grunts, shaking away any nervousness.
"As pretty as you would be amazing," he smiles, looking backward.
"I'll do my best." He says walking away. You nod, typing away.
more than friends (m)


โณ rating: M
โณ genre: smut, angst, tiny fluff, roommate!jungkook,ย
โณ pairing: reader x jungkook (ft. taehyung as theย โfuck buddyโ)
โณ warnings: dom themes, daddy kink (Iโm sorry I know), breath play, bondage (?), overstimulation, phone sex but not the kind youโre thinking of, jungkook has tattoos (-: maybe slight dubcon???? exhibitionism????? what ISNโT in this )-:ย
โณ summary: you and jungkook have been roommates and close friends for a couple years, and youโre oblivious to the fact that the only reason why he hates your recent fuck-buddy is because he has the fattest crush on you.ย
โณ note: i actually wrote this for a friend, so, um. this is for you, bitch. i spent days on this. anyway, to anyone else reading this trash, enjoy, you heathens!
โณ words: 7,694+
โณ series: one | two | ?
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City Seven

Pairing: Jungkook x Waitress! Readerย
Word Count:ย 2k
Content Warning: reader is kind of unfiltered, judgy! reader, quiet! jungkook, pierced! jungkook,ย inspired by the seven mv, judging a book by its cover, obessed! jungkook, ft jimin, reader eats her words, jungkook is a little cocky.
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Jungkook is filthy and a little mean, big dick! jungkook, dom! jungkook, strength kink, unprotected sex (donโt even), jungkook has a high sex drive, brat tamer! jungkook?, hair pulling.
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โY/n!โ Laura practically shouts your name as she walked into the bustling kitchen where you collected three main courses, balancing two on your palms and the last one on your forearm.ย
Youโd become pretty competent as a waitress after being one for the last three years, balancing the meals and listening to Laura was an easy feat. โWhat?โ You lean in to hear her clearly as the sound of clanging pots and yelled orders were swirling in the air.ย
โLet me take this table from you, serve table 4.โ Your brows furrowed as you felt Laura help herself to take the plates from you. โW-what are you doing?โ You stop her from taking the last plate from you, curious to know what she was up to.ย
โJust trust me. They ordered two old fashions, now go!โ She says as if she was bursting with anticipation. You let her take the last plate from you, a little disappointed because the family you were serving seemed like they were going to leave a good tip but you trusted Laura. Sort of.ย
Once you got hold of the two alcoholic beverages you leaned into the swinging door with your hip and walked through heading to table 4, and once you spotted Jimin sitting there you knew something was up.ย
โTwo old fashions.โ You smile, placing them down gently while making sure nothing spilled. You put Jiminโs down first and for the first time made eye contact with the unfamiliar brunette.ย
He smiles at you. โY/n, this is my friend, Jungkook.โ You smile back to be polite. โItโs nice to meet you.โ Your expression showed kindness but in your heart, you were more than ready to kill Laura.ย
She was always trying to hook you up with someone while on the job. Either way, he wasnโt really your type, he seems too quiet and soft-spoken. Your type was the kind of guy that was more outgoing and could take control.ย
Before you could ask the two what they wanted to order you felt a light grip on your bicep tugging you away near the bathrooms. โLaura! What are you doing? Iโm trying to do my job.โ You werenโt sure if you had said those words out loud based on the way she completely disregarded your words and replaced them with her own.
โHeโs cute right?โ She inquires and your brows furrow almost immediately at her jumpiness. โWho?โ You were playing dumb and it was obvious.ย
Laura deadpans. โYou know who Iโm talking about. Jungkook, obviously. Heโs cute right?โ Her smile creeps its way back onto her face as she speaks but you back away from her leaning against the wall that you had no idea Jungkook was listening through.
โI mean, yeah sure but he looks too..โ Jungkookโs brow raises as he waited for you to find the words. โnice.โ You finish. โHe looks like heโs a nice guy, yโknow? The kind that holds the door and cries when he comes.โ Both his and Lauraโs jaws drop in astonishment. โI canโt believe you just said that.โ Laura covers her mouth giggling with a snort but she soon starts to pout.ย
โYou really donโt think heโs cute?โ She asks again and you groan. Laura was insufferable, she just did not know when to give up. โI never said that. Maybe in the country, heโs a 10, but here,ย heโs a city 7 at best.โ Jungkook had heard enough and made his way back to his seat.ย
Never in his entire life had he been ranked anything below a 10, heโs even scored a few 12s but a city 7? How could you? He knew he was a 10. He deserves a 10. Not to mention your little comment about him crying when he comes;ย he was going to make sure you ate your words.
He made sure to lay it on thick for the rest of the night. Dark stares and suggestive comments, so much so that Jimin had to excuse himself twice just to give you both privacy.ย
Whether you wanted to admit it or not this city 7 was starting to grow on you. He had a sarcastic sense of humour paired with an enchanting smile. You supposed you could give him a chance.
One chance was all he needed.
3 weeks and two dates later the two of you found yourselves stumbling into your apartment, with Jungkook kissing you desperately as you both kicked your shoes off and he shrugged off his jacket all while you led him to the bedroom but you paused in your steps at the revelation of his sleeve of tattoos.ย
you had no idea these were hiding beneath his denim jackets and turtlenecks. if youโd known about the tattoos and the bulging muscles that were covered up so well, you never wouldโve called him a 7.ย Heโs a total 10,ย and he was about to prove it to you.
โW-wha-โ you loosely pointed your finger to his muscular physique as he worked on undoing his belt. he grins wickedly as he glances up, relishing in the victorious feeling of seeing you go awestruck at the sight of his body.ย ย
he steps towards you slowly, the branded waistband of his boxers peeking over his jeans. โwhat? never seen a few tattoos before?โ he smiles in that same pleasing way he always does and it irks you, because you know he knows what heโs doing.ย
all this time youโve been underestimating him. โwhat-- when, how- โ he gently cups your face and whispers against your lips, โYou ask too many questions.โ that was the last thing you heard before his lips were on yours again.ย ย
The kiss was unlike any of the tender and sweet ones from before. this one was hungry, messy and bordering animalistic. The way his tongue worked with yours in an erotic harmony made you forget all about your presumptions of him when you first met him. he may be quiet but he most certainly wasnโt shy, especially not now.ย
he laid you down on the bed and he kissed all over your body. abusing your sweet spot that was below your ear. the sounds of your heavy breathing that slowly but surely morphed into breathy moans were only inflating his ego. if he could get you this desperate just from his mouth he knew he could absolutelyย ruin youย with his cock.
for you on the other hand the last 45 minutes seem to have been a blur. One minute you and jungkook were out at the bar listening to the jazz band fill the room with an undeniably sensual ambience. you were feeling a bit bold and let your heel run up the inseam of his pants under the table.ย
and heโd warned you to stop since you were in public but you were in a defiant mood and continued anyways. pressing down his cock with the tip of your stilettos watching his accessorized fist ball up the tablecloth in an attempt to bite back his groan. within seconds you felt his grip around your ankle and push your foot down before abruptly standing up.ย
not without discreetly adjusting himself in his slacks but of course you noticed it. โGet up. Weโre leaving.โ he orders but you pouted, โbut I wanted to listen to the music.โ The look he gave you was like none other heโd seen before. you were used to pushing his buttons, it was just in your nature to piss him off but he usually didnโt care much or if he did he didnโt show it.ย
โNow.โ you roll your eyes and followed him out of the bar.ย
It's thanks to your previous behaviour that jungkook had decided to edge you twice on his fingers and tongue. you were squirming and insufferable forcing him to pin your thighs down with his arms as he continued to eat you out like a man starved.ย
โju-jungkook! please-โ you begged, refusing to look at the man between your legs, staring up at the tear-blurred ceiling instead. โPlease what? What do you want?โ Heโs an evil man for asking you such a question and cutting you off with the works of his tongue once again leading you to scream out.ย
you sounded like sin, wrapped in a body that was clearly shaped by the gods above and gifted to him personally. โlet me cum--please!โ He pulls away from you right when he felt you were on the edge again, pushing down on your legs as he felt you begin to thrash around.
โstay still princess, or I wonโt let you cum.โ the name was doing you wonders and you swore you could see stars. โplease, Iโve been good.โ and jungkook just has to laugh, because what a fucking liar you are. โReally? Do you think teasing me out in public is being good? Why should I let you cum hm? Arenโt I just a City 7? Only 10โฒs can make you cum right?โย
your eyes shot open wide and for the first time you looked down at him in shock, โy-you heard me-โ he didnโt give you the chance to respond before he was abusing your clit with his tongue bringing you over the edge so quickly your body could hardly process it. you came with the scream of his name.ย
โLook whoโs crying when they cum.โ he mocks you, throwing your own words back in your face.ย ย
Without a break, you were being manhandled and flipped over onto your stomach as he dragged you to the edge of the bed. your back arching at the intrusion of the swollen head of his cock pushing between your folds. jungkook had to brace himself as he thrust inside your soaked cunt.
a deep groan falls from his lips at the feeling heโd been searching for for weeks. Heโs dreamt about this moment for weeks, way before you even knew who he was. When heโd seen pictures of you and Jimin at Lauraโs place he knew he had to have you.ย
โooh fuck!โ you moan once jungkook bottomed out, you hadnโt realized just how thick he was until you felt his cock split you open all around โyeah, you like that?โ You nod repeatedly, unable to speak. Your arms were feeling weak and soon your head was flush against your pillows.ย
โAnswer me, baby.โ he grunts, punctuating his demands with a particularly powerful snap of his hips. one that sent the fat of your ass rippling with each thrust. โyes! fuck! I love it, love your cock, please donโt stop.โ you whine loudly taking everything he gave you.ย
That only encouraged him to absolutely drill into your poor pussy, the sounds of your bare flesh slapping against one another ricocheted off the walls and back into your ears. you had no idea what youโd gotten yourself into with him. you felt yourself inching closer and closer to that ecstasy, you were so close you could taste and jungkook could most certainly feel it.ย
the way your walls convulsed around him nearly restricting his range of motion, โAh shit baby, you feel so fucking good.โ he groans next to your ear, the tone of his voice sending you into shock. god you were so close, but jungkook was slowing down. โwhy-โย
โyou wanna cum?โ he asks you, and you nod as if you were on autopilot. โplease,โ you beg for the nth time.ย โThen take it back.โย you really tried your best to understand what he was referring to. โTake back what you said about me being a city 7โ you hesitated for a minute, regaining enough strength to hold yourself up again, fighting between your bratty nature and your throbbing pussy.ย
โOkay fine, you can get yourself off.โ he shrugs, beginning to pull out but you push your hips back up against his pelvis. โNo- no!โ he grins at the sound of your objections, resuming his wild pace as though he had never stopped.ย
he pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, his erratic thrusts never faltering as he did so, โSay it.โ he growls in your ear and your eyes roll back as you felt his cock rub against a certain spot within you, โI take it back! Youโre a 10, everything about you is a 10, youโre a 10- fuck! please let me cum!โ he smiles, satisfied with your words.ย
โCum.โ you didnโt hold back, you came down with a piercing moan that youโre sure your neighbours would be complaining about tomorrow morning, jungkook following closely behind you.ย
--
Initially, youโd thought you and Jungkookโs little night would be a one-time thing but he just couldnโt seem to stay away from you, no matter how hard he tried.ย
His dick begged to see you again, and he made sure he did.
At Jiminโs birthday party, he had you bent over the bathroom counter, he would come over and fuck you against the wall, holding you up steady as ever as he pounded into you. Every second of every day he found a way to be inside you.
Thatโs how you found yourself tangled up in his sheets the morning after one of the filthiest nights youโd ever experienced with a guy. โGood morning,โ you heard Jungkook whisper in the rasp of his morning voice as he kissed your collarbones. Slowly making his way up your neck, โJungkook, arenโt you tired?โย
He shrugs with a foolish grin, โWhy would I be? Iโll never get tired of fucking your brains out.โ You laugh, โReally? Never?โ He shakes his head.
โSeven days a week.โ
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one morning stand (m)



+ featuring . . . dom nerd!jungkook x gn!reader
+ summary . . . in which you and jungkook have one night stands with roommates and happen to be sneaking out at the same time.
+ genre . . . smut, fluff
+ wordcount . . . 7.9k
+ warnings . . . don't be fooled by the first half being fluff lmao; rough sex, a lot of dirty talk (jk will not shut up), heavy degradation (use of โslutโ, 'whore', etc.), consensual slut-shaming (reader is into it), exhibitionism, cumplay, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, breeding kink, reader gets tied up at one point

Most mornings arrived like a loverโs gentle touch, beguiling the horizonโs rays to surface with a golden grace; yours, however, often arrived with an acute headache, nausea, and the race to gather your clothes and dip before your one-night stand roused from snore-filled slumber. Though short was the list of things worse than hangovers, the dreaded walk of shame was often far more perilous with its intricacies and social hazards.
Between tossed beer cans and workout gear was a Chewbacca-themed alarm clock ticking away the minutes until it would wake its owner with a recorded growl. You, still in disbelief you had slept with a man with Star Wars paraphernalia, quickened your pace.
Some would call you tactless, but you were simply realistic. What else could come out of meaningless breakfast offers and forced conversations if not minutes wasted on both ends?
By the time you had wiped your face clean and thrown the prior nightโs clothes over your head, the sun had arced through the sky with an obstination better suited for the winter months. For it was not the light that had awoken you, but the quiet rumble of steps falling down staircases as those who lived in the party house began their morning clean-up.
This, youโd argue, was the worst part of falling asleep after a hook-up: avoiding the โwalk of shameโ.
And it appeared as if you werenโt the only one facing this conundrum.
You opened the door to see a figure lurked near the hallwayโs end, fluffy hair peeking at the crowded living room. The young man stuck close to the wall as if he were one with it, desperate to remain hidden. His coffee-colored eyes scanned the scene as if envisioning a multitude of escape routes and calculating their likelihood of success. His frown said that he wasnโt too pleased with the conclusion.
The sigh was a familiar one โ one that had been directed towards you one too many times.
โJungkook?โ
His shoulders jumped as if he were the hare to your fox, fight or flight senses kicking in at your abrupt arrival.
Jeon Jungkook. Captain of the debate team, frequent charity donor, homework answer sharer, your seatmate, and the last person youโd ever expect to encounter on a Sunday morning.
His neck, besmeared with an array of violent hickeys, whipped towards your standing figure. He shushed you with a finger to his pink lips โ an image youโd seen whenever you would bother him with useless remarks in the middle of a lecture.
You crept beside him, crouched to copy his pose. Though you nodded, your mind meandered yonder. The Jeon Jungkook you knew from History and the Jeon Jungkook who wore beer-stained Hawaiian polos appeared as two separate entities. One you were familiar with, the other you were unsure of.
He fixed his hands through his hair and buttoned his shirt higher, clearing his throat with a demure smile better suited for school hallways than sticky trash-covered floors. โHey, you,โ his voice cracked, causing the โyouโ to sound like two words smashed together.
โWhat are you doing here?โ
โWhat do you mean?โ His brows raised as if the answer hadnโt been right in front you โ which it had been, in the form of violet blotches and scratch marks across his sun-blessed skin.
โDid you trip down the stairs and pass out?โ You half-joked. It was arduous to imagine how the teacherโs pet who did algebra for fun could find himself in the same spot you were in. โItโs relaxing!โ Heโd argue, before timing himself on his Samsungโs stopwatch and beginning another worksheet while waiting for the professor. You were more inclined to believe the scratch marks had come from some cat Jungkook had pet-sat than someone he had fucked a room across yours.
His doe eyes grew, as if both offended and bewildered. โDo you seriously not-โ The approaching sound of steps slashed his sentence short.
They mustโve been done cleaning the living room โ which meant they were heading straight towards you.
Jungkook had always been quick to raise his hand during lectures. It was as if he was in constant competition with himself, as no one else bothered. And his answers were always right.
You werenโt sure if this one was; not when he nearly dislocated your shoulder dragging you up to a stand, and especially not when he shoved the pair of you into the nearest room.
With the precision of a bomb defuser, he closed the oak door as silently as his sweaty palms could.
โJungkook, what-โ
He pressed the rough pad of his fingertip to your lips.
Imprisoned within the cage of your ribs, a nestled heart thud.
This was the closest youโd ever been to him.
In the dim room, light fragments leaked from the doorframeโs gaps and highlighted his face in soft shades. You thought about sunlight: how it travelled at a nearly instantaneous speed, how distant it journeyed if only to linger on him, and how, in its earliest hours, it turned Jungkookโs brown eyes into honey.
This close, you felt more than heard the pace of his breathing; the warm air caressed your forehead as he leant past you to make sure the door was shut.
The silence allowed you to observe the room you had been pulled into, though you found it to be less of a room than youโd given it credit for. While the floor and lower shelves were crammed with an assortment of shoeboxes and house slippers, the upper half was littered with winter coats and gear. In the limited space, you could hardly exhale without your chest touching his.
It was a closet. Jungkook, in his panic, had trapped you both in a closet.
Beyond the door was the loud banter and cacophony of people as they cleaned up the prior nightโs apocalyptic aftermath. Crushed plastic cups. Mops against floors. Changed bed sheets.
The two of you waited. A minute passed. Then, another. And another. They continued to clean the area outside where you hid, each too-close step causing him to flinch.
Whether it be his proximity or your ennui, you could no longer take it.
โOkay, you might have a problem with being seen but I donโt.โ Your movement stirred a response from his then rigid frame. He had to maintain his golden boy reputation, after all. You, contrarily, had no notoriety of which you were caged by. The general population didnโt care about you the way they did Jungkook. The simple miracle of him attending a party would already be made a spectacle by Monday.
He reached for your wrist as you clutched the doorknob. His pout (which was horrendously endearing) compelled you to pause. โPlease.โ He kept your gaze, as if it were an insurmountable fact that one didnโt go against his wishes when faced with such a guise. You loathed how he was right.
โFine, at least entertain me,โ you whispered. Already, he looked as if he regretted not letting you go. โIโve never seen you at a party before. Didnโt think you were the type to hook-up.โ
Youโd expected him to flush at your confrontational assumption, rather than the raised brow and head tilt you were met with. โAnd whyโs that?โ
โBecause youโre soโฆ you.โ At his look did you shrug, rattled mind settling for the first adjective it thought of. โYouโre cute.โ
โCute?โ
โWhat? Itโs a compliment.โ You pat his head.
โWhat am I? A dog?โ He huffed, blown air inflating his cheeks. He swatted your hands away and crossed his arms. You didnโt think it was a good time to point out how, in that moment, he very much looked like the kicked puppy he tried not to be. โYou know, Iโm not as innocent as you think I am.โ
โEvidently not,โ you said. โOr you wouldnโt be here, stuck in a closet with me, sneaking out after a one night stand.โ
โWho said anything about a one night stand?โ
Your brow raised. โYou have a partner?โ
The dark did little to conceal the crimson burn of his cheeks and ears. โNo, but Iโm just saying. I hypothetically could have one. You donโt know me.โ
โWeโve been seatmates for five months, Jungkook.โ
โAnd not once have we actually talked.โ
โUnless Iโve been talking to your secret twin, I donโt know what to tell you.โ
โYou complaining about our prof everytime she gives out an assignment isnโt a conversation.โ
โOnly because youโre a teacherโs pet.โ You huffed. While he might not have appreciated your circadian quips, you didnโt think it was the worst seatmate bonding time. โWhich brings me to my next question: whyโd you go last night?โ
โI canโt go to parties like a regular college student just because Iโm me?โ
You sent him a pointed look because, yes, you didnโt think he went to parties like a regular college student. While you might not have known what he got up to during his free time (seeing as he didnโt have social media), you were certain that none of it involved vomiting in his grandmother's antique vase after declining a three-way with his dealer and her boyfriend โ something that has totally never happened to you.
โWhat?โ he whined.
โWhoโs the lucky person that managed to drag the golden boy away from his studies?โ If you were sure of anything, it was this: infatuation led people to the most unexpected of places. For what other reason would you stay entrapped in a closet with a man in a Hawaiian polo?
His hair, as wavy as a stygian sea, bounced as he shook his head.
โIf you donโt tell me, I might accidentally start speaking too loudly,โ you teased, voice rising in volume.
Panicked, he placed his palm over your lips. โKeep your voice to a whisper.โ He sighed, relenting. โIโฆ I came last night because I wanted to see you.โ
You blinked.
โTo see me?โ
His bunny teeth gnawed his lip. โIโve always thought you were kinda cool.โ His hands rose to cover his overheated ears. โCโmon, you definitely know I like you. I always act like such an idiot around you.โ
You didnโt know. How could you have possibly known when he never spared you a second glance?
Reading your disbelief, he continued. โYou donโt remember the notepad incident?โ
The cogs in your brain turned until a memory snapped to the surface; one of him leaving his desk unattended during lecture, and you ruffling through his post-it notes out of boredom (because for reasons unknown to you, he had dozens in numerous colors). What you werenโt expecting to find were short lettersโif they could even be called thatโwritten in the backs of them. They talked about infatuation and the art of unrequited passion, thoughts youโd never associated Jungkook to having. So engrossed in their messages, you hadnโt realized when he had come back. โWhoโs this about?โ you had asked him as he swiped his stationary back from you, face flushed.
โYou said it was poetry.โ
He groaned. โWhat about all the times I let you copy off my homework?โ
โI thought you were just being nice!โ
Jungkook pouted, his foot softly stomping in frustration at your idiocy. โIโm not that nice.โ
โThen why didnโt you approach me?โ You hadnโt seen him the entire night.
He took a step back. โYou wereโฆ busy.โ
โOh.โ Your stomach dropped. โJungkook, I-โ
โNo, no,โ he panicked. โYou donโt have to explain yourself, you donโt owe me anything. Seriously.โ
โBut I still feel bad.โ
โWell, donโt, itโs not like I didnโtโฆ yeah.โ
โWell, the past is the past.โ You forced him to meet your eyes with a tug of his chin. โWe can always make up for lost time.โ
His adamโs apple bobbed. โWhat?โ
Your hands trailed his arms, surprised at the hard muscle. He shivered as you blew on his ear. โIโve always thought you were cute, too.โ
โWait, really?โ
โYes, really,โ you giggled. โYou donโt think I have good taste?โ
โIf you did, I wouldโve fucked you last night.โ
You liked this bolder Jungkook. The one who met your gaze rather than shied from it.
โWell, if you had approached me, maybe you would have.โ Your hands trailed his chest. โBut we can always do it now.โ
โWhat? Now? There are people outside.โ His words supposed one thing but the hands resting on your hips said another.
โShouldโve thought of that before you dragged me in here.โ
He curled inwards. โSorry about that, by the way. I panicked.โ
โYeah, I could tell.โ You pressed against his chest. The rise of his heartbeat drummed against your skin. โBut if you hadnโt then I wouldnโt have been able to do this.โ
The back of your hand grazed his crotch.
The teasing motion awoke in him something you had yet to see. His eyes darkened as he took a step closer to you, hands spread against the door behind you. He trapped you between his arms, his breath cascading across your skin. So slowly did he lean in that your wristโs pulse began to tick like clockwork, as if it too were counting the seconds until he closed the gap.
When he did, you were knocked breathless.
His kiss was rough, not at all like the way he pressed against you. It was soft and passionate. Strange yet comfortable. Everything and nothing like youโd expected from this Jungkook.
Your hands ran through his hair, tangled in its softness. He tasted like mouthwash and smelled like baby power. He was the definition of intoxication, and you were content to be engulfed in his waters.
Pushing his hair from his eyes, he used his other hand to drag you closer to the center of his storm, the music of lips against lips a resounding orchestra. His giggles as you touched his neck were just as melodious as he wrapped his arms around your waist as if the closet were a ballroom and you were its guests.
There was no need for violas or harps, not when he pressed against you in harmonic promises. Soft groans fell from his lips faster than wisps of smoke dissipating after a lit candle had been extinguished. More than the fear of getting caught, you thought of the pressure of his hand on your back and his nose touching yours. Youโd lost count of the times you had stepped on Jungkook's feet in the dark but his smile never dulled. He was the sun to whom youโd risk lighting yourself ablaze for even just a moment of his warmth.
In the eye of the storm, you were but a bird, flailing about until you could take off with outstretched wings and storm-swept feathers. You had taken care of a bird just like that in your adolescence, young and injured. You nursed it to health until its wings could carry its weight across the ether canvas. The next day, youโd seen a pack of hunting dogs and feathers across the field. You never took care of another wounded bird again.
You wondered if that were you, rising only to fall. Itโd been years, yet the memory lingered. Would he only stay for as long as you were risen or would he be the genesis of your undoing?
Jungkook was infamous for all the wrong things yet loved for all the right ones. He was smart, diligent, outgoing โ but he was also awkward, arrogant, and obsessive, only caring about his grades even if it meant putting his peers down and eating alone at breaks. He did internships and extracurriculars all day and studied until the break of dawn, but with every second that his rare attention was spent on you, your delusions that he was telling the truth about liking you grew bigger and bigger.
You were aware of all of this and still you fell into the depths of his being so completely that to let go of him would be to drown and never resurface. You didnโt believe that it was his intention to be so beguiling, but it didnโt stop him from entrapping you in the net that you had crafted yourself.
He liked you. Three words, he had said. Three beautiful words. When he looked at you like you were the answer to every question he had been asking the universe all his life, how were you supposed to want to let go? He said it once more against your lips. Then twice. Then thrice, until you no longer cared if youโd wake up the next day and find that only feathers remained. And so, you said those three words back, even if it would be the cause of your ruin.
You had no want for his reaction to your scarce genuinity. So when he inched away to confirm that he hadnโt misheard you, you pressed against him harder. โDid you-โ
โShut up,โ you were quick to reply.
His tongue slipped between your lips. He sucked on the muscle as his once shy hands roamed behind you, squeezing your ass. Motivated by your soft groans, he ground his crotch against your front.
โI want you to fuck me,โ you panted into his open mouth.
For a second, he stilled, as if shocked by the bluntness in which your words pierced him.
โYou want that?โ he tested the waters, resuming your kiss.
But you were impatient. โPlease, Jungkook.โ
โYou really want our first time to be in a closet where anyone could hear us?โ
โYes,โ you said. You wanted it. Needed it. โYou could fuck me anywhere, I just need your cock in me now.โ
โFuck, thatโs so hot,โ he groaned, unable to stop the jerking of his hips against you.
You smirked against his lips. โReally? Never thought my innocent little seatmate would be into this sort of thing.โ
His eyes narrowed. โYou really want me to prove it to you, huh?โ
You played along. โI really donโt know what you mean.โ
โYou want me to treat you like the slut you are?โ he teased. You shook, putty under his words. โYouโre really sure?โ
The dark rings in his eyes softened as he waited for your consent. His hands caressed the outside of your arms with a gentleness so sudden it gave you whiplash. Not that you needed his forbearance.
โPlease, Jungkook, I want it.โ
The heat between you returned at your panted answer. โYou like being called what you are, huh?โ The tone of his whisper made his voice that much more provocative.
โIf Iโm a slut, then what are you?โ You eyed the marks on his neck with a grin.
He laughed as he dragged against your clothed core. His lips hovered over your own, smirking as you chased it when he pulled away. โYou talk too much.โ He tapped two fingers against your bottom lip. โReal sluts know what to do when I do this, donโt they?โ
He pressed you harder against the door with his hips as you began to suck on his fingers. You had half a mind to tease him as he had teased you, but you had never been a patient person. Your tongue slobbered all over his digits as spit fell down your chin and onto your chest. You sucked and sucked; it rolled in your mouth the way you wanted to do to the cock rubbed against you. You humped him like a bitch in heat as his fingers reached as deep as they could in your mouth, trying to locate the spot that would make you gag.
He smirked at the sound when he found it. โCanโt even take my fingers? How is my cock ever going to fuck your warm throat?โ His unoccupied hand applied pressure around your neck. You gasped at the new feeling and the delicious lightheadedness that came with it.
โFilthy slut, fucking some guy you barely know when you know I like you?โ He grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. โHad to watch you act like a dumb whore just for some cock when you couldโve had mine so easily, baby. I had to fuck some random chick because of how hard your little outfit made me.โ He grabbed your hand and placed it over his clothed crotch. โYou feel how hard I am? This is all for you.โ He sighed. โWhoring yourself out for some other guy and not even offering me your services? Iโm disappointed in you.โ
The prior night had been a drunken blur, and you could barely recall how you grinded against the stranger youโd spent the evening with. Apparently, he had seen it all; how that other man had almost fucked you in the middle of the dance floor, lips pressed against your neck, fingers pinching your nipples through your top.
Jungkook grabbed your face. He squished your cheeks together until your mouth opened. His tongue swirled in his mouth to collect his spit. โSay โahโ,โ he cooed, before dripping his saliva down your throat. He used his thumb to push back the bits of it that leaked from the corner of your lips. โSwallow.โ
Your body burned as you swallowed both your pride and his fluids. He pried open your mouth after he watched your throat bob to ensure you had swallowed every last drop. โMessy slut,โ he degraded.
His lips collided with yours once more. A nasty, wet kiss, that left your toes curling and lower stomach fluttering. He sucked on the skin all around your face, dragging his tongue back and forth as if claiming ownership over you in the messiest way possible. He suctioned his way to your collarbone, only stopping to help you out of your top.
โYouโre so fucking hot,โ he groaned. โIโve jerked off to you so many times โ even when I was fucking someone else last night, I thought of you. Do you know how difficult it was not to moan your name? I canโt believe I finally get to taste you.โ
โBut I wanna taste you first.โ You pushed him away to unbutton his shirt.
His defined abs were a surprise in itself, but they werenโt what caused you to gasp.
โOkay, I know now that youโre not my innocent little classmate, but I didnโt expect this.โ
โThisโ being the two metal rods pierced through his nipples.
He snorted at your genuine reaction. โYeah, yeah, geek in the streets, freak in the sheets,โ he said. โNow, suck.โ
You didnโt need his command to lower your head and place his pierced nipple between your lips. You lapped at the left peak, the cool metal resting on your tongue.
He only bothered to unbutton and lift his pants low enough to free his cock. It bounced against his stomach, rockhard and covered with pre-cum.
Jungkook was huge. And he knew it.
โYouโreโฆโ There were millions of words in the dictionary, yet none could describe how wanton he left you feeling. His hands gripped the base and tapped it against his stomach. A droplet of cum leaked down the side, and it took all your mental strength not to drop to your knees right then. โCan I please suck your cock?โ
He pet your head. โYouโre only an obedient puppy when you want something, hm? Bet you say that to all the other guys you whore yourself out to.โ
He pushed on you until you fell to your knees. You kept your gaze on how he licked his lips and looked down on you, though it was difficult when his large cock swang near you like a meal to the starved. He slapped his dick around your cheeks and forehead, his pre-cum rubbing across your closed eyelids to your chin. He avoided your lips.
You thought yourself akin to Tantalus, a man cursed by Zeus to stand in a pool of water beneath a fruit tree with low branches; when heโd go to drink, the water would recede, and when he went to eat, the branch moved out of reach.
โHow badly do you want my cock in your dumb whore mouth?โ
โMore than anything.โ Your hands tightened around his thighs. He still wore all his clothes, and the image was as teasing as the cock he continued to slap you with. โOnly need you.โ
โOh, I know that, baby,โ he said. โThe question is whether youโre a good enough whore to deserve it.โ
โPlease let this whore suck your large cock,โ you begged, taking a page from his book and staring up at him with puppy-dog eyes, mewling against his leg. โIโm just a dumb bimbo willing to do anything for cock.โ
He, finally, tapped his length against your lips. You waited for his command before you licked the head, scared heโd retreat if you didnโt obey him.
โOpen,โ he said. A word youโd never been happier to hear.
Prepared now for his length, you held in your need to gag as you slid him down. His brow raised, impressed. โYou mustโve taken a lot of cock down this throat, youโre too good at this.โ
Deeper and deeper, he went. You winked when your lips met the base of it.
โYouโre too fucking good, bet you have a line of guys dreaming about your pretty lips wrapped around them.โ His hand pushed and pulled you harder, treating you as nothing more than a toy thats only purpose was to suck cock. โDo you know how my friends talk about you? They think youโre so pretty, baby. I canโt even blame them for talking about how much they wanna fuck you. Turn you into their cockslut. Theyโre so jealous that I get to see your cute face everyday. Of course, itโs not only your face that I look at.โ
With the way your arousal increased with his every thrust, it was as if your mouth was connected to your hole.
The room filled with his heavy breathing. He bit his fist to keep quiet, conscious of the noise that continued to permeate the hallway a door away. You whined when he threw his head back, no longer able to watch how his skin pinked and his pupils widened at your ministrations.
Jungkook was ethereal, using your face as a glorified hole for his pleasure.
โDoesnโt take much to turn you into a cockslut, does it?โ He pulled you to your feet, ignoring your complaints of wanting him back in your mouth. โYouโre so easy that itโs almost boring.โ
Every word out of his mouth made your core clench.
He turned you to face the wall and pulled your bottoms off to have access to your hole. You jumped when he lightly spanked your center.
When he noticed the ceiling hook directly above you, he grinned. โLift your arms, slut.โ
Your back to him, you couldnโt see how he grabbed one of your clothes and used it to tie your wrists to the hook. He adjusted it until he deemed you comfortable enough.
He pinched your ass, spreading your cheeks to reveal your winking hole. โSuch a slutty fucking hole, all for me, isnโt that right?โ
โYes,โ you said. โAll for you, only you.โ
โYou probably donโt even need to be prepped, huh? Sluts are always ready.โ
Still, he sat down on his calves and began to trace you with the rough pads of his fingers. His other hand held onto your hips as you began to buck around, the touch so teasing that it left you desperate for more.
You were no stranger to sex and the pleasure that came with it, yet Jungkookโs touch felt so different from all the others youโve been with. Even your own hands, hands that knew your body better than anyone else, paled in comparison to his teasing movements. He would give you just enough of what you needed before retreating, leaving your body in a constant tug and pull of ecstasy and wanting.
And then his lips. Plush and soft. He kissed around you before diving in, his tongue making a home for itself in you. The muscle wiggled around to touch your tight walls.
โI knew it,โ he groaned, losing himself in you. โYou taste so fucking good.โ
Wads of his spit were shoved into you with his fingers. He would gather his saliva and finger it as deep as he could, repeating the process until you were overflowing. It wasnโt even that he was prepping you, you realized, he just loved turning you into a messy slut covered in him.
He spat onto your ass once more, massaging it into your skin.
โIโd ask if you were ready for my cock, but I know you are,โ he said, pressing his chest onto your back and rubbing his length down your crack.
โI need it.โ You rubbed your ass against his crotch, enticing him to fuck you full.
So, he did.
โIt slid right in,โ he moaned. โDo I have to thank whoever fucked you last night for loosening you up for me?โ
You wanted to watch him, but the knots above you were too tight to turn. All you could do was hang pliant, nothing but a body to be used for Jungkook. After all his teasing, he didnโt wait for you to adjust to his ginormous length before bottoming out. His pace was rapid as he jackhammered into you.
Your mouth hung open, brain emptied in pleasure.
โIโm gonna need you to be quiet, baby,โ he whispered in your ear. โWanna be a good slut for me and keep that whore mouth shut, hm?โ
Youโd been left drunk by his words alone, the consonants and vowels swirled in your mind until all you could think of was the shaft that dragged against your insides. Back and forth. Back and forth.
โNothing but a dumb little fuckhole for me to breed, isnโt that right?โ
It became more difficult with every thrust to hold back your moans without hands to bite on.
โYou like that?โ He delivered a harsh thrust into you. โWant to be nothing but a cumdump? Gonna make you take all my cum, have it dripping down your thighs as you walk home, forced to think of me fucking you every step of the way there.โ
โFuck,โ you hiss. โFeels so good.โ
โDid I say you could speak?โ
You whined when his cock slipped out, fearful that he might leave you unfinished. Instead, he rustled through your fallen clothes on the floor. When he stood, you had a suspicion of what came next.
He shoved the wad of lace into your parted lips.
โSnap your fingers twice if you want out, okay?โ
He slid his cock back into you, moving at a slower pace this time. He would pull out until only his head remained, before violently shoving back in until his balls pounded onto your ass.
โI think I like you better like this,โ he smirked as he tugged your chin to face him. He angled your face side-to-side, as one would inspect goods in a market. After a moment, he nodded in approval. You could imagine what he saw: a slut with snot dripping from their nose, tears raining from their eyes, and new marks littering their neck replacing the ones before it. โYou know what Iโd do if you were mine?โ He sniffed your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.
Your head shook.
โIโd fuck your pretty ass until itโs dripping with my cum. Would plug you up and have you walk around and attend class, feeling all of my seed in your belly with every little movement you make. You wouldnโt be able to concentrate on anything without my help, hm, baby? Iโd turn you into a dumb little bimbo who needs me for even the littlest tasks.โ Your eyes rolled at the purr of his tone as he whispered every single thing heโd do to you against the lobe of your ear. โGood sluts take whatever I give them.โ
โI need that so bad,โ your voice came out muffled from beneath the fabric. You wanted to tug your wrists from where heโd tied them above you and feel his skin beneath your palms.
He caressed your nape with a condescending laugh. โI know you do. Iโd train you to be the perfect cumdump. My cumdump. Would have you wearing the shortest clothes and bend you over every surface so that everyone passing by could see your messy hole. And youโd love it, wouldnโt you? Would love everyone watching you, knowing that Iโm the only one allowed to touch youโฆ until I ask my friends to play with you, of course. Iโm not that selfish.โ You tightened around him. โOh, youโd love to be passed around and gang-banged. Youโd be so filled up with cum that your stomach would bloat.โ
Clearly, he had an exhibitionist streak (among a plethora of other kinks). Something you shouldโve guessed by how quickly his pants tented when you suggested fucking in a closet. Evidently, you had the same streak, if your clenched slit had anything to say for it.
โYouโre so fucking tight. I never wanna leave this hole.โ
You were thankful he had stuffed your ruined panties in your mouth lest he heard your mindless babbles as you neared your climax.
His hips began to thrust even faster than you wouldโve thought possible. Your heart spiked as each motion made noise loud enough for the outside to hear โ but you could no longer care, lost in the sensations of his hard cock belitting you into nothing more than a hole to fuck.
โYou take my cock so easily. Didnโt even need much prep. Youโre just a common whore, arenโt you?โ
You feverishly nodded.
He reached around you to remove the wad of cotton from your mouth. โWhere do you want my cum?โ he groaned, the words rushing from his lips as he chased his climax.
โIn me,โ you cried into your shoulder, barely conscious enough to not want to get caught. โI need you to fill me with your seed.โ
โFuck,โ he moaned. โYouโre so hot, you know that? Could fuck you for the rest of my life.โ
In and out. In and out. His hips moved so swiftly that you could no longer think, sufficiently dick-drunk. He no longer cared about pacing, simply using you as a doll to get off.
โI want you to cum with me,โ he said. His dominant demeanor faded as he desperately clung onto every inch of your skin, hand roaming your sides as he chased his end. His fingers began tugging at your nipples roughly, urging you to reach the finale with him. His words were breathlessly rushed as if they fell from his lips without thought: โNeed you to cum, need to feel you cum around me. Shit. You look so pretty fucked out. Such a good slut for me. Youโre doing so good, baby.โ
Your orgasm crashed against you like a tidal wave, unexpected and violent. Your body thrashed against your binds, hips jerking back and forth as pleasure overtook you - possessed you, almost. Your hole pulsed against his cock, tightening around the length as fluids overflowed.
He jerked into you once more, his cum painting your insides. Soft expletives fell from his lips between praises as he gently rocked his hips into you to ensure his cum wouldnโt spill.
The sensation of his cock slipping out of you felt like heaven and sin.
You hadnโt orgasmed so destructively inโฆ you couldnโt remember having ever experienced anything that came close to that. You werenโt certain if it was because of the risk of getting caught or because Jungkook was that good. Perhaps, it was a mix of both.
You shook at the binds above you, tired from your orgasm.
He wasnโt quite finished, however.
You waited, confused, until you felt his tongue lap your hole, sucking his cum out of you. Sensitive, your feet kicked at him to stop, but he was relentless in his mission to fill his mouth with his own seed.
Your stomach curled at the mischievous glint in his eyes as he stood. He pried your mouth open with his fingers before depositing all of his saliva-mixed cum onto your tongue. โDonโt swallow yet, baby.โ
He leaned on your body with a softness that matched his gaze, his hand resting on your hip, his chest on your back. His fingers played with the fluids in your mouth, swirling it with your spit until it combined into a mess that ran down your chin (which he licked up and spat back in). Content, he finally commanded you to swallow.
The thick concoction ran down your throat slowly, becoming a part of you. You groaned at the heady sensation alongside Jungkookโs pliant kisses around your nape.
He gently untied your wrists from the hook, rubbing the skin from any soreness. When he was done, he rocked your tired body back-and-forth to soothe you. You crumpled onto his figure as if your bones had disintegrated to dust.
โWeโฆ We really just did that.โ Jungkook had finally come back to himself, doe eyes widened as if he had broken from a spell. โAre you alright?โ
You laughed breathlessly. โYeah, you?โ
He nodded, scratching at his nape.
The next few minutes consisted of an awkward dance, the pair of you picking up your clothes, constantly stumbling against each other in the process. Each time, Jungkook would avert his gaze to the ceiling or the floor โ whatever he could do to give you privacy in the confined quarters of a storage closet. The silence was so thick that to distort it with words felt unnatural. He only spoke to tell you that the hallway was quiet, no longer occupied by the residents of the house, and that you were both free to leave unnoticed.
Even the goodbye was stilted, as if you had been possessed by beings other than yourselves during the incident and were now left to deal with the consequences.
Under the morning light outside, Jungkook flushed as red as a polluted sunset. He gingerly waved from where he stood, making sure that you got into your Uber safely (only after nagging the driver to escort you with utmost caution). Your lips parted, but the words wouldnโt surface. Instead, you settled for a wave back.
A smile cracked on his lips as he watched your car hug the corner of the street and disappear from view.
The next time you saw Jungkook was during a lecture. His glasses were back on his face, sweater vest tucked into his trousers. He looked nothing like the man who had fucked you dumb the weekend before, back to being the epitome of what youโd expect every nerd who took college too seriously to look like.
You took your usual seat beside him, unsure if bringing it up casually would make him uncomfortable. Already, his cheeks and ears were red, and you could almost feel the heat radiating off of them.
You exchanged shy greetings before returning to your individual tasks: him, pretending to rewrite notes (when really he was doodling on the corners of his notebook), and you, pretending to send a text (when really you were swiping your homescreen back and forth).
He shot you furtive glances when he thought you werenโt looking. His fingers drummed against the table and his knee shook as if he was working up the courage to say anything. Gone was the boy who had had all the words ready in the palm of his hand that morning.
โHey,โ you smiled. โDid you start on the final project already?โ
His head whipped towards you, wide eyes and parted lips telling you he hadnโt expected you to make the first move, perhaps content to fester in the ruined classmate relationship after your somewhat strained goodbye post-rendezvous. How does one act after confessing your feelings and subsequently fucking in a closet? You knew how to react to hook-ups, and you knew how to react to confessions, but both? At the same time? Your head spun.
โI- That-โ He struggled to gather his words as each consonant slipped through his fingers like fine sand. He, a past valedictorian, had been left dumb. โI did,โ he croaked out. โYou?โ
โOf course, you did.โ You laughed, the sound more metallic than youโd intended. โIโm gonna start next week.โ
โCool,โ Jungkook replied.
The silence thickened the air between you like smog. The minute stretched on for forever, the pair of you waiting for the other to break the silence first in an unannounced game of chicken.
โI just-โ โI donโt-โ
Your voices overlapped each other, causing you to exchange awkward grins.
Jungkook cleared his throat. โCan I start?โ
You told him to go ahead.
โI just wanted you to know that I meant what I said about liking you.โ He rubbed his nape. โI didnโt mean for what happened to happen, but I donโt regret it.โ
His gaze burned into your own as if he were searching for any clues as to what you felt. It was terrifying, the sincerity in which it pierced you. But you had no want to run from it. Not anymore.
โI donโt regret it, either,โ you said. โPlus, that mightโve been one of the hottest hook-ups Iโve ever had.โ
He blushed. โAnd about the โme liking youโ part?โ
You dragged your chair closer to his. โAfter the way you treated me, how could I not?โ
It took him a moment to compose himself, back ramrod straight as goosebumps ran down his arms at the turn he hadnโt expected the conversation to take. He anxiously glanced at the row behind where you two sat, teeth biting into his bottom lip in a way you found infatuating. You were thankful to every god out there that he had been caught in traffic that first day and forced to sit in the back row beside you. Jungkook, who had been nothing more than a cute, grade-conscious stranger at the time.
The minute it took for him to steel his nerves was worth it, you found out.
Just in time, the professor walked through the door and began taking attendance. You were so focused on waiting that you jumped when Jungkookโs hand began trailing up and down your thigh.
Your eyes widened.
โDid you really like it?โ he whispered.
โLike what?โ
โThe way I treated you.โ
There were thousands of ways you couldโve affirmed his statement, but you settled for a nod.
His hand moved up your inner thigh, nearing your crotch. The upward jerk of your hips caused a satisfied smirk to settle on his lips. โIf you want to continue being my good pet, then donโt make a sound.โ
So enthralled were you in his touch that you hadnโt realized that your professor had called you. Twice.
โPresent,โ you yelled, embarrassed by the startled shakiness in your tone.
โGood pet,โ he praised, rubbing harder through your clothes. โYou want more?โ
Jungkook licked his fingers with a nymph gaze. With his free hand, he unbuttoned your pants.
Paranoid, you glanced around the lecture hall.
โDonโt kid yourself,โ his low tone caused goosebumps to run across your arms. โI know a common whore like you wants to be stared at while being used.โ
His hand dipped into your underwear, moving directly to your hole. He rubbed the area around it before inserting a finger into you, deliciously wiggling it around. His spit allowed it to smoothly enter you with a soft โsquishโ.
In front, the lesson had begun. Not that you could pay attention. Your focus zeroed in on the intoxicating slowness in which Jungkook made a toy out of you, hand moving back and forth.
โCan someone please read the first section on page 130?โ
You froze as your professor began glancing up and down the rows in search of a prospect, disappointed at the disinterested gazes of her students. This would be the time that, like clockwork, Jungkookโs arm would raise. And yet it stayed, connected to you below the table.
A historical moment: Jungkook not volunteering.
Instead, he did something entirely different.
You gasped when he grabbed your arm and made you raise your hand.
โGreat,โ the professor acknowledged you, gesturing you to begin.
You quickly flipped through the pages, hands shaking when you realized that Jungkook wouldnโt stop. If anything he began to finger you faster, hitting the area that caused spots to cloud your vision.
Your voice shook as you read out the passage. Scattered letters chased each other on the page; your eyes raced to keep up with them. Had the words always been so small?
Jungkook had fingered you dumb enough to forget how to read.
โThough scholars believed thatโโ He pushed his fingers directly against your most sensitive spot. โโThat, um, though they believed thatโโ
You accidentally made eye contact with a few of your classmates, their impatience with your slow pace making it hard for you to wring the words into sentences. Your voice came out breathy yet stilted, guttural stops after every few words.
When you finished the section, you leaned against the back of your chair in relief as the class resumed. Jungkook, however, was a stranger to giving you breaks, simply speeding his ministrations.
The feeling in the pit of your stomach heightened the faster he went. Your eyes bounced around the nearby rows to check if anyone noticed the slight creaking sound that came from this new speed, but were reassured to find that everyone was busy analyzing a chart on the projector.
When you turned to face him, you were pleased to find that half of his notes were in scribbles. Youโd be quite offended if your tightness around his fingers werenโt at least a bit of a distraction to the star pupil. You had half a mind to joke about fucking one of your classmates to borrow their notes to lend to him just so that heโd jealousy-fuck you the moment class dismissed. You were just about to when you felt it โ that tell-tale tightening.
โJungkook,โ you whispered, your legs beginning to shake. โIโm coming.โ
His lips brushed against the lobe of your ear. โCum for me then, slut.โ
You breathed so heavily from holding back your moans that you became lightheaded, lost in the euphoria of your danger-filled release. The world was but a blur as you crumpled into your seat exhausted. You hadnโt even realized how Jungkookโs fingers slipped out of you, nor how he buttoned you up and kissed your forehead.
Above, the bell ringing signalled the end of the class, alongside the routine sounds of chairs scraping against hardwood floors and stationary being stuffed into totes and backpacks.
The two of you were left alone in the classroom, eyes finding one another in the solitude.
You grinned, still in a daze. โThere isnโt a CCTV in here, right?โ
He moved you onto the desk, hands gripping your hips. โEven if there was, would you care?โ
And the answer was โnoโ, you didnโt. As long as you were wrapped in your seatmateโs warmth and greeted with his shy yet teasing smiles, you wouldnโt have cared where he touched you. What couldโve been a one morning stand began a series of trysts both public and private, and you both wouldnโt have had it any other way.

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Crybaby - 3 (m)
โ synopsis: he calls you crybaby, crybaby. but you donโt fucking care.
alt: Jungkook doesnโt want to leave you.

โณ pairing: jungkook x reader
โณ genre: smut, fluff
โณ rating: r-18/18+
โณ word count: 12k
โณ warnings: the usual dom!jk x sub! reader, ddlg themes, reader is small in height, degrading terms, heโs aggressive this chapter YIKES, jungkook gets turned on seeing you cry, manhandling, uses of rope and a vibrator, kinky sex, size kink, multiple orgasms, rough intercourse, jkโs a sadist, throat fucking, dirty talk, teasing, very possessive jk, and aftercare!!! thereโs also some tooth melting fluff to (hopefully) balance everything out ;)
A/n: Before anything else, I want to repeat saying that everything written here is purely fictional, consensual, and doesnโt mirror the mentioned artistsโ personality in real life.

Jungkook thinks youโre the most adorable person in the entire world.
โHow did you even fall in love with me?โ you ask innocently, resting your head on his lap as you both let Edward Scissorhands play in the background. You didnโt even want to watch it in the first place but of course, a little bit of his desperate โpleaseโ and puppy eyes always wins your meek heart.
He wraps his hand around your jaw, leaning down to kiss your lips tenderly. Giggling from the sudden impromptu kiss, you feel his soft, supple lips fondle with your own so gingerly. His grip on you tightens before he pulls away with a smirk, noticing the blush on your cheeks.
โSo suddenly, baby?โ Jungkook mutters as he feeds you a spoonful of Reeseโs ice cream he holds in one hand. Looking down at your endearing face, he replies, โDonโt you remember our arcade date? Thatโs when I confessed my love to you.โ
โYeah, butโฆโ you ponder, โDid you plan it all along?โ
Jungkook shuts his eyes before giggling, his dimples peeking through his cheeks. Watching black strands of hair fall down right in front of his eyes as you gaze at him in confusion. Jungkook just sits there. โWell, thereโs this exact moment when I knew that I just had to make you mine.โ
Keep reading
Good morning!
Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, lovers;
WARNINGS: smut!, fingering, nipple playing, a little dirty talk, some daddy kink, praising kink, slightly choking;
Description: Waking up in the morning beside your boyfriend, Jungkook, can be a real surprise.
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The morning light breaks through the red cortains of your room, little dust particles visible in the air. The room is drowned in silence, the TV you left on last night, now turned off, the packs of the Chinese food you had, thrown on the floor, beside one of your bed's legs, as well with your clothes and a -now- empty bottle of wine.
You slowly open your eyes, your eyelids feeling so heavy, thanks to the good sleep you had. You softly groan in frustation when you realise the courtains are opened, your sleepy eyes trying to adjust to the morning light. Who left them opened?!
You decide to turn on your side, planning to hide under your blanket and go back to sleep.
'Mmm...'
Your suddently change of position causes your boyfriend to shift his place, his arms wrapping protectively around your waist, tugging you closer at his chest until you are pressed flat on his naked body. You are taken aback, the feeling of bare skin on bare skin sending a shiver down your spine, your nipples slowly starting to erect under the warm touch. You can feel your cheeks staring to heat up, images of last night playing in your mind. You can feel Jungkook's softly breathe playing on forhead, his chest rising and falling in a slowly rithm. You rise your head, softly pecking his chin. A hum escapes his parted lips so you continue.
You start kissing along his jaw, hands starting to slowly rub circles on his back. You can feel the muscles of his back tensing under your touch. Kissing down his neck, you shift closer, putting one tigh over his hip, causing his downer parts to press on yours. Jungkook lets out a soft moan when you slightly nibble on his ear lobe. Suddently you are aware of the well-known feeling between your tighs. You can feel Junkook getting harder, his erection pocking your downer parts.
You part your tighs, licking your lips at the sight of his hard member. You decide then to have some fun, allowing your hand travel down his spine and over the round of his butt, your lips ghosting over his bare chest, leaving open mouthed kisses along his collarbones. Jungkook's breathe incrases when you sink your teeth hard into the soft flesh of his shoulder. You look up. Nope, he is still sleeping.
Going downer and downer, in a path of wet kisses, you wrap your lips around the softness of one of his nipples. Knowing how much Jungkook loves when you do this, you start sucking softly. A muffled moan comes from your boyfriend.
'Y-Y/N...'
You squeeze one of his ass cheeks, looking up at him while sucking harder. Jungkook is awake now, staring down at you, confussion written on his face. Pleasure washes over his face when you nibble on the velvet skin.
'W-what are you doing...?' he asks with his morning raspy voice. It sends shivers down your spine and straight to your core. You send him a playful smirk and let go of his-now- red nipple. 'My way of saying good morning.' you say and colide your lips on his, in a hungry kiss. He respondes fast, cupping your face and pulling you closer to him, wanting to get more of you. You part your lips, welcoming his warm tongue, closing your eyes and relaxing.
You always loved the way he kissed you, the taste of him, the warmth of his mouth, the gentleness of his kisses and the roughness of them. You moan into his mouth when he starts sucking on your tongue, softly at first. He always menages to blow your mind with only one kiss, like now. Jungkook starts sucking harder, the harshen of his teeth noticeable, making you whimper, as you tangle your fingers in his long hair, tugging gently on his locks.
After a good period of time, where you two fought with your tongues in an atempt to dominate eachother , you decide to give up. With a smirk on his face, Jungkook makes his way down your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses, his lips parted for his warm and wet tongue to taste your skin, turning you into a whimpering mess.
A gasp escapes your mouth when he bites a sensitive spot right under your ear, arching your back when he begins to suck harsh on the skin. He turned you into a whinning mess only with his lips on your skin, he barely touched you but you can already feel yourself dripping. His scent fills your nose's senses when he pushes his face between you breasts, his tongue drawing wet circles on your heated skin.
He loves the way your heart beats faster, he can feel it and he can swear he wants nothing more in this life than seeing you going crazy under his touch, he adores the effect he has on you. He loves you so much and he wants to give you everything he has. Jungkook's attaches his mouth around one of your nipples, causing you to pull harder on his locks. He groans in both pain and pleasure, but sucks harder the little bud, wanting to give you a payback for earlier.
'J-Jungkook.. ' you whimper his name.
Looking up at you with a devilish smirk on his beautiful face, he plays with your sensitive nipple between his teeth, making you close your eyes in pleasure.
'What happened, princess?' he asks with a cocky voice, cleary enjoying how frustred you are.
When you don't answer, he lets go of it with a wet sound, that sends another blushing shade on your already heated cheeks. Whinning, you guide his hand between your tighs.
'I need more...' you manege to say.
Your boyfriend groans in pleasure, feeling how wet you are. He can feel his member growing harder and harder. He spreads your legs apart, wanting to take a look of what he already owns. Licking his lips he starts moving his palm in slowly circles along your bud of nerves.
'Fuck...look how wet you are!" he says, with a hoarse voice, almost groaning the words.
You hum in pleasure, moving your hips to get more friction, making his smirk go wider. Taking his time he leaves a path of kisses, starting from under your breasts, and covering your stomach. He kisses around your belly button, circling it with his tongue, his eyes never leaving your face.
'You look so beautiful, princess...' he whispers, inserting one long finger inside your needy hole.
You moan loud, blushing from the compliment. One of the things you loved about your boyfriend were his beautiful hands. You swear you could die for his hands, his delicious veins pomping out along his wrists and his long fingers driving you crazy every time he holds something or wears his rings. This is one of the first things you noticed about him.
You remember your first date, you kept staring at his hands, wondering how they would they feel around your neck. You are pulled back to reality when Jungkook sinks another finger in you, his name leaving your lips. Your head starts spinning when he curls his fingers right on your sweet spot, you moan his name again.
'Does it feel good, baby?' he asks, already knowing the answer. When you nod, he pushes his fingers deeper, hitting your spot harder. 'Use words, baby!' he demands. You nod your head again, but this time you replay him.
'Yes, daddy...'
Satisfied by your answer, he starts moving his fingers in and out of you, curling them on the place he knows you like them the most. He stares at your face and he swears he never saw something more beautiful than your face controled in pleasure, the pleasure caused by him. He can sense your orgasm is close by the shake of your tighs, so he moves his digits in a faster peace, making you throw your head back, moaning louder and louder.
He takes this as an advantage and wraps his hand around your throat, giving it a firm squeeze, enough to send you over the edge. He leaves love kisses along your chest and your shoulders. 'You are so beautiful, my angel...' he whispers on your skin. 'I can stare at you all day long, I love every curve of your body, every inch of skin, every sound you make or every move you do.' He knows how much you love being praised.
You clench around his fingers, semnaling him you are about to cum, the knot in your belly begging to be relised.
'It's alright, princess, cum on daddy's fingers. Let daddy know how much you love his fingers!'
Holding on his wrist when he goes faster, you squeeze your eyes tight, screaming his name for all neighbors to hear, cumming hard when he curls his fingers once more, inside of you.
'Jung- ah!'
He wraps his arm around you, hugging you close at his chest, driving circles with his palm on your wet clit. You whine loud, squeezing your tighs over his wrist, in an atempt to stop him, sensitive from the orgasm and you bite on his shoulder, receiving a groan from him and a slap down there which intensifies your reliese, making you see stars.
As you come back to your senses, he hugs you closer, placing your tigh over his hip. He stares at you for a while, placing a delicate kiss on your sweaty forhead, humming in aproval. You try to regulate your breathes, your head falling on his toned chest. 'You did great baby, you are so gorgeous when you come' you hear him saying.
You hide your face on his chest, planting a small kiss right on the place his heart is. Looking up at him, you smile. 'Good morning!' you say in a soft voice.
And then he realises he was wrong. The most beautiful sight is not your pleasured face. It's your smile in the morning.
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A/N: here is my very first smut, I hope I haven't done something wrong! I hope you all enjoy it! I am sorry for the eventual mistakes! Credit to the owner of the gif.
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Jealous jungkookie because another idol flirted with his s/o maby make it a little smutty but still have a cute bunny baby kooks , love your writing by the way ๐

"Y/N!"
Jungkook's arm wrapped more around you, tugging you closer to his chest, while you were not even paying attention to him, too busy talling to Jackson. You giggled and blushed at one of his compliments about your dress. Jungkook pouted then, feeling so unwanted. He was your boyfriend, while were you ignoring him?
"You look stunning tonight, miss Y/N!" Jackson sais, staring up and down your figure. It looks likke he forgot about Jungkook's presence too, both of you did, apparently.
Jungkook's grip on your hip grew tighter and you had to bite back a whimper, slightly jumping. You stared up at your boyfriend's eyes, he was staring into yours, giving you a very unpleased look. You gulped and tried to smile at him, but when his hand slid down your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, your smile faded away and you tried your best to not move or make a sound, in front of Jackson.
Then he leaned in and whispered hot into your right ear, loud enough for Jackson to hear "Babe, I am horny." Your eyes widened in shook and you blushed hard, sending him a death glare.
Looking straight into Jackson's eyes, with a huge smirk on his face, Jungkook bowed his head "Please excuse us, hyung. My girl, right here, promised me a reward, last night" and by that, he took you to the hall way, of the expensive and huge house, the party was holden in.
Next thing you knew, you were pressed on a cold wall, with your boyfriend attaching your neck, making you gasp into the loud music. His lips worked on your exposed neck, leaving purple marks behind, where his mouth sucked on. He lifted up your tighs, holding them with a firm hold that he hoped it will leave marks on.
You had your tighs wrapped around his middle now, while your hands found their place into his soft and dark locks, tugging them. Jungkook started to roll his hips, his boner pressed against your bare core. Jungkook smirked when you moaned and arched your back, his black jeans ghosting over your exposed clit.
Since the dress was long, he made you not wear panties and you gave in to his cute faces and aegyo, rolling your eyes.
Jungkook rubbed himself more on you, making you groan, feeling your orgasm approching, but then.
"I am still your bunbun, right?"
He asked out of no where, giving you a huge pout.
Author's note: glad you do, anon โค
Uhm..Alpha Jk please!๐ hes very overprotective over his s/o and makes you stay by his side at all times and makes you wear cute babygirl clothes and hshs tyyyโฅ๏ธ

"Daddy ?"
Jungkook's head popped from behind the closet's door, staring at you, who were sitting on your bed. You had your knees pulled up at your chest, playing with your fingers. He smiled, because you looked so small and fragile like that, almost like a little lost kitten.
And oh, how much he loved it, to know you are an omega and he is the strong alpha, always having to protect you, always helping you with even small things, like opening a bottle or a jar for you and even the jelly bears pack, sometimes. And you enjoyed it, enjoyed how imposing and misterious he was always, making you feel so small, even if you weren't the short or skinny type, you were head over heels for him.
"Yes, kitten?"
You blushed and showed him a mad pout, trying to act annoyed. You were not a kitten, you were a wolf, not a little fragile baby kitten. He smirked, because he knew you secretly like being called like that, he knew you too well, so he know that you won't ever admit that to him, as well.
"I am not a kitten, daddy!" You huffed and puffed, crossing your arms over your chest. A 'cute' escaping his lips, making your blush creep on your face. You pouted more when he dissapeared again into the closet, but he came back quickly, holding a cute, purple t-shirt and a light pink skirt. "Look what I found, baby!"
You blushed and clapped your hands. You had to admit, you loved when he was dressing you up all cute and like he wanted to, you liked feeling dominated of him, even in a cute way. You got up fast and pecked his cheek, taking the clothes and dressed up.
He smiled wide, seeing how cute you are and you looked away, blushing more. "Sit on bed baby." You nodded your head and did so. Jungkook took a pair of white knee socks, which you liked so much and kneeled in front of you "I can put them alone, daddy- "
But Jungkook took one of your legs up, planting a kiss on your ankle and up your long leg and thigh, making you blush.
"Let me do that for you, kitten!"
credit to the owner of the gif;
Hello!๐ maybe a lil College boyfriend Jungkook drabble?๐๐
College Boyfriend Jungkook~

Possessive boyfriend;
Wants your attention every minute;
Clingy as fuck;
You think this could be annoying, but he is too sweet to blame him;
Loves seeing you dressed in his jacket, not only to keep you warm but for others to see you are his;
He is a jealous type, he would be straight to point whenever he sees everyone around you;
You are his and his only;
He would give up on a night out with the boys only to come over and cuddle you;
Making out on couch is his favourite thing;
Loves having you on his lap so he can push his face between your breasts;
Acts like a baby when ever he wants something from you;
You can't say no to his puppy eyes;
He loves helping you with homework;
Golden maknae, he is good at everything, everyone loves him;
He doesn't mind any girl who shamelessly flirts with him, he only has eyes for you;
Leaves notes in your locker;
Flirts with you all day long, sometimes as a joke;
Playfully dork;
Stares at you in class and gets detention for not paying attention to the lesson;
Leaves a rose on your desk when you are late;
Makes up with you because he fell asleep last night and couldn't help you with that project by leaving your favourite StarBucks coffee on your desk;
~ NSFW โขยฐโยฐโข
He slightly manipulates you;
Pouting and whinning, acting sad so you can give up on your plans with the girls and come over to watch a movie;
Movie nights are never movie nights;
They lead to making love on the couch;
He really loves that couch;
He loves it when you ride him and play in his hair;
He loves your moans the most;
He is a dom in bed or like...couch :)) ;
Would tease you the next day:
Loves having control over you;
This is why he loves picking up outfits for school so you will wear them for him;
Makes you wear short skirts only so he will punish you after classes into an empty class room, because a guy stared at your ass, as if it was your fault; ๐
Loves being called daddy;
Can you write something about domination and kook? I'm in LOVEEE with him rn๐๐
Did you check my Jungkook fanfictions?โบ๏ธ๐ Full of dom Kook.
https://pinkcottonmochi.tumblr.com/post/189014053606/good-morning

https://pinkcottonmochi.tumblr.com/post/618547070573428736/hello-maybe-a-lil-college-boyfriend-jungkook

https://pinkcottonmochi.tumblr.com/post/617834697616228352/jealous-jungkookie-because-another-idol-flirted

https://pinkcottonmochi.tumblr.com/post/617839062407102464/uhmalpha-jk-please-hes-very-overprotective

Hope you'll enjoy them! ๐๐ซ
oh okie iโm can you do a mafia!au with jungkook where y/n is rlly smol n cute so heโs realllll possessive of her n one of his โallyโsโ keeps flirting w her during meetings n heโs finally like sheโs mine and iโm hers and say that again n ill break ur dick n he takes her to their bedroom and yโknow proves that sheโs his ;) you can change how you like to make it more comfy ik itโs really detailed

He couldn't take more of this. It wasn't enough of his death glare, his eye rolls or scoffs, for that man to stop flirting with you. It wasn't enough the fact he cracked his neck many of times, showing how annoyed he was by this situation.
And you? You were shamelessly blushing at that man's words, looking down and giggling. Enough was enough.
Rising up to his legs, Jungkook slammed the stock of his gun on the table, as well as his free palm, making everyone's blood freeze in their veins and for you to snap your head on his way. He was death glaring the man, his nostrils puffed, the veins on his neck proeminent.
"Fucking.Stop.Staring.And.Flirting.With.My.Girlfiriend!" he hisses, between clenched teeth. The man was trembling in his chair, scared for his life. But Jungkook was too busy to grab your arm, pulling you up from the hard chair and taking you to your room where he threw you on the bed.
Closing the door after him and turning around to face you, he demanded you to strip. "B-But..." you tried to protest, but the stare on his face made your words die on your tongue. You obeyed him, taking off your clothes, slightly blushing.
But Jungkook didn't think of being gentle, gripping on your throat, choking you hard, he pulled you to him, capturing your mouth into a heated kiss. You moaned against his lips, giving him space to push his tongue into your mouth, caressing every place of the warm cave.
You winced in pain when his palm colided on your ass cheek with force, leaving the skin red. "You are fucking mine!" He growled in your ear, his words followed by a harder spank of his palm.
Forcing you to your knees with one hand, taking his belt off with the other one, Jungkook took out his already half cock and pressed the tip on your pink lips. He slapped it on them many times, making you whimper and your cheeks heat even more.
"Do you want my cock?" He teased, smirking and cocking one eyebrow at you. You nodded your head, kissing the velvet mushroom tip.
"Then I'll show you who do you belong to!"
He warned, forcing your mouth open and sliding his cock inside of it.
เนเธลลแง ษงแงเนะณฤฑษ ะณฮตเธจษฮตะณ ร สฮตฯล สเธลษขสฯฯส (drabble)

โชAnon request: "I love your writing so much ๐, and the fact you don't write angst so much makes my weak heart happy ๐ Could you please make a bunny hybrid Jungkook or a bunny hybrid reader and make Jungkook a soft Dom with a size kink ๐Keep up the great work ๐"
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Jungkook opened the door of your shared apartment, almost dropping the boxes into his arms. He groaned, catching them in the last moment, closing the door behind him, with his foot. Because of the heavy rain in the last period, the delivery guy simply refused to come deliver the packs. Your packs. So Jungkook had to go pick them up, by himself.
When he took you home, from the shelter, where they informed him about you and your heats, even if he was warned about it, he didn't expect your heats to appear this fast. It hit you days ago when, you and your owner, Jungkook, were cuddling in the couch. It started with you rubbing your nose on his neck, making him shiver and giggle, telling you how cute you were. But then, your tongue pocked out, daring to graze it against his neck.
But before he could react or say anything... you got up, running straight to your room, where you started to rub yourself on the soft material of a pillow. You liked Jungkook and you knew that. You did from the first moment he put a step in that shelter he escaped you from, your nose immediately picking up his scent. But, you didn't want to risk on him kicking you out of his house. Well, he wouldn't, because he is a good person, but you were sure he didn't like you in that way. Or, this is what you thought.
Jungkook put the cartoon boxes on the kitchen's counter, taking off his wet hoodie. "Y/N! Your boxes are here." He said, blushing, because he knew what was inside of them. Sex toys you begged him to let you buy, because of your heats. He heard the door of your room slowly opening, your bunny ears appearing from after the corner. Jungkook gasped, feeling his air caught in his lungs.
You looked so small into his oversized hoodie, which wasn't even reaching half of your thighs, the contrast between the pink material and your white, fluffy bunny ears, making you look so small to him. "Is that my hoodie? It was in the lundry basket." He asked, even if he knew the answer. You blushed, looking away of him, playing with one of your flabby ears. "Your scent calms me." You whispered, making your way towards him, for taking the boxes from the counter, planning to go into your room to resolve your problem.
But Jungkook grabbed your wrist before you could touch the boxes, pulling you at his chest, making you let out a whimper. He was so strong. You were so small and fragile in his grip. "I refused to try to find a male hybrid to breed you, because I fucking hate the idea of someone's hands on you." He whispered with low voice, making your eyes grow wide. "But I can't stand the fact you're there, beside my room, rubbing your sweet cunt on every surface but not my face."
You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, Jungkook pushed himself om you, pressing you against the wall. You moaned and whimpered, answering the kiss back, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure when he pressed his muscular thigh between yours, your throbbing clit begging for attention.
"P-Please fuck me, master." You whimpered, before sucking his tongue into your mouth, up and down, making him cup your heat with his hand. He smirked, growling when he realised you were not wearing underwear. Getting away of you, you stared at him cleaning your wetness off of his fingers.
"This is what I am intending to, little bunny."
Whatโs Mine is Mine

Description: You caught his eye from day one. As far as Jungkook was concerned, you were always meant to be his.
Genre: Smut (18+)
Word Count: 19.1k
Warnings: Jealous behavior, possessive streaks (a lotโฆ), masturbation, sexting, phone sex, elements of D/S, rough sex, slight impregnating kink, breathplay, degrading names, and copious amounts of dirty talk in general, continued disregard for safe sex THAT SHOULD NOT BE COPIED.
A/N: This wasnโt supposed to be this long. :โ) But the thirst leads where the thirst wants to go. Also, formatting is seriously a bitch on here, so if you see anything weird or out of place, please do let me know. :โ)
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A Jeon Jeongguk fanfic, by jeonggukkiss.
Tough | mom!reader x ceo!dad!jk with a little bit of reader x yoongi | smut, angst, fluff, slow burn, slice of life ! au series
Warnings for this chapter:ย semi edited, nari cries :(( , y/n also cries, angsty chap, yoongi cries too D: , stalker-ish jk, graphic depictions of being chased by a whole security team, besties... im scared to tell you this... hella sad breakup, yoongi says fucked up shit when heโs mad, scary situations that requires y/n & nari to move houses, y/n experiences a panic attack, more to be added
Chapter 3
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2019
"Nari, please stop making a mess of your food." You sighed at the 3 year old, who was silently crying while trying to eat. You picked up an already wet napkin to wipe at her chin, silently praying she stops crying soon or else she'll be too sleepy for the rest of the day.
She tried to cover up a sob but you heard it clearly. Feeling guilty for scolding her, you picked her up and sat her on your lap while the television idly played.
"I'm sorry, baby, really, uncle Yoonie, Hobi, Namu and Jinnie can't come celebrate your birthday today, but, you know, at least Eomma's here." You assure her with a tight lipped smile as you rubbed her back and pushed back her hair that had fallen to her face.
"No leave E-eomma." She cries into your chest as she hugs you. Your heart broke seeing your daughter miss her uncles. You wanted to cry with her. But this was for the best. You pray that this was for the best.
It would have been better if Nari grew up without any knowledge, memories of them.
You vividly remember the fight you and Yoongi had. Last week while Nari was asleep.
"You shouldn't have told me you wanted something more if you're going to act all entitled about it!"
"Entitled?! We're in a relationship and have a daughter that's turning three next week! I'm not being entitled, I am practically acting like your girlfriend because I am! And I act like this, it's because I care about you, Min Yoongi!" You snapped at him.
"Then don't suffocate me if you care about me! And daughter?! Nari is not my daughter! Mind you, she's Jeongguk's for fuck's sakes! You're always so clingy and-and just so suffocating to be around with, don't you have a kid to take care of rather than wasting time rubbing your affection all over me?! Or are you too much of an annoying loner to do anything other than that?"
And in silence, you hear your heart break again. For the second time since 2 years ago. But this time, the pain was doubled.
"We should've just stayed as damn friends." He muttered as he looked down, breathing heavily. The whole room was filled with heaviness. Your heart felt heavy as well.
You curled your fingers, feeling the hot tears streaming down your face. You didn't want him to see how weak he made you, so you aggressively wiped them with your palms and sniffled quietly before you looked up at him.
"Yeah.You're right, Iโyou know what? I think it's better if we're strangers again from now on. Don't come to visit me after this or I'll leave and you'll never see me and Nari ever again. I did it once, I don't see why I can't do it twice." You kept your voice steady as you try to keep your tears at bay. He takes a moment to digest your words, then looks up and quickly shakes his head, finally realizing his mistake.
He walks towards you and wraps his arms around you, regret eating at his subconscious. He sobs as he nuzzles his head in your neck.
But you didn't react, even though you wanted to hug him tightly and never let go.
You're not a fool, you were not going to allow yourself to be a fool. You ignored the red flags the first time with Jeongguk. You weren't going to again, this time with Yoongi.
"Y/N, I'm sorry, I-I was just stressed about work and mad and โ please don't leave me, please I-"
"The door's right there, Yoongi."
You haven't seen or heard from Yoongi ever since he went out the door. You then told the 3 other men โ as nicely as you can โ that they were not allowed to see Nari too. They were puzzled, hurt even, and wanted to protest but they didn't. They knew they had to respect your decisions.
Even if it hurts them. Even if it hurts you.
Your heart was still hurting, very much, but you did everything that could distract you. You always focused on Nari but sometimes even looking at her hurt you. Every time you looked at her Yoongi's voice crashed through your ear.
"Nari is not my daughter!"
You shivered and blinked back to reality, realizing that your daughter had fallen asleep on your lap, her tears were drying on her supple cheeks. You sighed and leaned back onto the couch, grabbing the blanket beside you and covering you both.
This has become a routine for you both, Nari crying because she misses her uncles, you comforting her while trying to hold back your tears, her finally falling asleep on your lap. And when she was asleep, it was your turn to cry.
You finally let out a few tears, trying to reign back your sobs to not wake up the little girl sleeping. Before, you had everything under control, everything planned. How you were supposed to raise Nari all on your own. Now you regret all your decisions.
You shouldn't have let them meet her.
You shouldn't have let them visit her, or take her out.
You should've just stayed away. You should've just kept your distance.
You should've never called Yoongi in the first place.
You cry harder, remembering everything the two of you did. How every memory you had with your daughter he was always somehow in them all.
You missed him, but you weren't going to act upon it.
So you built up the wall Yoongi had broken down, built it up twice as high so that not one person can climb over it. Built it up so strong, not one person can make it kiss the ground. Only you and Nari were on the other side of the wall. And that's fine by you.
You rested your hand onto Nari's back and shushed her as she whimpered in her sleep, probably dreaming of the man she calls appa again.
She had trouble sleeping at night, she had grown accustomed to the man she knows by now as her dad sleeping next to her, with her mom on her opposite side.
"How are we supposed to celebrate your birthdays now, baby?" You whisper as you stare into space, hand combing her hair as she sleeps soundly against you.
You had planned to take her out with Janyeon and Areum today but Areum said that Janyeon had daycare today. Which reminds you...
You have to apply Nari for daycare soon.
You were nervous, she had never been around that many kids, only with Janyeon. But Nari was smart, like really, really smart. She started to understand Korean and English words at 2 because you talk to her in both languages, sometimes you even mix them both in a sentence. Although she still blubbers, she's familiar with a few Hangul characters and English letters. You taught her shapes and numbers, and so far she's getting the hang of calling out the different colors around her.
She has shown great intelligence at her age. It made you think she's secretly Namjoon's twin.
You know she can handle anything education related, but you're nervous about how she'll cope with the sudden change of environment for her. Nari's a very open person to adults, since adults were the only people she was exposed to, you didn't know about children though.
You sighed as you sat up, carrying Nari with you as you stood, you walked to the bedroom to carefully lay her down on the bed. You tuck her in and start to contemplate your choices.
Either a, you call the helper that stays with Nari on times you went out and make her watch her for a few so you can go and apply Nari for next month's daycare program. Or b, you can just bring Nari with you.
But she's sleeping right now. Stupid, you thought to yourself.
You stood up and went out the room, walking down the hallway and into the small kitchen, sitting down at the dinner table, you picked up your phone out of your pocket and searched for the helper's contact.
"Yes, Eonni?"
"Hey, I'm sorry to be a bother but, I was wondering if you can watch Nari today?" You nervously pinched and played with your bottom lip as you talked on the phone.
"Today? Really? Isn't it her birthday?"
"Yes, but she's asleep right now so I think we'll be going out late this afternoon. I'll be quick, I just need to run a few errands."
"Oh sure, I'll be right down."
The good thing about your helper was that she was always one call away, she literally lived two floors above yours.
You wait for the helper, leaving some money on the dinner table, and draping your coat on your arm as you get your purse. When she came, you exchanged a few words and laughed before you went out into the cold Seoul morning.
You walked a few blocks, crossed a few streets, and saw the playground near the daycare Janyeon goes to. And just in time to see Areum walking out onto the sidewalk. Her gaze mets yours and after being surprised, she smiles widely.
"Eonni! Are you finally enrolling Nari?" She reaches you and wraps her arms with yours, walking the same direction with you. You nod and she squeals in excitement while you chuckle.
"I've been telling you since I saw how she pointed at Hangul characters! And did you know she speaks a bit of English!? You got a gifted one!" You playfully scoff while trying to hide your proud smile as you both walk into the daycare, kids running around and screams of happiness were heard in a few rooms.
She obviously got it from me, you thought. You didn't have a whole wall dedicated full of your medals and certificates of academic excellence recognition at your parents' house for nothing.
"Hello, welcome! Are you two enrolling?" A teacher notices your entrance and approaches you both. Your sister shakes her head as she points at you.
"I have my son enrolled here already, he's in class Sunshine 2, Go Janyeon. My sister here is planning to enrol her daughter." She says as the teacher nods happily.
"Oh! That's wonderful news! Let me assist you to our director, you're just in time, we have a new program this winter." She walks you both through the colourful hallways, stopping at the only room that looked more professional amidst the child-friendly design the whole daycare had.
"Just sit there and he'll be with you in a minute." She opens the room and points to the two chairs in front of a desk. You both comply and sit. After a few moments the director comes in.
And my, was he something.
"Good morning. Welcome to Seoul Central Daycare, or in our words, a galaxy that holds the brightest stars of the future. I heard you have a star to enroll here?" The director greets you both in a deep voice, with a smile as he sits onto the chair behind the desk.
He reaches for your sister's hand to shake it and then turns to you, stopping a bit to stare at your features, before reaching for your hand, shaking it slowly with a soft smile.
"Yes, I actually have my son enrolled here, Go Janyeon, if you know him." Your sister starts. She figured you would be clueless how to handle these kinds of situations, it was your first time handling something that helped shape Nari's future, so she had to talk and she took first charge of the situation.
"Ah yes, that cute one has the most stars this week on his goodie chart, the daycare teachers love him." The director chuckles before letting your sister continue.
"Actually, my sister here wants to enroll her daughter, she's three years old, and she's very gifted." She nods at you and you smile, again holding back the proud look you had.
"Oh? And her name is?" He turns to you and once he looks at you, he smiles again.
"Her name is Cha Nari, and I'm her mom, Cha Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you sir..." You trailed off, not knowing what to call him.
"Park Seojoon, but I prefer Seojoon, if you will, and the pleasure is all mine." He sneakily sends you a wink before smiling. You felt your eyebrows raise in surprise and you awkwardly smiled, looking down a bit as you were caught a bit off guard.
Woah, that was smooth but why do I have the sudden urge to laugh, you thought.
"Gifted you say?" He asks you, his smile never falling. Your sister notices the exchange and catches on to what the director was doing.
She stands up quickly, making you both look at her.
"I'm really sorry, but I have to go to do important errands, I'll be back to pick up Janyeon later. You can handle it from here on out, right Eonni?" She asks you as she heads for the door. You nod and she smiles and winks at you before she's out.
You turned back to the director but he was already looking at you, a fond smile on his face. You blushed, embarrassed, and then you cleared your throat.
"She's a very smart girl. Last year, she started picking up on the Korean and English language, and she recognises some Hangul characters and English letters, she's very good at memorization. Right now, I'm slowly teaching her how to identify colors. She's a curious girl, and is open and enthusiastic to learn one new thing every day." You say in a faint smile, feeling proud of how Nari was progressing every day.
"I see, and when can I meet this angel if you are going to enroll her here?" He asks as he places his chin on his palm, staring at you in awe.
"Uhm, when she starts daycare? I guess?" You shrugged and smiled confusedly at him.
Why is this man flirting with me? I'm literally just trying to enroll my daughter. The voice in your head exasperatedly comments.
He chuckles and leans back, his arms reaching down his desk and he pulls out a pen and paper. He writes down something on the back of it before speaking.
"Here's an enrollment form, the school banking information is in there, Nari's information, a copy of her health records, an emergency contact, a copy of her birth certificate and other requirements are stated there, it's fine if you pass this form and the requirements on the day you enroll her. If you have questions, numbers are on there as well." He passes you the paper.
You picked it up from his hold and thanked him before folding it neatly and placing it in your white tote bag. You stood up, him following suit.
"Ms. Cha, I would like to meet you again, not professionally, if that's possible." He rounds over the table to finally stand in front of you.
Huh?
Your brain short circuited for a bit.
You still for a bit, staring at his chest. He was so tall, taller than Namjoon, you could say, your head only meeting just a bit above his chest. You looked up and saw his eyes already piercing yours.
You stare at him and your knees straighten up, feeling just a tad bit intimidated under his gaze.
"You don't think I have a husband?" You ask him in a fake joking tone with a raised brow, hiding the annoyance in your tone, he tilts his head to the side before chuckling softly.
"Cha Nari, Cha Y/N, same surnames, most mothers use their husband's name on their child but I figured already. And you came here with your sister when most moms come here with their husbands or no one at all. I think it's safe to say that I'm asking a single mother for her friendship." He smiles and holds out his palm.
You smile and nod.
Where...
Does he get the audacity?
You were not one bit swayed with his attempts to flirt. You're a tough cookie to crack. He's up for a challenge.
"You're very smart." You pressed your palm into it intending to shake his hand but instead he brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly as a farewell. You chuckle lightly, a bit repulsed by the director's actions.
I swear if I don't get discounts on Nari's school fees, I'm gonโ
"Do you give all your clients this kind of greeting?" You interrupt your own train of thought with a fake high pitched laugh as he lets down your hand and walks beside you out into the hallway.
"Only you, ma'am. Hard to believe, I know, but I'm a very professional person." He winks down at you. You scoff and shake your head laughing. He then stops in front of a board that was filled with one by one sized pictures, you look closely and see that it was pictures of mothers, their names and their kids' names under the picture.
Pick-Up Person Board.
"Now don't be surprised. We have this board here for safety reasons, this board determines who picks up the child after school. If the mother wishes to change the pick up, she can request to add another picture. Do you mind if I take one of you today? Since you're already here." He proposes as he whips out his phone.
You nod and he told you to stand by the white wall next to the board. You fix your hair a bit and stand up straight. You smile at the camera for a few shots, he was adjusting every angle so your face was seen beautifully.
You genuinely laughed when he started to playfully angle himself and shoot like a photographer to a model.
"You're a natural, Ms. Cha!"
"Pssh! You! Are! Crazy!" You continued laughing at him while trying to stay still, but your face was all wrinkled in a happy giggle.
He's not all bad, I guess, comes commenting your conscience.
When he was done he stood up and you learned from his shoulder on your tiptoes, trying to view the pictures but his height was making it difficult for you. He laughs and shows you the pictures.
"You look beautiful, don't worry." He says as he swipes on the screen. You scoff again, his compliments having no effect on you. Turning off his phone, you both continue to walk.
You stop at the glass doors of the daycare and you turn to him. He smiles down at you in a fondness you can't decipher.
"I'll be waiting for Nari, and you, Ms. Y/N." He says as he opens the door for you. You laugh and walk out the door before turning to him again.
"Expect us to come soon, Mr. Seojoon." You wink, flirting back subtly just for the fun of it, before bowing and turning back to walk out the daycare grounds.
"Mhm, confirmed, she has you whipped." The guard at the side of the glass doors shifted his eyes between you and the man still staring at your walking form.
"Damn right, Wooshik, that woman is a living goddess." Seojoon speaks like he ran a marathon. No woman had that effect on him, not even the mother of his 5 year old son that he's divorced with.
"I'd say, when I saw her walk into the gates, I was shocked to find out she's a mom. I mean, she looks so young!" Wooshik adds as your walking form has disappeared further into the streets of Seoul. Seojoon leaned against Wooshik's guard desk and sighed.
"Her sister said her daughter's a gifted one. I think the kid's got it from her."
"Hyungs!" Called a new deep voice. They both looked at the direction the voice came from and waved simultaneously.
"Taehyung!"
Wooshik calls over the newcomer. The younger one came through the daycare's gates and stopped in front of them. He was carrying a grocery bag. He smiled and did their usual handshakes and hugs before going back to where he stood.
"You should've arrived sooner. There was a goddess who came by a little earlier before you." Wooshik nods his head at Seojoon, who was smiling at his phone.
"Goddess? Who?" Taehyung laughs as Seojoon practically swoons over his phone, fanning himself. He turns the phone to Taehyung, whose smile dropped and a shock expression now on his face.
"Her name's Cha Y/N. And she's by far the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life." Taehyung stares in shock at the elder's phone, he mindlessly drops the grocery bag he was holding
"Taehyung, you okay buddy?" Wooshik asks at the younger, who continues gaping at your smiling face.
"B-Butโ how? When?" He stutters out as he grabs a hold of Seojoon's phone. He studied your picture and swiped, seeing more of you, laughing and smiling.
"I told you, man, she was here earlier, enrolling her kid or something." Wooshik shrugged and turned to Seojoon.
"She was here to enroll her kid, and she said that the child's gifted, very smart from what I heard." Seojoon says, a smile never fading from his face. Taehyung nodded in silence, still and even more shocked. He picked up his grocery bag, and bid goodbye to his hyungs. Before he left though, he shouts by the gate of the daycare,
"Hyung! Do you think you can send me that picture?"

And then back in the dorm.
"I'm telling you, hyung! It's her!" Taehyung follows Jin around the place, screaming at the eldest as Jin tries his best to ignore him.
Everybody was wondering what's got into Tae, they had never seen him so panicky and loud unless it's his usual nonsense or something really important.
"Taehyung, she's gone. As far as I know, she left Korea. Stop believing lies." Jin simply and calmly answers the younger with a lie while he cooks. He knew what Taehyung is saying is true. But this is the best for all of them.
"Jin-hyung! Ugh! Why won't you listen to me! Sheโ" A ding from his pocket cut him off. His eyes widen as he fumbles around, and picks up his phone.
"It's her! I'm telling you it's her!" Taehyung screams just as soon as the three other men come inside, Yoongi and Jeongguk still asleep. Jimin laughs and sits down on the dining table, waiting for breakfast to start.
"What are you on about, Tae?" Jimin asks as soon as Taehyung stands at the head of the table, looking like a CEO ready to start a board meeting.
Taehyung got out his phone and placed it onto the table.
"I found Y/N." He says as a matter-of-fact as the others went to look into his phone. Jimin gasps and picks up the phone.
"What the fuck?! Is this really her?!" He asks as he stares at the picture on his phone. The woman who was smiling beautifully at the camera. Namjoon and Hoseok looked into the phone and then looked at each other, a sheer panic expression painted on their faces.
Jin turned around and cleared his throat just as soon as Yoongi came into the kitchen, followed by Jeongguk.
"Why is it so fucking loud this morning?" Yoongi grumbles as he walks over to the coffee maker.
"It's Y/N!" Jimin shouts. Yoongi stills and almost dropped the cup in his hands. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Jeongguk's head perk up at the mention of the woman. Yoongi turned around, cup forgotten on the counter.
He, Jin and Jeongguk approached the table. And they all leaned over to look at Taehyung's phone.
Everyone in the dorm was stuck in silence as they stared at your picture, a beautiful smile painting your face as you stared at the camera.
Another message came in, it was from Seojoon again, and it was a video. Jimin clicked it hurriedly and your face popped into the screen.
"You're a natural Ms. Cha!"
"Psssh! You! Are! Crazy!" You laugh as you try to smile at the camera but fail as you giggled loudly.
Seojoon Hyung: Isn't she the most beautiful person you've ever seen? I'm in love >.<.
A small chuckle was heard in the room, breaking the thick tension and silence. They all looked up to see Jeongguk smiling coldly.
"She's still here." He says as he watches you laugh into the camera.
It was so strange for him to hear your voice again. He didn't know what he felt. Anger? Regret? Sadness? He couldn't tell. But he prays he never sees you.
He prays your paths never cross each other again.
Or else he might not be able to stop himself.
"Seojoon? The one that owns the daycare down south?" Namjoon asks as he saw the message. Taehyung nods.
"He said she'd enrolled her kid there."
"She has a kid now?!" Jimin screams in shock. Jeongguk laughed in an obnoxiously loud way and the whole room quieted.
"She's a mom now. Wow. Happy birthday to me then." He shrugs as he walks to the counter to get his morning cereal.
Yoongi's eye twitches in annoyance. Hoseok, Namjoon and Seokjin looked at each other warily.
But they knew they couldn't say anything, they had to respect your choices. Yoongi quickly whips out his phone as well and makes a quick text.
"Okay, uhm, let's just eat breakfast." Jin says as he turned off and took Taehyung's phone from Jimin and handed it to the owner.
"But Y/Nโ"
"Clearly doesn't want anything to do with us. Leave her be, Taehyung." Yoongi cuts in sharply. Taehyung bowed his head and Jimin shut his mouth.
They all missed you, wanted to see you, ask how you were doing. Jeongguk too, though he didn't want to admit it.
It's better this way.

Yoongi: Wear a mask every time you go out. Pollution is getting worse these days. It's safer that way.
You read the message Yoongi sent you and sighed. You picked up the mask you had brought with you and wore it, covering your nose and mouth with it.
It was the first attempt of his to reach out to you. But you were disappointed. You expected more from him. You weren't surprised though.
"Guys! I'm home." You call as you step into the apartment. Taking off your shoes and coat, Nari comes from her playroom screaming.
"Eomma!" She happily jumps at you and you catch her. You laugh as she fills your face with kisses. The helper follows behind her.
"Thank you for watching her, lunch next week? My treat." She smiles and hugs you warmly in response.
"Sure, Eonni, happy to watch her anytime. See you again Nari!" She bids farewell as she steps out of the apartment. You pick up Nari and walk to the couch. It was lunch time now and you hadn't cooked anything yet.
"Nari-ah, what do you want for lunch? Mommy hasn't cooked yet." You ask her as she runs around the living room.
"Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!" She screams as she runs around in circles. You laugh at her, knowing later she'll be tired and sleepy after she eats.
"Go grab your shoes and coat, baby. We'll eat out." You tell her as you got up to grab yours. She follows you to the coat rack and shoe rack, she steps on the baby step stool to reach for her stuff while you reach yours.
"Need mommy's help?" You looked down at her as you shrugged your coat on again. She shook her head and continued to put on her sneakers, only calling for your help to tie them.
You grabbed Yoongi's beanie that he left on the rack and put on Nari, and a black mask to cover her nose and mouth, solely because she gets allergies from the cold.
You strapped on her bag that was filled with her things and went out with her into the wintery Seoul.
You hold her hand as she skips along the sidewalk next to you until you stop at the chicken place you both go to. You led her in first and closed the glass door behind you.
"How many people?!" Shouts the waiter at the back at your arrival. It has always been like this, they cook in the back and you have to shout out to get their attention.
"Two please!" You shout at the waiter in the back as you waved at her, notifying where you'll be sitting.
There weren't too many people today, probably because the weather's freezing. But Nari enjoyed winter, she loved snow even though it caused her to sneeze all the time. She loves being out when it is this time of year.
"Here you go, the usual?" Your waitress comes with lemonade and glasses before asking. You nod at her with a smile and she nodded. It was only a while you had waited and next thing you know your food was here.
You and Nari ate noisily, she sat in her high chair next to you and played with the crayons the staff gave her. You both laughed and you comfortably talked to her how you would to your friends, it was your strategy to help her learn both Korean and English.
"Nari, what part is this?" You ask as you hold up a thigh part from the chicken platter. She giggles and grabs it from your hands before munching on it.
"Tae part." She laughs with her mouth full trying to say thigh but you stilled as you heard the words fall from her lips.
Tae. Taehyung.
You shook your head, it's probably a baby thing, saying things out of nowhere. You paid it no mind. You continued to eat like your daughter hadn't said your old friend's name that she doesn't have any knowledge of.
"Nari, do you wanna go to school? New experiences, honey. Learn new stuff and maybe even play more?" You brought up the subject as she sips her sippy cup where you transferred the lemonade.
"Play mommy?" She asks you as she looks up, her big doe eyes and lips glistening. She looks so much like Jeongguk. She was so beautiful.
You nod and brush her hair. She smiled at you with barbecue sauce all over her mouth. You laughed and wiped them off with a napkin.
Little did you two know that someone was watching you out the door as you both ate.
"It's her. It really is her." Taehyung whispers as he stares at you in awe, noting how much you've changed.
"She got prettier." Jimin gushes as he stares at your face, noticing how much you've matured in the last few years. Taehyung nods in agreement.
They had both followed you here. Jin sent them out to get take out for lunch. They were on their way to a dimsum shop but stopped when Taehyung saw the familiar color of your coat when you rounded a corner. All thanks to the picture Seojoon sent him.
And when you leaned back to call at the waiter, they finally saw her.
They saw Nari.
"Oh my fuck! Tae! There! That's her kid!" Jimin pushes the other as he jumps, pointing at the cute baby, face messy from all the barbecue sauce.
Nari looked up from her chicken and saw the jumping man outside the shop. She laughs cutely and you look at her confused.
"What's so funny, baby?" You ask her as you follow her line of vision to the outside, but nothing was there.
"Jump!" She says as she continues to chew on the chicken meat. You chuckle at her wild imagination as the waitress brought more rice.
You spoon fed her the rice, knowing she was just going to snack on the chicken and ignore the rice. Just exactly how Jeongguk does. She picked up his traits more than yours.
"Nari, after this, do you want to go to the park?" You ask her as she chews more. She nods and smiles at you, teeth stained brown from the sauce. You laughed and continued to eat.
"We have to tell Jeongguk." Jimin says to Tae as they went into the dimsum shop. Taehyung stares at him weirdly and falls in line.
"Why? They broke up years ago, Minnie. There's no point." Taehyung shrugs Jimin's proposal without a care, following the line to the counter as the shorter man follows beside him.
"But, did you see how old the kid looked? Probably about 3 or 2 years old." Jimin continues. Taehyung looks at him, curious about what the older man was trying to say. He cocked a brow and beckoned him to continue.
"What if it's his kid?"
Taehyung laughed loudly, startling the people in line with him. Jimin smiled apologetically and kicked Taehyung's shin lightly, making the younger stop from laughing.
"Jimin, don't be stupid. She can't be Jeongguk's daughter. If it was then she would at least reach out for child support." Taehyung says as he crosses his arms on his chest, looking at the shorter man.
"I don't even know anymore, Tae. You know what, let's just go order and go home." Jimin nods, shutting down the idea quickly as they rounded up the counter.

"Come again soon, you two!" Said the waitress as you and Nari walked out the restaurant, hand in hand. You waved and walked forward, Nari skipping alongside you.
As you rounded the corner towards the bus station, you suddenly saw so many people in front of the street you were about to walk, each having a different item in their hands. Cameras, lights, mics and reporters and many more surrounded the area and you pulled Nari up to carry her, scared to lose your daughter in the sea of people.
You pull both of your masks up and walk silently, trying to stay camouflaged in the crowd.
"Mr. Jeon! Happy birthday! May we have a minute of your time?!" You heard a reporter shout far behind you.
You gasped in shock and like your body had a mind its own, turned around to the other side of the wide street to see a man, clad in a formal suit and tie walking out the building, the reporters swarming the area as security tried their best to distance them.
Jeongguk.
He looked... pristine. Like a protected gem. His hair was slicked back as he nodded and smiled charmingly at the reporter, who tried hard not to swoon.
He looks up for a second, feeling something off, before he skimmed the area and then, all of a sudden,
His eyes met yours.
You squeak before hurriedly dashing off, trying your best to run with Nari in your hands. It was a good thing you weren't wearing heals today. Or else that would be the cost of your downfall.
"You! Hey! Whoโ" You heard him shout distantly but before he had the chance to run to you, his face was being shoved in microphones and cameras.
You ran and ran, feeling your knees burning from running while carrying Nari's weight with you. But you didn't stopped running.
It wasn't long until you heard multiple footsteps behind you, so you tried your best to confuse them with your directions, rounded all corners and avoided familiar crosswalks until you reached your apartment complex, noticing how the footsteps behind you seemingly so distant now, they lost you somehow.
You ran straight to the stairs, ignoring the people in the open elevator that stared at you. You placed Nari gently on the ground as you reached your apartment door.
You fumble with your pocket for the key and opened your apartment door. You ushered Nari gently inside and quickly followed, locking it and peeping through the peephole. You closed the curtains and turned off the light, you were suddenly grateful you put the shoe racks inside the house or else the people outside might know you're home.
Nari stared at you curiously, wondering why all of the sudden her mom had run back home when you were both supposed to be going to the park. But she just watched you, she's very smart to sense something was wrong and kept quiet.
You looked down at her and sent a panicky smile, putting up a finger against your lips as you signaled her to be quiet.
You then heard a group of distant footsteps from outside your door. You quickly looked into the peephole just in time to see a group of men looking around outside your door.
You stifle a gasp. With fear coursing in your veins, you quickly hold on to the lock of the door. You then see the tallest of them pull out his phone and look like he dialed a number, he didn't bring it up to his ear though.
"Did you find her?"
"My apologies, Mr. Jeon. We lost her. We also asked the building's staff if they had a tenant under the name..." You froze at his next words.
"Cha Y/N."
They knew you. They knew who you were. And they saw you with Nari.
They were trying to find you.
You distinctly heard the other voice on the phone sigh.
"That's fine. Seoul's not that big for me to search. And she can hide all she wants, I'm going to find her sooner or later." The person on the phone chuckles and the guard agrees.
"Yes, sir. We'll try our best to find her. We've already got the area scouted." Your eyes widen in shock. You looked down at Nari now silently playing with her dolls in front of you, not seeming to want to leave your side.
How were you going to go out now?
It was a good thing that your apartment was under your sister's name, Go Areum, it saved you at this scary moment.
You peeped the peep hole again and saw that the men were now looking at your door. You refrain from squeaking in fright as you remembered a person can only look through the peephole from the inside. You prayed silently to whoever was up there for a miracle.
"Kim Jisoo, you should leave before we get sued for trespassing on paid and protected properties. But keep the place under surveillance." Says the voice from the phone. You sighed in relief and continued to listen.
"Yes sir, follow through, boys." He says and ends the call. He signals the men to leave, making him the only one left in front of your door. He looked down the hallway.
"Cha Y/N, I know you're here. I'm going to find you." He silently says in the empty air, taking a moment to study every door in the hallway, before turning and leaving.
You sigh and finally slumped back to the wall. You breathe in heavily as you start to relax.
"I have to make a plan." You look at the floor before you look at Nari. You had to get her out of here, it wasn't safe for both of you to stay here now that Jeongguk knew your whereabouts.
Jeongguk was not going to stop, especially since he sent those men after you. He must've had a reason why he wanted to find you.
You shut your eyes as you thought of a plan to get Nari out the building without you coming out with her. You think and think until a plan finally finalizes itself in your head.
You pulled out your phone from your coat and dialled his number, even though it was against your will, you had to. To keep Nari safe.
"Yoongi oppa?"
"Y/N? How are you? Do you need anything? How's Narโ"
"Oppa, I'll answer your questions later, but please, I need your help." You shakily say as you feel your hand tremble from the nerves.
You glanced at Nari starting to lay on the floor again, wanting to sleep from being full and having her energy spent from all the skipping she did earlier. You held up your phone to your ear with your shoulder as you picked up Nari and laid her on the couch.
"Sure, anything, what is it?"
"Can you come by and pick up Nari, bring her to my sister?" You say as you went inside to your room and brought out a duffle bag. You started out by getting Nari's clothes, all her belongings.
"What!? Why? Are you leaving again? Y/N, if this is about our arguโ" You sighed, cutting him off.
"No, this is far more important than our argument. Please, oppa, just help me." You were on the verge of crying as you rashly folded Nari's clothes into the duffle bag, making sure everything fit so you can pack more of her needs.
"Thenโ fine, I hate it when you're being secretive. What time should I come by? I'm in the studio right now so it might take me 2 hours?" You heard his fingers clicking a keyboard.
"Perfect, just as long as you come. Bring no one with you, make sure no one can recognise your face. Act subtle." You advised him as you started to pack a few toys that your daughter can't live without.
"Fine. Y/N?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry."
"I, oppa... Justโ just come, please." You ended the call before your tears escaped your eyes. You sobbed as you then brought the duffle bag to the living room, packing up Nari's diapers and bottles. You squeezed everything inside the duffle bag.
You couldn't bring the wheeled luggage, it was too eye-catching. So this will have to do. You can bring the luggage out once Nari wasn't in the apartment.
You took your phone again and sent a text to Areum.
Y/N Eonni: are you free today?
AreumUgly: Yeah, what's up
Y/N Eonni: Meet up with Yoongi and take Nari to mom and dad's
AreumUgly: Why what's wrong, you were fine this morning
Y/N Eonni: I'll explain later , can you do that for me?
AreumUgly: Sure sure, just text me the deets.
Y/N Eonni: okay, thank you. I promise to explain everything later.
You finished packing the duffle bag, but you weren't finished with your plan. You checked into the living room to see if Nari was still sleeping, which she was.
You then went back into the bedroom, crouching under the bed and pulled out the box you promised to never open up again years ago.
"Just this time. This. Time. Only." You say to yourself as you open the lid and see what once was your obsession.
Hair products. Different dyes, tons and tons of large bottles of hair dyes. There were a few extensions, but that won't help you.
You looked at your healthy, brown hair and sighed. You had to completely change your hair since it was the only thing they saw of you.
You picked up a large bottle of bleach considering your waist-length virgin hair, a 30 volume developer, and an almost grey shade of lilac hair dye.
This was the best option.
Jeongguk knows how your hair looks in different shades of blond and red. But not this. You've never tried lilac.
"Just today. After this, you go back, Y/N." You warned yourself as you pulled on the gloves.
You changed into an old tattered shirt and looked at the time. You then started to bleach your hair, wasting no time as you hurriedly applied the product down and up the length of your hair.
It's true when they say old habits die hard. You were coloring your hair like how you would three years ago.
You coloured everyone's hair. The boys' more especially, they loved having their hair color changed ever so often. Your sister had also become your muse back then. You loved it when you were bleaching and dying a person's hair. It was your kind of talent.
After you had set the bleach in for 20 minutes in two sets, you then proceeded to color your hair in the dyes you chose. After letting that set for another 30 minutes, you went and rinsed. You weren't surprised with how well the color lifted on your hair, it was grown out and was free from chemicals. You blow dried and brushed your hair and looked into the mirror, observing yourself.
Honestly, you admitted you could've done better, the lilac wasn't that lively so your hair looked all smokey gray with just a tint of lilac. But vanity wasn't important here.
Escaping from Jeongguk was.
You brushed a hand through your hair, sighing as it laid in front of your eyes. You were trying to escape your obsession with hair dyes because you had almost fried all of your hair off from dying it too much all those years ago.
You went into the living room, seeing Nari still asleep on the couch, you didn't take off her coat since Yoongi was taking her out again. You put on a beanie on yourself, as the cold chilly winter air was starting to seep into the apartment.
It was 3 in the afternoon when Yoongi knocked on your apartment door. 20 minutes after his arrival he was out the door with Nari, the duffle bag on his shoulders. 30 minutes after his arrival, he and Nari were probably in his car and you were now packing the luggage, filling it with your clothes and more of Nari's needs, folding everything into tiny pieces for more space.
You got your white tote bag and checked to see if all the things in it earlier were still inside before you slung it over your shoulder.
It had all happened so fast.
After you were done, you changed your normal brown coat into a jet black one. You changed into black slacks and a gray turtleneck, before taking off the beanie and putting your hair into a low ponytail, letting your long fringes frame your face at the sides.
You knew Jeongguk still thinks that you hate your hair up considering how much the guards knew so much about you, of course he must've told them how you always looked like.
But you were one step ahead. Jeongguk may be a CEO, business wise, but you were a mother, streetwise. You were the smart one when it comes to being sneaky, well, you're actually just really smart in general.
You were closing the lights and were about to leave the apartment, luggage in tow, when you heard a ding from your phone.
AreumUgly: got Nari
AreumUgly: *photo attached*
It was a photo of Nari and Yoongi inside your parents' living room. Nari and Janyeon were sitting on each of Yoongi's thighs as your father had his arm over the man's shoulders and your mom was smiling in the back as she was holding up a pot.
AreumUgly: Eomma's cooking dinner when we got here, you should hurry
Y/N Eonni: On my way
You stepped out and locked the apartment door. You checked your surroundings before you walked, wheeling the luggage you had and went inside the elevator.
You got out of the apartment and made sure to act natural.
The sun was setting as you walked, giving you its remaining light to make you feel safe as the sidewalk was still a bit crowded. You waited on the bus stop, adjusting your mask as the bus rolled in.
You sit on the singular seat, not wanting to be next to people.
Every moment since you walked out your apartment, you were walking on your tippy toes, observing everything and anything before moving cautiously.
You were alert, more so than usual. Ever since you became a mom, you always have to be up on your feet.
You leaned your head onto the bus' window, watching the scenery outside. You wished your life could just magically go back to normal.
Just you, your daughter, and no Jeongguk.
But fate said none of that. Here you were, a newly dyed-haired single mom on her way to her parents' town, running away from her CEO ex-boyfriend who was the father of her 3 year old.

"Y/N! My child! Oh goodness! What happened to your hair?!" Your mom rushes to you as soon as you walk in the living room. She runs her hand through your hair, looking in disbelief at your now smokey lilac hair.
"Please sit down, Eomma, I'll explain everything." You pulled in your luggage. Yoongi noticed your presence and stepped in quickly, taking the heavy suitcase from you.
You thanked him quietly, you knew he was stealing glances at your hair, but he didn't question it.
"Eomma! Hair!" Nari screams as you step into the living room, rushing to you.
She pulled you down by your hand and started to run her hands through your soft silver locks, making you chuckle. You pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her forehead as you wrapped your arms around her tiny frame.
"You're safe now, baby. Mommy missed you, though." You pulled back and pouted playfully at your daughter, making her giggle and kiss your cheek.
You smiled tiredly and stood up as Nari went back to play with Janyeon in his room.
"What do you mean safe? Y/N, what's going on?" Your father asks you as you finally sit on the couch. You sighed and looked at the two toddlers, making sure they were busy with playing.
Yoongi sat next to you while your parents and sister sat in front of you both.
"Jeongguk, he knows I'm still here." Yoongi's brows jumped and he leaned in.
"How?" He asks softly, noticing how shaken up you were.
You feel your eyes glisten with unshed tears, and when Yoongi puts his hand on your thigh like he always does, that's when you burst into tears. He quickly wraps his arms around your shaking frame and comforts you.
"Nari and I went out to eat for lunch, then when we were walking, you know the wide s-street where all the large corporate buildings were?" You try to say as you hiccup, Yoongi's hand rubbing your back. They all nod and wait patiently for you to continue.
"There were press everywhere, apparently J-Jeongguk was there t-too, he saw me and N-Nari, so I picked up Nari and ran. He s-sent guards a-after us, so I-I ran through different streets and I avoided crosswalks, when I lost them, I ran b-back to the apartment, but they arrived as soon as I locked the d-door." You sobbed into Yoongi's shirt, feeling the man press a kiss onto your head as he shushed you.
"That's why you wanted Nari out of the building." Your sister says in realization. You nod and sniffle before continuing.
"One of his guards called him and they spoke literally in front of my door. He told t-them to have the building under surveillance. They were roaming o-outside my hallway when they mentioned my name." You slowly calmed down as Yoongi continued to ease your shaking body.
You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned down to wipe your tears onto the sleeve of his shirt, knowing he wanted you to do it. That's how he knows you're calming down.
"Did they see what you looked like?" Your mom asks, making you shake your head as an answer.
"No, but they know my hair color and what my coat looked like." They all nod, now knowing why you had suddenly changed your hair, and why you weren't wearing your favorite brown coat.
"Oh my Y/N, you must've been so shaken up. Let me make you tea, okay? Try to relax. You and Nari can stay here as long as you need." Your mom stood up and kissed your forehead, you nod and watched her go to the kitchen.
You felt Yoongi's arms tighten around you, pulling you closer than before. You looked at him and saw him looking down on the floor.
"I'm going to kill that bastard." He says in gritted teeth.
"I'm bailing you out if you ever do." Your father quips angrily, making you and your sister let out a laugh a little. You leaned back as your father stood up as well, following after your mom to finish making dinner.
"I'll go check on the kids, you should calm down first, Eonni." Your sister says as she left you and Yoongi both on the couch, going into the kids' room and closing the door after.
Yoongi leans back with you, now resting on the couch as his arms are still wrapped around you. You sighed and closed your puffy eyes as he ran his hands through your hair, admiring how the color suits your complexion completely.
"Your hair suits you." He says softly. You smile and leaned closer till your forehead was now onto his shoulder.
"Really? I thought brown was my superior hair color?" You say in giggles, finally calming down as your breathing returns to normal. He airily chuckles.
A moment of comfortable silence looms over the both of you, before he speaks again.
"Am I forgiven though?" He says as he leans back to look into your red eyes. You studied his face a bit before nodding. He sighs in relief and smiles at you.
"But we're just friends now." As soon as you said those words his smile faltered. His brows furrowed and he looked at you before laughing.
"You're kidding. You're still my girlfriend, you're just getting back at me." He said and he shook his head, laughing airily again.
You felt your eyes glisten again, your silence making him look at you in all seriousness, disbelief and heartbreak written all over his perfect face.
"Y/N, no. Please no." He said as he saw that you were serious.
He felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.
You shook your head as tears fell down your cheeks once again.
His own tears cover his cheeks as well as he sobs, shoving his face into your shoulder as you both cry. He shakes under your hands, body rocking as his sobs escape him.
You pull him back, seeing his face red and blotched with tears. You wiped them with both of your hands before he caught yours in his, intertwining them.
"Y/N, please don't do this to me. I can't lose you. I can't lose both you and Nari. P-Please, I love you and I need you both. Y-You're my family, Iโ" His own sobs cut him off, making him bury his face into your shoulder again.
You shush him, crying silently as you comfort him the same way he did to you earlier.
"You were right, oppa, it's better this way." You comfort him, holding him as he shakes his head.
"I wasn't mad at you, baby, I was just s-stressed from work, I-I didn't mean to take it out on you, I didn't mean to say all those, I'm sorry, Y/N. P-Please, don't leave me." He cries into your shoulder.
"Oppa, I still love you even if we're not together. You're someone I know I can count on. I trust you. You're my best friend." You assure him as you rub his back, not wanting to cry anymore.
As much as it pains you to do this, you knew you had to. It would save you and Yoongi from future heartbreak. You love him, wanted to be with him and marry him, probably have more kids. You can see a future with him. But this was the right thing to do.
Focusing on Nari was your top priority. Maybe when the time was right, you and Yoongi could have a chance.
And if that time comes, you hope you're ready to love him with all of your heart again.
"Y/N, I love you. Don't do this to me." He begs you as he looks up from your shoulder, shaking hands coming to hold your face. You shook your head and smiled at him, feeling your heart ache.
"You know I love you forever, whether you're my best friend or my boyfriend or even my enemy, right?"
He nods and leans his forehead against yours, shutting his eyes as he cries silently.
"You know you're still an important person in my life?" He nods again.
"That will never change, Yoongi."
Your parents watched you both from the kitchen, your sister was also watching you both from the crack of the door.
They love Yoongi and treat him as if he was your husband, a member of the family. And seeing you both like this, it broke their hearts.
It broke yours.

"Eomma, sing?" Nari asks as you finally lay next to her on the bed in your old room. Yoongi lays on her other side as he drapes an arm around her torso, cuddling both of you to him.
He didn't want to drive all the way back home, your family also insisted he stayed here for the night. It was also technically still Nari's birthday, so you let him.
You scoot closer, wrapping an arm around her torso as well and you sighed. You closed your eyes and started to pat her thigh, lulling her to sleep just like every night as you started to sing.
"Hoping for more good days
If you believe me then say one, two, three
If you believe then say one, two, three
Hoping that everything will change when we say..."
You trailed off, waiting for Nari to say the next words. When you heard nothing, you opened your eyes and saw that both Yoongi and your daughter had their eyes closed. You smiled and kissed their foreheads before lying back down and closing your eyes.
"You're still the singer I fell in love with." Was the last thing you heard from Yoongi before sleep took over you.

Ring! Ring!
Came from your phone making you jolt awake. You looked at your wall clock near the door. 3:12 midnight. It seemed fairly dark outside, the moon was the only light coming from the window.
You were annoyed, disturbed from your sleep, because of being a light sleeper, it peeved you. You untangle yourself from the two sleeping people, grumbling as they were moved. You looked at them and saw that Nari was now all snuggled up into Yoongi's chest and Yoongi was hugging her.
Well, that's one good sight to see waking up. You smiled and leaned over to the bedside table.
You picked up your ringing phone without looking at the caller id, grumbling as you tried to wipe the sleep off your eyes.
"Who is this? Don't you know that it is very rude to call in the middle of the night? People have to sleep, you know." You snapped at the phone.
"Y/N? Is Yoongi there with you?" Jin's voice rang through your ears as he talked. You then quickly apologized and said yes.
"Y/N, listen carefully, if you're at the apartment, you have to leave now, Jeonggukโ" Jin's voice got cut off as another contact was now calling your phone. You sighed in annoyance.
Why is everyone calling in the middle of the night?!
You click hold and answer before talking.
"Hello? If this is someone I know, I'm trying to sleep, can you guโ"
"I'm going to find you Y/N." An oh so familiar voice talks, cutting you off in complete silence. You almost dropped your phone in shock.
"Who are you? How did you get my number?" You tried not to stutter and remain calm. You knew who it was, you just wanted him to think that you didn't know any of his plans yet.
"Still naive you are, I see." He chuckles. Your nervousness was now replaced with anger, but you didn't let your emotions get the best of you.
You gripped your phone in your hands as you open your mouth to speak.
"Listen here, kid, I don't know who the fuck you are or what kind of prank call you're doing, I'm a mom and I could beat the literal fuck out of you if I wanted to but I'm smarter than that. If you ever try to harm me or anyone I love, you're gonna have to face me and my lawyer in court, dipshit. So stop calling me, you fucking weirdo." You snapped at the phone and ended the call before he had the chance to answer.
You looked at the screen and noticed Jin already ended the call and just sent text messages. You sighed in exhaustion, feeling the adrenaline flow out of you as quick as it came. You ignored them, planning to read and answer them all in the morning.
You laid back down on the bed, and as soon as Yoongi's arms wrapped over your torso, you quickly fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Jeongguk was in his room at the dorm, sitting on the chair of his desk as he stared at his phone in pleasant surprise.
Who would've known you had it in you to be a bad bitch?
He rarely ever heard you cuss before, he only saw you angry twice and it was a scary sight. When you were around them or when you two were alone, you have always been an innocent good girl.
Maybe he had underestimated his knowledge about you. He was the naive one to think that after all these years you wouldn't have changed one bit.
He was so wrong. He was now starting to doubt himself, doubt his plans to find you and bring you back. But he knew one thing for sure.
He wasn't going to stop. He was going to find you, no matter how long it takes.
And meet the little one that he so badly wanted to know who's the father of.

Authorโs Note:
supportive reader:
AAAAAAA IT IS FINALLY TUESDAY SO HERE *gently puts chapter 3 onto your dashboards* ok so the next chapter will be in a more past timeline so no yearly flashbacks to Nari and Jeongguk's birthday ;(
but I hope you all enjoyed seeing Nari's past birthdays in the meantime :)
Jeongguk acting like this is creepy but uhm a bit hot? Wtf im so fcukedup anyways
so sorry for the unrealistic hair color scene i know that achieving a light lilac hair tone in one day is nearly impossible with virgin dark hair but since it's fiction i say whatever happens happens heheheehehheehheheheheheheeh
Also So Sad we aren't going to see YoonY/N anymore
:( or are we? O.o
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ๋ฐฉํ์๋ ๋จ | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Pentagon (Korea Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Hyojong | E'Dawn, Adachi Yuto Additional Tags: Top Jeon Jungkook, Bottom Park Jimin, Park Jimin Is a Sweetheart, Cute Park Jimin, Shy Park Jimin, Sub Park Jimin, Mentioned Kim Taehyung | V, Mentioned Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Mentioned Min Yoongi | Suga, My First Smut, Lord, it's bad im sorry, CEO Jeon Jungkook, Dancer Park Jimin, First Time, Riding, Light BDSM, Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, lmao poor jimin, he has the daddy issues, doesn't have to do with the kink tho, kinda brief, i'll edit this later, Sorry! Series: Part 2 of the sugarbaby chronicles (jikook). Summary:
Sex.
He wanted sex.
โYou...You want us to have sex?โ
OR
jiminโs first time with jungkook as his sugar baby and boyfriendโitโs emotional as fuck
COLLARโS OUT. myg + jjk

PAIRING. jungkook x reader x yoongi
GENRE. polyamory. threesome. married life.
WARNINGS. sub yoongi. dom jungkook. dom oc. mxm. pain/pleasure kink. oral (female and male receiving). rimming. fisting. anal play. ball gags. praise kink. cock ring. cum play. possessiveness. yoongi just wants to be a good boy.
WORD COUNT.ย 9k
SUMMARY. after three kids, you and your two husbands still enjoy setting up a scene, especially because yoongi loves to get his collar on and be a good boy for both you and jungkook.
The collarโs sitting on your bedside table when you get home from work. Its worn, brown leather is rich and inviting in the dying sunlight, and you know what it means. All three of you do. It means Yoongi wants to scene, needs to scene. Youโve noticed his shortness of temper over the last few days, the way heโs gone to bed just after the kids.
You strip out of your work clothes and pull on something more comfortable just as Minhyung rounds the corner. Heโs just learning to walk and should in no way be wandering the upstairs alone. He must have opened the baby gate, again.
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Hellboundโขdemon!jjk [E]

โขExplicit (18+) โขPairing: Demon JJK x female y/n โขGenre: yandere, smut, supernatural โขWord count: 14.5k โขWarnings: profanity, heavy dubcon, virgin y/n, descriptions of painful sex, crying, oral, dirty talk, biting, licking, fingering, abundance of cum, jealousy, ok jk gets kinda soft for her cuz he luvs her, kinda ends on a cockblock enjoy
A/N: An rp with apple anon, turned into a 14k beast despite not being finished. Itโs the same lovely anon that wrote Unsullied with me, and I love how unrestricted our stories are. This is unfinished because I had a rough time, but I wanted to still post this and keep it documented. Enjoy, donโt read this if youโre sensitive to dubcon and rough themes. xo

[22 years ago.]
โIโll do it.โ Your mother said to the smirking demon in front of her.
โI swear to give you my first-born daughter on her 21st birthday.โ
And thus, sealed your fate before you were even born.

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I can't help but love both Jungkook and Jimin in this fic, Jimin is so sweet and Jungkook is just so irresistable.
Mused obsession (13)

Written by @sombreboyโโโโโโโโโโโ as Jungkook & @chimoonaโโโโโโโโโโโโโ as Jimin Banner by @carly-bean-blogโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
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โขExplicit (18+) โขPairing: Jungkook & Jimin โขGenre: yandere, smut, mxm โขWord count: 5.6k of just pure filth โขCh.warnings:ย Profanity, manipulative, toxic, obsessive behavior, mentions of blood/violence, some shower playtime oop, masturbation, dirtytalk, JK fucks JMโs mouth with his lithe fingers and idk if thats a warning but it has to be known, anal obviouslyโฆ JMโs hole knows no mercy, JK being xtra possessive enjoy.

Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin. After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.

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