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Jungkook Fanfic Recommendations(7)₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
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☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 | Tattoo artist/Piercer Jungkook X Pastel!Reader | @bonny-kookoo
☆ Mugs & Kisses | Jungkook x Reader | Barista Au | Oneshot | @minisugakoobies
☆ simply meant to be | pumpkin king!jungkook x fem reader | OneShot | @caelesjjk
☆ beside you | idol!jungkook x gf!reader | Oneshot | @nochukoo97
☆ Fragment of the Past | patient!jungkook x psychiatrist!reader | thriller & yandere au | Series | @ctrlsht
☆ burnout | basketball player!jungkook x student journalist!fem!reader | Yandere | @aikastales
☆ 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 | Vampire! Jeon Jungkook X Human! (F) Reader | OneShot | @angllicjk
☆ angel in the marble | michelangelo!jungkook x servant!reader | high renaissance au | OneShot | @venusjeon
☆ love à trois | jungkook x fem!reader x jimin | Side: Jimin X Reader | @letjungcoook7
☆ you're losing me | jungkook x reader | Married Couple | @sparklingchim
☆ part time lover | investigative journalist!jeongguk x daycare teacher!reader | Oneshot | @sketchguk
☆ STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME | Jungkook x fem!reader | Series | @hoseokieswrld
☆ cherry bomb | jungkook x fem reader | Oneshot | @retrievablememories
☆ your cursed thoughts | jungkook x reader | Halloween AU | Series | @smaubts
☆ UNWANTED | King/brother Jungkook × slave/older sister YN | @kangmoon27
☆ the seventh life | vampire!Jungkook x female!reader | @folkookie97
☆ champagne confetti | heartthrob!jk x fashion employee f!reader | @pennyellee
☆ Horizon | Angel!Jungkook x Reader | Two shot | @sokooks
☆ Whose idea was it, though? | Jungkook X Reader | @astayinwonderland
☆ First Prize | Boxer!Jungkook X Reader | Oneshot | @tsukisrants
☆ TERRITORIAL | yandere!Jungkook x Yandere Yn | Oneshot | @kangmoon27
☆ Movie Night | Jungkook x fem!reader | Yandere!JK X Reader | OneShot | @taevbears
☆ tethered. | emo!jk x reader | Series | @13lov
☆ gotcha | jungkook x reader | ChildhoodFriend Au | Oneshot | @whatifyoulivelikethat
☆ mate | alpha!jungkook x omega!reader | Series | @7deadlysinsfics
☆ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Aged up!Jungkook X Younger!Reader | Series | @bonny-kookoo
☆ Slithered | Mafia Jungkook x Fem!Reader | Series | @bts-0t-7
☆ Self-Care Sunday | NailTech!Jungkook x Fem!Reader | One-Shot | @shina913
☆ animal farm. | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @joonberriess
☆ November Sun | Jungkook x reader | OneShot | @oddinary4bts
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Jungkook Recommendation Masterlist
JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION(9)⛓
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❤︎ seonbaenim! | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @trivia-yandere
❤︎ number: unknown | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @aft3rhrs
❤︎ definition of love | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @sparklingchim
❤︎ 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚 | Racer!Jungkook X Reader | Series | @bonny-kookoo
❤︎ Inevitable | Jungkook x (f.) Reader | Exes AU | Series | @ahundredtimesover
❤︎ sweet apple biscuits | jungkook x reader | OneShot | @rosaetae
❤︎ Primrose | Emperor Jungkook x Empress Y/N | @mingshits
❤︎ Answer My Calls | possessive jk X Reader | OneShot | @74jeon
❤︎ Red and Gold | Iron Man!Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @thedefinitionofbts
❤︎ The Offer | CEO!JK X Reader | Series | @nanamilkandbrownies
❤︎ SATIVA. | husband!Jungkook x fem!reader | OneShot | @2hightocare
❤︎ the underwear thief | jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @gukyi
❤︎ METAMORPHOSE | postmilitaryracer!jungkook x she | Series | @hoseoksluna
❤︎ and my man, thank you to my man | dealer!jeon jungkook x (f)reader | Series | @darklingjeon
❤︎ All Over Again | Dad!JK X Reader | OneShot | @jungkookstatts
❤︎ Nine to five, Five to Nine | side chick dancer female reader x boxer jungkook | OneShot | @thvlouvre
❤︎ peppermint gum | jungkook x reader | TwoShot | @whatifyoulivelikethat
❤︎ Come Back to You | Reader x Soldier Jungkook | OneShot | @ahgasegotarmy116
❤︎ Endless Summer | jock!Jungkook x nerd!reader | OneShot | @koostattoos
❤︎ By your side always and forever | jungkook X fem!reader | OneShot | @le3worl
❤︎ Birthday Cake | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @blueberryarchive
❤︎ Lucifer | demon jungkook x (f) reader | @elijeon
❤︎ KNOCK OUT | Jungkook × reader | OneShot | @btsbrat
❤︎ Daddy Daycare | Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader | @miraclesatnightfall
❤︎ Semantic Error | Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook | Series | @ahgasegotarmy116
❤︎ LOVE. | pinkcoquette/Sanriolover!oc x bf!jk | OneShot | @sayokodiary
❤︎ Aşk-ı Memnu | non idol! Jungkook x fem! married! Reader | @sweetcarrotsandroses97
❤︎ new beginnings | ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc | OneShot | @nochukoo97
❤︎ timing | Ex!JK X Reader | Series | @spideyjimin
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Helloo rach!
May I request a drbble pt.2 for previous alien fic with jungkook🥺ofc if you have the motivation to
I enjoyed writing part one so much that of course I don't mind writing a part 2! For anyone interested here's part one. I hope you enjoy.
Warnings: idk could be classed as horror/thriller?
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His movements are fluid, the complete opposite to his harsh language. And also the complete opposite to your movements, because he’s still grasping your wrist and as he stands you have to follow.
Your knees sting as you push into the ground, give a groan of protest as you straighten them to stand. But you’re standing, wrist still encompassed, breeze lightly blowing the long strands of grass, torch dangling in your free hand.
You look up at the man – can you even call it a man? He looks like a man, he looks human, but you’re pretty sure that he is almost definitely not human.
A shiver runs through your body, not from the cold night but from shock setting in. This is why you don’t live alone in the middle of nowhere. This is why you don’t go running out to investigate strange things in the night. This is why you should have called the police first. But what would you have said? That you saw a man fall from the sky? Your mind hadn’t even fully comprehended it until recently and you know, even if subconsciously, that you couldn’t have explained what you’d seen to anyone without sounding mad. So that’s why you’re here, alone, seemingly captured by an alien.
“Wha – what do you want?” You stutter out.
His grip tightens on your wrist and he tugs you towards him. You let out a little whimper of shock, scared about what’s about to happen. Images from films flick through your mind, thoughts of his jaw contorting open to reveal rows and rows of teeth, images of a beam of light coming down and sucking you into the sky.
None of that happens. As you lean away, he leans towards you. His wide yellow eyes search your face and while you want to look away you can’t.
He opens his mouth, but rather than rows upon rows of teeth, rather than him leaning in and eating you, he speaks. That harsh clicking and rough k’s sounding out again, but this time you understand it.
“We have to leave.”
You jump, all the blood seeming to leave your body. You jerk your hand out of his grasp and the movement is so quick, so unexpected that he doesn’t have the time to keep his grip. You stumble away, push back into the long grass and hold your torch out in front of you as if a weapon.
He looks pissed. Where his features once didn’t seem threatening, they now contort into a grimace. His arms flail in the air, his gaze solidly on you even though his hands seem to be pointing at things you can’t see. And that harsh clicking sounds out, louder now as if he’s shouting at you. But unlike a second ago you can’t understand any of it.
You’re trembling, have to grasp the torch with both hands to make sure you don’t drop it.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you say with all the strength you possess, voice still wobbling.
He doesn’t stop, continues to rant at you in a language you can’t understand, continues to point. You inch away from him. Start to move backwards, eyes firmly on him, you saw how fast he moved his hand to grab you and you are under no illusion that you are unarmed in the presence of an alien.
His eyes grow impossibly livid when he notices you backing away from you. He stops talking and the silence is more terrifying than the noise coming out his mouth.
You stop, prepare yourself for what’s to come.
He moves towards you, a blur of movement. You scream, throw the torch at the blur as if to better stop it. And then turn and run.
You’re sure you’d beat Usain Bolt in this moment, your feet have never moved so fast and yet you saw the blur, you know how fast the alien can move. He should have caught you and yet you’re still running. Still free.
You head for your house, throw open the door and slam it closed behind you, turn the lock though you’re unsure what help it will be. Hot breaths leave you in pants, your chest racks up and down.
You don’t feel safe here, you can’t stay here. You move around your house, pull things into empty bags, grasp anything your hands touch. Within minutes you have some essentials packed. But you can’t help that niggling feeling that he let you go. You know he could have caught you and yet even after all that ranting he just watched you run.
The last thing you grab is a knife before you go to the front door, ease it open as if expecting the alien to be stood there. When he’s not, you run to your car, leap in and start the engine.
As you drive down the drive you look in your review mirror, can faintly see the alien standing where you left him, a small blob in the distance. Your heart banging, you twist in your seat, use your own eyes rather than the mirror to try and work out what he’s doing. He’s not moved from where you left him, is just stood staring in your direction as if to make sure you’re leaving.
We have to leave.
Those words, the only ones you understood, ring through your head. You’re leaving. Doing what he wanted, though leaving him behind.
You swallow, turn to focus back on the road, the fear still so strong that it swallows the guilt. You put your foot on the accelerator and leave your house behind. Leave the alien standing in the field.
WISH YOU WERE SOBER ; jjk
→ 𝖲𝖴𝖬𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖸 . jeon jungkook has always been your best friend, supporting you throughout everything, even boyfriends or love interests, but what if he is the reason why you're holding back in the first place?
→ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 . bestfriend!jungkook (male lead) × bestfriend!reader (female lead)
→ 𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤 . best friend au, slight fwb?
→ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 . lowercase intended, angst, based on the song, best friends.
→ 𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤 . birthday present from me ! yes i'm fishing for some birthday wishes :))
→ 𝖱𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 . none unless you hate angst.
𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 𖤐 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖ 𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 𖤐 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖ 𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖸𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 𖤐 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖ 𝖯𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖳
“This party’s shit, wish we could dip
go anywhere but here”
“Are you sure it's fine though? You look extremely uncomfortable” He said while concern lacing off his words, “I’m good, don't worry, it's just that the music is too loud” I spoke while forcing a smile at him, I noticed all the stares he got, it made me uncomfortable but well, who was I to feel uncomfortable? his best friend. That's it, nothing more.
“Don’t take a hit, don't kiss my lips
and please don't drink more beer”
He held onto my neck while kissing me deeply, angling his face slightly to be more comfortable. My hand tugged at his fluffy locks softly while his other hand was resting on my waist, I could taste the cigarettes and alcohol off his lips and I bet he could too.
“I’ma crawl outta the window now
'Cause I don't like anyone around”
I uncomfortably shifted on the bar stool while looking around, way too nervous and anxious to speak to anyone, I swirled the glass cup of alcohol. These people annoyed me, well not these, but every human annoyed me, of course except him.
“Kinda hope you're following' me out
But this is definitely not my crowd”
I looked around for him over the whole club, he was nowhere, perhaps it was a bad idea to visit the club at this time with your best friend, especially if your best friend is an idiot who drowns his whole soul in the alcohol and most importantly, because you absolutely love him as well.
“Nineteen, but you act twenty-five now
Knees weak, but you talk pretty fly, wow”
My best friend, Jeon Jungkook, that softie who appeared to be an asshole, was my biggest support in life but at the same time, the one who always holds me back. Not that he intends to, but, let's just say, he's extremely mature for his own age because of which his ‘father instincts’ turn on.
“Ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed
Take me where the music ain't too loud”
There he was, in his signature form, ripped jeans, leather jacket and a white tank top underneath. He was holding a plastic cup empty, perhaps the one he just downed. “The music is loud, isn’t there some quiet place h—”
“Trade drinks, but you don't even know her
Save me 'til the party is over”
There he goes once again, behind some girl and trading drinks with her, they did kissed, and of course I watched it with a hammering pain in my heart, no darling it's not a disease and you're not receiving any post twist of me having heart cancer, it's just the pain of heartbreak.
“Kiss me in the seat of your Rover
Real sweet, but I wish you were sober”
He caressed my cheeks with a soft smile as he kissed me softly, with the same lips with which he kissed her. “You’re so pretty” He whispered while looking at me with sparkling eyes, with love? no. intoxication? yes. “So sweet but I wish you were sober” I smiled while patting his head which was now laying on my lap as he snored softly.
“Trip down the road, walking you home
You kiss me at your door”
I carried this heavy man while supporting his arms around my shoulder as I walked to his doorstep, stumbling on my steps many times. When we reached he held my wrist, pulled me close and kissed me, at his doorstep.
“Pullin' me close, beg me, "Stay over"
But I'm over this roller-coaster”
His grip tightened on my wrist, pulling me even closer, “Please..” he started, “stay over” he whispered but I was already over it, the night already went horrible, then seeing him kissing that girl and once again getting used to him, over and over again. I was done.
“I'ma crawl outta the window now
Getting good at saying, "Gotta bounce”
If it were a few months ago or so then I would have agreed almost immediately, not even caring about my pride but now? I don't think so. It had been many times to the point that I’ve finally learnt to say no, “Sorry, gotta bounce”
“Honestly, you always let me down
And I know we're not just hangin' out”
That night, like always, I walked back home with glossy eyes with intoxication? no. perhaps a bit, but sadness? oh hell yeah. I was tired of getting walked over again and again, to me, we’re not hanging out. It means a lot to me but I really don't know about him anymore, perhaps it really should end now before it fucks me up badly.
# ask jungkook
# ask y/n
KEEP IT ONLINE ; jjk, ft. kth
→ 𝖲𝖴𝖬𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖸 . growing up as a lonely kid, y/n was always so manipulated and obedient when it came to her friends which led her in a great 'friendship' with one of her friends. however what would happen if the girl in question accidentally likes her online crush's picture? the picture from three years ago?
→ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 . jungkook jeon × y/n lee × taehyung kim
→ 𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤 . social media au. fluff. angst. online crush au. slow burn.
→ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 . lowercase intended, reader is really manipulated and dumb, Jungkook is really toxic and a jerk, Jungkook with personality of a cardboard box. reader has really toxic best friend. mention of anxiety, depression and suicide. REALLY TOXIC.
→ 𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤 . this story is based on me tbh, except the Taehyung part.
→ 𝖱𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 . 18+
𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 𖤐 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖ 𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 𖤐 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖ 𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖸𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 𖤐 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖ 𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖣𝖡𝖮𝖠𝖱𝖣
00 : y/ns mains
00 : jungkooks mains
00 : prologue
01 : stalker vibes
02 : hot ass meal
03 : hot?
04 : don't tell anyone
05.1 : meme buddies
05.2 : texts
06 : can we be friends?
07 : birthday tweets
08 : taehyung
09 : boy with luv
10 : insecurities
more to come . . .
# ask jungkook
# ask y/n
# ask taehyung
# ask the rest cast
00 : prologue
growing up as a lonely kid, y/n was always so manipulated and obedient when it came to her friends which led her in a great 'friendship' with one of her friends. however what would happen if the girl in question accidentally likes her online crush's picture? the picture from three years ago?
⇌ masterlist ⇋
"You might belong to Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart"
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"When you asked about our team, I said I thought we're good. But that's not because I'm on it, it's because we're together" -Kozume Kenma♥️
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Can you write something about domination and kook? I'm in LOVEEE with him rn😂💀
Did you check my Jungkook fanfictions?☺️💕 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! 💜💫
imagine sub kookie with pony tails with dom reader and namjoon ahhh so cute
Imagine you doing his pony tails on top of his head, in the morning, after giving the whinny baby a blowjob who ended with him sobbing with head on your lap, tears of frustration running down his flushed cheek. It've been the third time this week when you denied his orgasm, only because he was a brat.
"M-Mommy, p-pwease!" He would beg only to make you smile and kiss the top of his nose telling him a soft "no", making him whine more. When you would leave for work you would tell him to go play video games in the living room, until you come back home and obiviosly you would warn him to not dare to touch himself. Even if you knew his sweet cock was probably painfully blue.
But you knew very well why you left him with these ponytails. Your step brother, Namjoon, (not any kind of blood line brother) and your partener in crime, would come home soon. And you knew such a sucker of Jungkook he is, not only once you both wrecked his ass hole and sweet cock.
So imagine you coming back home, finding Namjoon on the couch, with a pony tails and wearing a pair of your shorts and knee socks -decorating his strong legs- Jungkook, laying on his tummy, on the thick thighs of his hyung.
He is imobilised by one of Namjoon's long legs, who is thrown off on the back of the knees of the younger one. Trailing your eyes upper, you would see Jungook's hands tied up with what it seems to be a Gucci belt. He would have his head snapped back by the firm grip your step brother had on his dark locks, messing up the pony tails, muffled cries escaping the submissive's mouth, which was busy by the pink pair of your lace panties.
After some more spanks on his beautiful thighs, Namjoon, who already noticed you, would tell the younger one. "Tell mommy why you are being punished!" He would say and get out the panties from his mouth, only to push them back later.
You would rise your eyebrow.
"I-I stroked on daddy's t-thigh, I was so needy, mommy! I am so sowwy, but daddy liked my cute ponytails!"
He would say, with trembling voice, but still excited.
Author's note : From here on, I think you know what will happen *winks*
oh okie i’m can you do a mafia!au with jungkook where y/n is rlly smol n cute so he’s realllll possessive of her n one of his “ally’s” keeps flirting w her during meetings n he’s finally like she’s mine and i’m hers and say that again n ill break ur dick n he takes her to their bedroom and y’know proves that she’s his ;) you can change how you like to make it more comfy ik it’s 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.
๖นŋŋყ ɧყ๖гıɖ гεศɖεг × ʝεσŋ ʝนŋɢʞσσʞ (drabble)
✪Anon request: "I love your writing so much 💜, and the fact you don't write angst so much makes my weak heart happy 💜 Could you please make a bunny hybrid Jungkook or a bunny hybrid reader and make Jungkook a soft Dom with a size kink 💜Keep up the great work 💜"
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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."
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𖣘Anon request: "can i have a yandere!jungkook drabble where he’s in the mafia n gets jealous when one of his henchmen start flirting w u, if it can end in some smutty stuff that’s be great please and thank you!"
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The air around you is fresh, thanks to the new season. It is the beginning of March and even if the flowers are blooming and the warmth of the sun is playing between the little new born leaves hangged on the brenches of the trees, you can't feel any satisfaction. Everyone around you seems to bloom, to come back to life, to be happy, everyone, except you.
You sigh, cracking your knuckles, while staring out of the balcony. You have saved yourself from the party downstairs, owned by your husband, a party where every guest is full of secrets. It is a mafia party. And it celebrates the victory of your husband. You don't actually know what he won, or what actually happened, but neither do you want to know. You just know it is something dangerous, so you better skip the drama. What you don't know, can't kill you, right?
"Miss Y/N?" You hear the door of your shared room opening. You turn around and see Jack and smile. He looks really good in his new suit. He smiles back to you when he sees you checking you out, only to blush and look away. "Yes, Jack?" you ask, making your way towards him.
His eyes find yours. "Boss sent me here. He wants you to come downstairs, milady." And he bows, making you sigh, once more. "Tell him I don't want to. I am not pleased with the situation." You stare away, then an idea makes your eyes light up, leaving Jack confused.
" Come with me into the garden!" He quickly shakes his head. "I am sorry, but I can't, I-..." but you cut him off by pulling on his arm to take him into the garden. Little do you know, someone is watching your every move from the laptop of his office.
You drink one cocktail to ease the feeling of being sober. You want to at least, have fun. You and Jack start to chat and you can feel like back in college, where you were allowed to go to any party you wanted, any club and you had so many friends. After you married Jungkook, they started to slowly leave you. Who would blame them though, with his dangerous job, you change cities and houses as socks.
Jack tries to finish his third bottle of beer and you encourage him. "Drink it! Drink It!" You say and laugh, a little too loud, getting attention around you. When Jack does so, he coughs and trips over his own foot, ready to fall. You extend your arms to him, holding his shoulders.
The next thing that happens is quick. He places his hand on your cheek, caressing it softly and stares down at you. But you're imediatelly pulled away of him, making poor Jack fall into his face. "Yah! Why did you..." you are faced with a pissed off Jungkook. A very pissed off.
"Come with me." He says through grithed teeth. You shake your head, trying to escape. "No. Let me go and take care of your precious party." He cracks his neck, twice. Then, he easily lifts you up on his shoulder, spanking your ass hard. "Seems like I have to take care of MY precious wife first."
He closes the door behind you two and you are imediately pushed back on the wall, his mouth covering yours. The kiss is hot and desperate, his tongue is pushed almost instantly into the cave of your mouth, massaging, exploring, caressing. You moan against his lips, pulling him closer of you. As much as you don't like his job or his authority, you still can't deny the way he makes you feel.
"Should I take you here?" He groans, pressing himself between your thighs, which are currently wrapped around his waist. He rips the dress's upper part, making you gasp. "Y-Yes, please.. a-ah!" You throw your head back as his hot mouth hovers over the skin of your chest, sucking on one of your nipples, like a starving baby and twisting your other one, between his tattooed fingers. The roll of his hips makes your mind go dizzy. "You enjoy it, my little slut?" He asks, bitting into your left nipple, making you cry out in pleasure and pain. When you nod, he smirks and pushes you to bed.
You pout when he gets up. "Take your dress and panties off, leave your high heels on. Spread these legs for me to see what is mine. " You quickly do what he tells you, surpried of how shameless you are. Jungkook humms in approval. He is quick to give your cunt and wet, huge lick, a hard suck and a slap, making you arch your back. "Stay here and don't touch yourself until I am back. I have cameras all over the place." He reminds you then he disappears.
Some minutes later, the door opens and you are shocked to see not only Jungkook, but Jack too. A tied up Jack. You gasp and want to get up, but Jungkook stops you. "Don't disobey, me, Y/N. Or I'll hurt Jack." You slowly nod and lay back and he ties Jackson on a chair, exactly in front of your bed and spreaded legs. He looks away but Jungkook forces him to look back. "Look at that pussy , Jackie boy. That sweet is only mine and I'll devour it in front of your eyes to show you who's pussy this is. If you look away, I'll pull your eyes out."
He warned making his way to your wet cunt, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, revealing his tattoos and sending you a devilish grin, before burring his face between your lips, devouring you.
Hey, can someone recommend me fluff & angsty fics of Jungkook or 0T7. I read a few yesterday, and I was angry about how the story turned out to be.
My favorite series came to end ! This is probably the best college fic I've ever read , which is realistic and dramatic too 😊. I loved the characterization of everyone ! Usually when you see one member centric stories it is hard to see other members have a substantial role in it .. they end up being there just for the sake of ot7. But not Ego omg .. from Yoongi to Taehyung , from Jin to Hoseok , and especially the characters of Jimin and Namjoon played key roles in some or other aspects of the story and I loved it !
I am happy that Ego finally had it's deserved ending but what I'm going to miss the most is the author's discussions with reader's asks that happened almost every week and how Ego! readers became a community 😊🤗. Thank you , @suga-kookiemonster for this wonderful fic and for this whole journey ! 💐💐💐
ego 09
summary⇢ what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way. pairing⇢ jungkook/reader word count⇢ 12.9k ☠️ rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | humor | college!au | fuckboi!au | fratboy!au warnings⇢ sexual content, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), masturbation, dirty talk, everybody is still pissed tf off and consequently has an attitude, but then also everyone is soft 🥺, drinking/partying, taehyung gets done dirty and also can’t tell his disney princesses apart, seokjin mulls over his many career options
a/n⇢ THE END IS FINALLY HERE 😭😭😭😭 i’m so relieved, but also so, so sad. thank you to everyone who joined me on this long, goofy journey and encouraged me to keep going with all of your wonderful messages and feedback, and thank you to everyone who took the time to welcome my baby into their lives and love her as much as i do! i truly appreciate every single one of you beyond words and i only hope you feel your time spent with me was time well spent. thank you, thank you, thank you 💜💖💞💕💗💝💟💘
this chapter’s mood is this. hope you enjoy!
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My God. Found a new writer that has my ******* in knots. And nerd jungkook is something I will worship on an altar with my whole soul. But srsly this jk story is wrecking me
like crazy
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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 ‘slut’, '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 lover’s gentle touch, beguiling the horizon’s 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 night’s 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, you’d argue, was the worst part of falling asleep after a hook-up: avoiding the ‘walk of shame’.
And it appeared as if you weren’t the only one facing this conundrum.
You opened the door to see a figure lurked near the hallway’s 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 wasn’t too pleased with the conclusion.
The sigh was a familiar one – one that had been directed towards you one too many times.
“Jungkook?”
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 you’d 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 – an image you’d 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. “Hey, you,” his voice cracked, causing the ‘you’ to sound like two words smashed together.
“What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean?” His brows raised as if the answer hadn’t been right in front you – which it had been, in the form of violet blotches and scratch marks across his sun-blessed skin.
“Did you trip down the stairs and pass out?” You half-joked. It was arduous to imagine how the teacher’s pet who did algebra for fun could find himself in the same spot you were in. ‘It’s relaxing!’ He’d argue, before timing himself on his Samsung’s 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. “Do you seriously not-” The approaching sound of steps slashed his sentence short.
They must’ve been done cleaning the living room – 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 weren’t 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.
“Jungkook, what-”
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 you’d ever been to him.
In the dim room, light fragments leaked from the doorframe’s 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 Jungkook’s 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 you’d 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 night’s 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.
“Okay, you might have a problem with being seen but I don’t.” 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 didn’t 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. “Please.” He kept your gaze, as if it were an insurmountable fact that one didn’t go against his wishes when faced with such a guise. You loathed how he was right.
“Fine, at least entertain me,” you whispered. Already, he looked as if he regretted not letting you go. “I’ve never seen you at a party before. Didn’t think you were the type to hook-up.”
You’d expected him to flush at your confrontational assumption, rather than the raised brow and head tilt you were met with. “And why’s that?”
“Because you’re so… you.” At his look did you shrug, rattled mind settling for the first adjective it thought of. “You’re cute.”
“Cute?”
“What? It’s a compliment.” You pat his head.
“What am I? A dog?” He huffed, blown air inflating his cheeks. He swatted your hands away and crossed his arms. You didn’t 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. “You know, I’m not as innocent as you think I am.”
“Evidently not,” you said. “Or you wouldn’t be here, stuck in a closet with me, sneaking out after a one night stand.”
“Who said anything about a one night stand?”
Your brow raised. “You have a partner?”
The dark did little to conceal the crimson burn of his cheeks and ears. “No, but I’m just saying. I hypothetically could have one. You don’t know me.”
“We’ve been seatmates for five months, Jungkook.”
“And not once have we actually talked.”
“Unless I’ve been talking to your secret twin, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“You complaining about our prof everytime she gives out an assignment isn’t a conversation.”
“Only because you’re a teacher’s pet.” You huffed. While he might not have appreciated your circadian quips, you didn’t think it was the worst seatmate bonding time. “Which brings me to my next question: why’d you go last night?”
“I can’t go to parties like a regular college student just because I’m me?”
You sent him a pointed look because, yes, you didn’t 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 didn’t 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 – something that has totally never happened to you.
“What?” he whined.
“Who’s the lucky person that managed to drag the golden boy away from his studies?” 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.
“If you don’t tell me, I might accidentally start speaking too loudly,” you teased, voice rising in volume.
Panicked, he placed his palm over your lips. “Keep your voice to a whisper.” He sighed, relenting. “I… I came last night because I wanted to see you.”
You blinked.
“To see me?”
His bunny teeth gnawed his lip. “I’ve always thought you were kinda cool.” His hands rose to cover his overheated ears. “C’mon, you definitely know I like you. I always act like such an idiot around you.”
You didn’t know. How could you have possibly known when he never spared you a second glance?
Reading your disbelief, he continued. “You don’t remember the notepad incident?”
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 weren’t expecting to find were short letters—if they could even be called that—written in the backs of them. They talked about infatuation and the art of unrequited passion, thoughts you’d never associated Jungkook to having. So engrossed in their messages, you hadn’t realized when he had come back. “Who’s this about?” you had asked him as he swiped his stationary back from you, face flushed.
“You said it was poetry.”
He groaned. “What about all the times I let you copy off my homework?”
“I thought you were just being nice!”
Jungkook pouted, his foot softly stomping in frustration at your idiocy. “I’m not that nice.”
“Then why didn’t you approach me?” You hadn’t seen him the entire night.
He took a step back. “You were… busy.”
“Oh.” Your stomach dropped. “Jungkook, I-”
“No, no,” he panicked. “You don’t have to explain yourself, you don’t owe me anything. Seriously.”
“But I still feel bad.”
“Well, don’t, it’s not like I didn’t… yeah.”
“Well, the past is the past.” You forced him to meet your eyes with a tug of his chin. “We can always make up for lost time.”
His adam’s apple bobbed. “What?”
Your hands trailed his arms, surprised at the hard muscle. He shivered as you blew on his ear. “I’ve always thought you were cute, too.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yes, really,” you giggled. “You don’t think I have good taste?”
“If you did, I would’ve fucked you last night.”
You liked this bolder Jungkook. The one who met your gaze rather than shied from it.
“Well, if you had approached me, maybe you would have.” Your hands trailed his chest. “But we can always do it now.”
“What? Now? There are people outside.” His words supposed one thing but the hands resting on your hips said another.
“Should’ve thought of that before you dragged me in here.”
He curled inwards. “Sorry about that, by the way. I panicked.”
“Yeah, I could tell.” You pressed against his chest. The rise of his heartbeat drummed against your skin. “But if you hadn’t then I wouldn’t have been able to do this.”
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 wrist’s 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 you’d 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. You’d 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 you’d 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, you’d 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. It’d 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 – 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 didn’t believe that it was his intention to be so beguiling, but it didn’t 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 you’d 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 hadn’t misheard you, you pressed against him harder. “Did you-”
“Shut up,” 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.
“I want you to fuck me,” you panted into his open mouth.
For a second, he stilled, as if shocked by the bluntness in which your words pierced him.
“You want that?” he tested the waters, resuming your kiss.
But you were impatient. “Please, Jungkook.”
“You really want our first time to be in a closet where anyone could hear us?”
“Yes,” you said. You wanted it. Needed it. “You could fuck me anywhere, I just need your cock in me now.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he groaned, unable to stop the jerking of his hips against you.
You smirked against his lips. “Really? Never thought my innocent little seatmate would be into this sort of thing.”
His eyes narrowed. “You really want me to prove it to you, huh?”
You played along. “I really don’t know what you mean.”
“You want me to treat you like the slut you are?” he teased. You shook, putty under his words. “You’re really sure?”
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.
“Please, Jungkook, I want it.”
The heat between you returned at your panted answer. “You like being called what you are, huh?” The tone of his whisper made his voice that much more provocative.
“If I’m a slut, then what are you?” 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. “You talk too much.” He tapped two fingers against your bottom lip. “Real sluts know what to do when I do this, don’t they?”
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. “Can’t even take my fingers? How is my cock ever going to fuck your warm throat?” His unoccupied hand applied pressure around your neck. You gasped at the new feeling and the delicious lightheadedness that came with it.
“Filthy slut, fucking some guy you barely know when you know I like you?” He grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. “Had to watch you act like a dumb whore just for some cock when you could’ve had mine so easily, baby. I had to fuck some random chick because of how hard your little outfit made me.” He grabbed your hand and placed it over his clothed crotch. “You feel how hard I am? This is all for you.” He sighed. “Whoring yourself out for some other guy and not even offering me your services? I’m disappointed in you.”
The prior night had been a drunken blur, and you could barely recall how you grinded against the stranger you’d 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. “Say ‘ah’,” 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. “Swallow.”
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. “Messy slut,” 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.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned. “I’ve jerked off to you so many times – 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 can’t believe I finally get to taste you.”
“But I wanna taste you first.” You pushed him away to unbutton his shirt.
His defined abs were a surprise in itself, but they weren’t what caused you to gasp.
“Okay, I know now that you’re not my innocent little classmate, but I didn’t expect this.”
‘This’ being the two metal rods pierced through his nipples.
He snorted at your genuine reaction. “Yeah, yeah, geek in the streets, freak in the sheets,” he said. “Now, suck.”
You didn’t 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.
“You’re…” 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. “Can I please suck your cock?”
He pet your head. “You’re only an obedient puppy when you want something, hm? Bet you say that to all the other guys you whore yourself out to.”
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 he’d go to drink, the water would recede, and when he went to eat, the branch moved out of reach.
“How badly do you want my cock in your dumb whore mouth?”
“More than anything.” 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. “Only need you.”
“Oh, I know that, baby,” he said. “The question is whether you’re a good enough whore to deserve it.”
“Please let this whore suck your large cock,” you begged, taking a page from his book and staring up at him with puppy-dog eyes, mewling against his leg. “I’m just a dumb bimbo willing to do anything for cock.”
He, finally, tapped his length against your lips. You waited for his command before you licked the head, scared he’d retreat if you didn’t obey him.
“Open,” he said. A word you’d 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. “You must’ve taken a lot of cock down this throat, you’re too good at this.”
Deeper and deeper, he went. You winked when your lips met the base of it.
“You’re too fucking good, bet you have a line of guys dreaming about your pretty lips wrapped around them.” His hand pushed and pulled you harder, treating you as nothing more than a toy thats only purpose was to suck cock. “Do you know how my friends talk about you? They think you’re so pretty, baby. I can’t even blame them for talking about how much they wanna fuck you. Turn you into their cockslut. They’re so jealous that I get to see your cute face everyday. Of course, it’s not only your face that I look at.”
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.
“Doesn’t take much to turn you into a cockslut, does it?” He pulled you to your feet, ignoring your complaints of wanting him back in your mouth. “You’re so easy that it’s almost boring.”
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. “Lift your arms, slut.”
Your back to him, you couldn’t 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. “Such a slutty fucking hole, all for me, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” you said. “All for you, only you.”
“You probably don’t even need to be prepped, huh? Sluts are always ready.”
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 Jungkook’s touch felt so different from all the others you’ve 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.
“I knew it,” he groaned, losing himself in you. “You taste so fucking good.”
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 wasn’t 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.
“I’d ask if you were ready for my cock, but I know you are,” he said, pressing his chest onto your back and rubbing his length down your crack.
“I need it.” You rubbed your ass against his crotch, enticing him to fuck you full.
So, he did.
“It slid right in,” he moaned. “Do I have to thank whoever fucked you last night for loosening you up for me?”
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 didn’t 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.
“I’m gonna need you to be quiet, baby,” he whispered in your ear. “Wanna be a good slut for me and keep that whore mouth shut, hm?”
You’d 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.
“Nothing but a dumb little fuckhole for me to breed, isn’t that right?”
It became more difficult with every thrust to hold back your moans without hands to bite on.
“You like that?” He delivered a harsh thrust into you. “Want 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.”
“Fuck,” you hiss. “Feels so good.”
“Did I say you could speak?”
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.
“Snap your fingers twice if you want out, okay?”
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.
“I think I like you better like this,” 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. “You know what I’d do if you were mine?” He sniffed your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.
Your head shook.
“I’d fuck your pretty ass until it’s 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 wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything without my help, hm, baby? I’d turn you into a dumb little bimbo who needs me for even the littlest tasks.” Your eyes rolled at the purr of his tone as he whispered every single thing he’d do to you against the lobe of your ear. “Good sluts take whatever I give them.”
“I need that so bad,” your voice came out muffled from beneath the fabric. You wanted to tug your wrists from where he’d tied them above you and feel his skin beneath your palms.
He caressed your nape with a condescending laugh. “I know you do. I’d 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 you’d love it, wouldn’t you? Would love everyone watching you, knowing that I’m the only one allowed to touch you… until I ask my friends to play with you, of course. I’m not that selfish.” You tightened around him. “Oh, you’d love to be passed around and gang-banged. You’d be so filled up with cum that your stomach would bloat.”
Clearly, he had an exhibitionist streak (among a plethora of other kinks). Something you should’ve 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.
“You’re so fucking tight. I never wanna leave this hole.”
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 would’ve thought possible. Your heart spiked as each motion made noise loud enough for the outside to hear – but you could no longer care, lost in the sensations of his hard cock belitting you into nothing more than a hole to fuck.
“You take my cock so easily. Didn’t even need much prep. You’re just a common whore, aren’t you?”
You feverishly nodded.
He reached around you to remove the wad of cotton from your mouth. “Where do you want my cum?” he groaned, the words rushing from his lips as he chased his climax.
“In me,” you cried into your shoulder, barely conscious enough to not want to get caught. “I need you to fill me with your seed.”
“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re so hot, you know that? Could fuck you for the rest of my life.”
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.
“I want you to cum with me,” 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: “Need you to cum, need to feel you cum around me. Shit. You look so pretty fucked out. Such a good slut for me. You’re doing so good, baby.”
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 wouldn’t spill.
The sensation of his cock slipping out of you felt like heaven and sin.
You hadn’t orgasmed so destructively in… you couldn’t remember having ever experienced anything that came close to that. You weren’t 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 wasn’t 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. “Don’t swallow yet, baby.”
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 Jungkook’s 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.
“We… We really just did that.” Jungkook had finally come back to himself, doe eyes widened as if he had broken from a spell. “Are you alright?”
You laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, you?”
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 – 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 wouldn’t 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 you’d 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 weren’t 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.
“Hey,” you smiled. “Did you start on the final project already?”
His head whipped towards you, wide eyes and parted lips telling you he hadn’t 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.
“I- That-” He struggled to gather his words as each consonant slipped through his fingers like fine sand. He, a past valedictorian, had been left dumb. “I did,” he croaked out. “You?”
“Of course, you did.” You laughed, the sound more metallic than you’d intended. “I’m gonna start next week.”
“Cool,” 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.
“I just-” “I don’t-”
Your voices overlapped each other, causing you to exchange awkward grins.
Jungkook cleared his throat. “Can I start?”
You told him to go ahead.
“I just wanted you to know that I meant what I said about liking you.” He rubbed his nape. “I didn’t mean for what happened to happen, but I don’t regret it.”
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.
“I don’t regret it, either,” you said. “Plus, that might’ve been one of the hottest hook-ups I’ve ever had.”
He blushed. “And about the ‘me liking you’ part?”
You dragged your chair closer to his. “After the way you treated me, how could I not?”
It took him a moment to compose himself, back ramrod straight as goosebumps ran down his arms at the turn he hadn’t 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 Jungkook’s hand began trailing up and down your thigh.
Your eyes widened.
“Did you really like it?” he whispered.
“Like what?”
“The way I treated you.”
There were thousands of ways you could’ve 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. “If you want to continue being my good pet, then don’t make a sound.”
So enthralled were you in his touch that you hadn’t realized that your professor had called you. Twice.
“Present,” you yelled, embarrassed by the startled shakiness in your tone.
“Good pet,” he praised, rubbing harder through your clothes. “You want more?”
Jungkook licked his fingers with a nymph gaze. With his free hand, he unbuttoned your pants.
Paranoid, you glanced around the lecture hall.
“Don’t kid yourself,” his low tone caused goosebumps to run across your arms. “I know a common whore like you wants to be stared at while being used.”
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 ‘squish’.
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.
“Can someone please read the first section on page 130?”
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, Jungkook’s 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.
“Great,” the professor acknowledged you, gesturing you to begin.
You quickly flipped through the pages, hands shaking when you realized that Jungkook wouldn’t 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.
“Though scholars believed that–” He pushed his fingers directly against your most sensitive spot. “–That, um, though they believed that–”
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. You’d be quite offended if your tightness around his fingers weren’t 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 he’d jealousy-fuck you the moment class dismissed. You were just about to when you felt it – that tell-tale tightening.
“Jungkook,” you whispered, your legs beginning to shake. “I’m coming.”
His lips brushed against the lobe of your ear. “Cum for me then, slut.”
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 hadn’t even realized how Jungkook’s 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. “There isn’t a CCTV in here, right?”
He moved you onto the desk, hands gripping your hips. “Even if there was, would you care?”
And the answer was ‘no’, you didn’t. As long as you were wrapped in your seatmate’s warmth and greeted with his shy yet teasing smiles, you wouldn’t have cared where he touched you. What could’ve been a one morning stand began a series of trysts both public and private, and you both wouldn’t have had it any other way.
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SUGAR AND SIN CHARACTER MOODBOARD | JK FANFICTION
╰┈➤Jeon Jungkook
"Power wasn’t something handed over—it was hunted, taken by force, hoarded in the shadows where he thrived, where he once learned to beg for it."
╰┈➤ Aurora Beckett
"Even the gods above had tried and failed. She'd be dammned if she let a man allow to strip away the color in her."
SUGAR AND SIN | JK FANFICTION
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synopsis: Aurora Beckett is as sweet as the cupcakes she makes and as bright as the morning sun that fills her bakery, the first thing in the morning. With a knack of making friends every chance she gets and putting them before her, she finds herself in trouble more than a friendly neighborhood baker should. Yet this time, the trouble came barging itself. Jeon Jungkook- the shadow syndic, a name whispered through the darkest corners of South Korea, feared like the devil himself. Certain circumstances lead him to her, and the next thing he knows, 5'4 "inches of pure headache is his self-proclaimed partner in crime. But when annoyance starts to twist into a need for the girl, who's everything he's not, he realizes that she is the one who's trouble.
🧁✧ ˚. TITLE: Sugar and Sin.
🧁✧ ˚. PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook × female oc
🧁✧ ˚. GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy × sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/ thriller.
🧁✧ ˚. WARNINGS: violent acts - including murder, physical confrontations, and threats of harm. Dark Themes – Themes of crime such as kindapping and human trafficking, power dynamics, moral ambiguity, mature language, characters experiencing physical and emotional abuse. Please continue with caution.
🧁✧ ˚. TAGS: Mafia boss Jungkook, peirced and tattooed jungkook, he is also a meanie, sociopath Jungkook, jungkook with a gun, RICH man, he kills people for a living or maybe for vengeance, oc and Jk both struggle from a traumatic past, oc is a cat person, oc is an extorvert, people pleaser oc, she is sick and tired of bills, oc is a daddys girl, oc may or may not have a tiny crush on the mafia boss, she is also a little reckless, sloooooooow burn, yearning and pining, a great amount of both from Jungkook's side until he eventually admits it and becomes a simp (he will be downnn horrendously bad), he fucks up at some point, angst angst and angst, but also angst with happy ending? eventual fluff after a longgg wait but it's tooth rotting so maybe it's worth it, eventual smut (maybe Idk man), protective Jungkook, he will die and kill for his people, possessive Jungkook, obsessive too, he is also kind of pathetic but his aura goes insane, oh and he also wears gloves 24/7
A/N: woah maybe this sounds kind of cliché but writing this brings me great joy and I hope you feel just the same if you choose to read it. This is my first time posting a silly work of mine to a public platform and I'm not really hoping for something big but genuine readers and friends I plan to make along the way. Thank you if you're reading this. I hope my words can be worth your time.
Also If you wanna get ahead, I have already posted 9 parts of this on my wattpad.
Thank you again. I will be starting to post here soon.
SUGAR AND SIN | JK
🧁✧ ˚. TITLE: Sugar and Sin.
🧁✧ ˚. PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook x female oc
🧁✧ ˚. BLURB: Maybe the gun wielding stranger with a penchant for dramatic entrances can be her chance of survival other than her worst nightmare.
🧁✧ ˚. GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/thriller.
🧁✧ ˚. WARNINGS: This chapter contains intense scenes with threatening behavior, discussions of violence and murder, and emotional distress.
🧁✧ ˚. TAGS: oc is SILENCED, jk is a jerk and likes to break in
🧁✧ ˚. A/N: ty ty ty for the amazing support you guys have been showing this!! It means more to me than you know. Also, I kinda don't wanna post the new chapter on wattpad until I have posted all the already published ones here so it can be in sync. Let me know what you guys think about that?
🧁✧ ˚. TAG LIST: @scuzmunkie (let me know if you wanna be added in the tag list)
CHAPTER 3: AURORA
He was here.
In her goddamn living room, sitting on her couch like he owned the place.
The realization hit her slowly, like the creeping cold of winter sneaking under the door. She hadn’t heard him come in. She hadn’t seen him approach. But there he was, every inch of him radiating danger.
He was here to fulfill the promise of something dangerous.
He was here for her.
She didn't need to look through her memories of last night to recognize him. The inky voids that were placed where eyes normally are were proof enough, and so was the horrifying calmness he carried with himself surrounding the small space of her apartment.
Her lips parted, her breath shortened and her unblinking eyes went all over him, his gloved hands that were skilled for taking lives-she was sure of it- resting flatly on his broad, muscled thigh clothed with the black of his pants, his shirt of a softer fabric soft yet unyielding, strained against the hard planes of his chest. The tailored suit jacket stretched over biceps that seemed too solid, too real, for this moment to be anything but a nightmare and there was the face she hadn't properly grasped in the chaos of last night, now all sharp lines, cool beauty, and unsettling stillness.
Maybe the devil wasn't a short red man with thorns and tail at all. Maybe he wore tailored suits and silver piercings.
"Inhale. And sit down."
His voice- a calm authority, snapped her out of her jumbled thoughts. She wasn't sure how much she could take of being the sole recipient of her attention.
"What.. H-How did you-you get in?" She managed, not bothering to cringe at how small and powerless she sounded in her own home.
"Sit down." It was an order this time considering how his bored face hardened and his tone shifted. "We have lots to talk about." His gloved finger flexed briefly over the gun holstered at his side.
That gesture alone was enough for her to obey before her mind could catch up and reluctantly sit across him while trying her best not to display how wobbly her knees were getting. Even as she sat across from him, every fiber of her being told her to flee. But something in his stillness kept her rooted to the spot.
"Answer me now. How-how did you get in?" she asked again, though as much as she tried to hide it, there was a tremor in her voice.
"I don't respond well to questions phrased like that. Try again."
Her frustration bubbled up, cutting through the haze of fear. "Are you kidding me-" his fingers flexed against the barrel of his gun again in response, making her narrow her eyes at him.
"You're here to kill me too, aren't you?Because I saw what you did. I saw you murder that innocent man." She was surprised at how collected she sounded.
He leaned back, slow and deliberate, his gaze heavy on her as he scoffed under his breath. "If I wanted to kill you, I could have done that there and then. Just another body for my men to dispose of." And there went that collected front of her down the drain. But his expression remained unchanged, bored almost, as if this entire exchange was nothing more than a chore to him.
"But I didn't. And if it helps, the innocent man was not as innocent as you naively assumed." His voice was colder, with a mocking tilt to it.
She bit the inside of her cheek, fighting the wave of unease rising inside her. "So? What are you, the law?"
"My word is. And he went against it." He said simply.
Her lips parted again in an act of disbelief. There was something so twisted about this man. And she had a feeling that didn't stop only at him being a murderer.
"T-That is not going to stop me from reporting you to the police and neither will you." She said with a determined look even though her actions were hesistant when she slowly and carefully rose up from her spot.
And he clearly saw right through it. "Need a drive there?" He leaned forward, his presence suddenly much heavier as he spoke out with an amused tilt of his head.
This was the face of a man who knew he won't be punished for his crime. This was the face of a man who knew that, that was all beneath him. Just who the hell was this man?
"What is wrong with you?" She conferred the answer was: Everything.
"Why are you doing this? Why did you do any-any of that?" There was a frustration in her voice now that caused him to rise up from the couch as well. And she could swear he was tenfold more intimidating now that he was displaying the giant of a height he had, almost causing her to flinch.
"I don't owe you an explanation for my actions while you do owe me something for meddling in my business." He replied, the shadows deepening on his face
"Meddling in your business? You're the one who broke into my bakery.." and now in my apartment. "And made it your place of crime."
"Your little bakery will be nothing but ashes on the ground if you don't stop talking back and resisting to my word." He eyes flashed with irration as he spoke out with a harshness, taking a step closer to her but still maintaining a distance he looked distasteful to cross.
While all she could do was stay frozen in her spot with her hands curling in ball of fists by her side as his eyes told her to even though the audacity of this man to threaten the place she made a living from raged her to no end.
"Now back to what's important." He said, releasing a quiet breath.
"That being your silence that you owe me. You'll not speak about anything you saw with anyone. And I'm just saving you from the embarrassment when I say that you drop the police bullshit."
She swallowed a hard lump down her throat, not liking how he stared at her, how his words spit out like venom. Of course, she felt a surge of anger at how he was ordering her around, but it was tempered by fear at last. "I-I can't just forget what I saw.."
He cocked an eyebrow at her words. "But you will. Or I'll have to resort to unpleasant ways to make you forget. Would you want that?"
She instantly shook her head at that. She couldn't digest how this man had her so pathetic at his non-existent mercy. It was a pill she had to swallow, of course, but that didn't mean she was gonna do it without an attempt to choke it out.
Her mind raced. The face of an familiar old man with a nasty grin flashed in front of her. Mr. Choi had been tightening the noose around her neck for months. The bills have been piling up, and if she didn't speak up now, maybe she would have to return back home. This could be her only chance. Yet the rational part of still considered the insanity of bargaining with a man who just threatened her life.
She swallowed hard. It's a terrible idea. A dangerous gamble.
But when has she ever listened to the annoying rational part of her head?
"I- I want something in return for my silence." She said with a newfound determination, her chin tipped up. "My bakery's landlord... Mr. Choi... he’s been extorting me for months. If you want my silence, I need your help." Even with the clarity in her demand, she couldn't help but feel like it was as if she was begging. The pulse racing with fear convinced her that she was begging.
Gods, what is wrong with me?
That seemed to twist something in him as he stepped closer with a sinister calmness. "You think you're in a position to make demands to me?" His voice was laced with a malicious intent, making her do everything in her power to not squirm in her spot as he towered above her.
Yet she stood her ground even if the fear threatened to overwhelm her. "It's only fair that I get something in return." She said with a surprisingly steady voice, trying her best to hide the desperation that was eager to be out.
Please, let this work. Please don’t let this end with my body laying in my own blood.
A muscle of his jaw ticked. "Being bold now, are we?" he said. "But let me make one thing clear: you're not in a position to make demands. You're in a position to be grateful, I'm not killing you right now."
He paused, his eyes glinting with intensity and some sort of interest. "However... I'll consider your request. Not because I owe you anything, but because it amuses me to do so. And maybe you'll prove useful enough to warrant a little... leeway."
He turned to leave, then looked back over his shoulder. "Until next time, baker girl."
And he was gone, leaving her heart thumping and her world shaky.
To be continued..
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SUGAR AND SIN | JK
🧁✧ ˚. TITLE: Sugar and Sin.
🧁✧ ˚. PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook x female oc
🧁✧ ˚. BLURB: Jeon Jungkook doesn't do favors, and neither does he make petty deals expect for maybe Aurora Beckett.
🧁✧ ˚. GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/thriller.
🧁✧ ˚. WARNINGS: it's jk's pov 🤷♀️
🧁✧ ˚. A/N: sooo I couldn't help it and posted the next chapter on wattpad. Do check it out for a suprise 👀- chapter 9.
🧁✧ ˚. TAG LIST: @scuzmunkie
CHAPTER 4-JUNGKOOK
The world was divided into two: those who feared the shadows and those who became them. Jeon Jungkook had long since chosen his side.
In the dark and haze, his name slithered like a serpent, coiling itself around its prey, squeezing until the last breath was crushed out with the whispers of "Jeon Jungkook didn’t needed a excuse."
No one dared to squirm against his word and grip, only pestered and tested his non-existence patience with pleads for mercy—a concept he had long since buried in a forgotten land with the naive child that he had broken out of.
But of course, every theory seemed to have its exception. And Jungkook lived for exceptions.
He especially enjoyed when the object of his thinning patience struggled, when they ran, thinking they could escape him.
It gave him a thrill of hunt. A thrill he has based his life on. A thrill that reminded him of why he lived the way he did. Power wasn’t something handed over—it was hunted, taken by force, hoarded in the shadows where he thrived, where he once learned to beg for it.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
And when the hunger for that power surfaced, he indulged in it timely. That Thursday night was the choice for one of those times when he'd step out of the professionally cold walls of his office totake the hunt outside, letting the blackness bleed into places that weren't considered the part of the shadows. That wasn't a constriction for him. Nothing was, and if anything, the dead night served the mood, not a curtain.
The times were of his choosing, and so was the prey- a middle-aged man with homely features. They seemed to do a good job at hiding the renegade of a bastard that oh so foolishly thought that greed was his to have and screwed up with the money- his money- from the arms trade by having the nerve to dip into trafficking—without permission. That bastard thought he could crawl into Jungkook’s territory, and Jungkook would let him walk free.
Unfortunately for him, the snake was a slithery, undulated thing, and Jeon Jungkook was no different than that. Just the bite was a lot more lethal when provoked.
And oh was he provoked, so very into the act as his prey tried to hide, run and break free from the shadow that loomed behind him, that he didn't notice when they broke into a uncharted territory. It was dimmed and shadowed- that was all the mattered until a certain pair of eyes that could almost be mistaken for a deer's with how wide and enlarged they were with fear met his from a corner, trying to hide yet stayed frozen.
He could see the spooked look in them-the one he was not entirely foreign with- even in the dim lightening. The acceptance a little deer has when a truck with blinding lights and ignorance comes crashing its way to serve its end.
It had the bored look in his eyes get replaced with an uncertainty. It surprised him. He was almost never uncertain with a gun in his hand and lust for blood rushing through his veins.But as the man he was hunting fell to his knees, choking out pitiful pleas, Jungkook didn’t move to shoot. His eyes kept shifting back to her.
He did not expect that. He had not expected a hindrance, a potential witness to him blowing this cowering man's brains on the floor.
Yet he didn't get rid of the hiding little deer the moment he was done setting himself free from the tiresome pleads the annoying bastard was supplying his way. He didn't get rid of her even when he knew that those eyes wide with fear saw everything, not even when she passed out before he could reach her, giving him a leverage to silence her without the inconvenience of her begging for her life and all that.He could have. He should have. It would’ve been easy.
But something stopped him.
And that irritated him more than anything.
Instead he snapped two fingers to have information on her before having his men dropped her off to her whatever cheap excuse of apartment she lived in, finding out that this deer eyed woman named Aurora Beckett runs this place which he had painted red, is supposedly a bakery.
Insignificant, really.
He convinced himself later that he didn't need to waste a precious bullet on a nobody who he could hush with some threats and a glare.
But something about her had kept him from pulling the trigger, and that gnawed at him more than it should have.
Genuinely, what the fuck was I thinking?
This was beneath him.
He had his infamous scowl on his face as he trudged on the creaky stairs, the fluorescent lights overhead casting an unforgiving glare on the threadbare carpet.
As he walked into the dingy office of Choi Sangwoo after telling Hyunsoo- his right hand man to stand on guard beside the door, the distaste in his chest gnawed at him. The air was stale, thick with the smell of cheap tobacco and desperation. This wasn't the kind of business he was accustomed to-dealing with insignificant men like choi over petty real estate. But here he was, all because of a request from a woman who shouldn't have been his fucking concern.
Sangwoo looked up, his eyes bulging with fear the moment he recognized him- it was almost impossible that unfair wanna-be businessmen like him didn't hear the hint of his name around the very air of greed they breathed. And It was the same every time: fear, groveling, then obedience. Normally, it was satisfying. Today, it felt like a waste of time.
"Mr. Jeon... I-I wasn't expecting you," he stuttered, his hands fumbling to hide the cash on his desk as if that would somehow change what was coming.
He didn't bother with pleasantries. Never did. "That's because you're a fool, choi. Only a fool tries to squeeze more than what he's worth."
He saw the beads of sweat forming on his balding head, his fingers trembling as he reached for a handkerchief to wipe them away. It was almost pitiful. Almost.
"I'm not sure I understand, sir," he blubbered, though the fear in his eyes told the mafia boss that he understood perfectly.
Jungkook stepped forward until he was almost looming over his desk, his gloved hand leisurely tucked in his pocket, his face giving away annoyance and boredom both.
"Aurora Beckett. The bakery."
His face paled at the mention of a certain brunette. "It's just business, Mr. Jeon. I didn't-"
"And you're doing it poorly." He cut him off, my voice heavy with disdain.
"I-I can explain--"
"Don't waste my time," Jungkook snapped, tossing the deed transfer onto his desk. "Sign it. Now."
His eyes widened as he read the document, the fear palpable, "This... this is a deed transfer. You're buying the land?" and so was the confusion at seeing the man who could basically buy him twice (or maybe thrice), do petty business with him rather.
He nodded curtly, the irritation simmering just beneath the surface. "For a fraction of what it's worth. And you're going to take it, because you're in no position to do otherwise."
Sangwoo's hand shook as he picked up the pen, eventually signing it. Well, atleast he could brag about this whole thing of Jeon Jungkook making a deal with him in his cheap circle of friends with cheap wine, while leaving the part where he almost shit his pants the whole conversation.
The landlord finished, handing the deed back to him with a shaky hand. He snatched it from him, folding it neatly and slipping it back into his suit jacket.
"Try getting too smart again, and I won't be handling this as business." He spat out before leaving the office, the weight of his presence still weighting the place.
Even after he left the place, he couldn't help but feel a disbelief over his own actions. He had allowed himself to be pulled into something small, something that shouldn't matter. He wasn't supposed to be doing favors for a woman in return for the silence he wants from her when he could silence her for life instead. But here he was, making deals on her behalf, and for what?
Too engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't notice when the man walking behind him stepped forward to open the car door for him.
Nodding in acknowledgment, he slid in the back seat. Hyunsoo followed right after to settle in the driver's seat like he usually did and ignited the engine to life.
Hyunsoo drove in silence, as he always did, his focus sharp and unwavering. He wasn't the type to pry, but he knew his boss well-too well. So, when he finally spoke, his voice was measured, careful.
"If you don't mind me asking, boss... why the interest in this particular property?" His tone was cautious, respectful, but the question still grated on the mafiaso's nerves.
"It's just business," He replied, the words flat and unconvincing even to his own ears, his eyes fixed on the window.
"This place, it's not exactly high-value," he said slowly, almost as if he was thinking out loud. "And the bakery... it doesn't seem like your usual type of investment."
This wasn't his usual type of investment because it wasn't an investment at all. It was a whim.
A whim he decided he was gonna make worth his while.
"I have grown a sweet tooth." He said, bitterly enough for Hyunsoo to understand he should better keep his mouth shut.
The rest of the ride was Jungkook gazing outside at the blur of neon signs and passing cars, trying to shove the millions things that never seemed to stop overwhelming his head.
Yet one thing was clearer than the rest: Aurora Beckett was far from finished with me. And whether she realized it or not, I was far from finished with her.
To be continued..
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