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softcore, jjk

you want to push him so that he fucked you rough until you squirted

⇥ pairing : idol!jungkook x headstaff!reader

⇥ genre : smut, fluff (a bit)

⇥ words : 8.5k

⇥ reference : jungkook 

⇥ warnings : dom!jungkook, bigcock!jungkook, bratty!reader, rough-sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, spank, edging, overstimulation, oral (both), fingering, penetrate, kinky, punishment, thigh riding, breath play, biting, hair pulling, hickeys, nipple play, doggy style, public sex

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It was insane yet intrigued Jungkook, even after countless times he had fucked you up till this time you were still able to stir up something beneath him. He doubted himself endured through time, only because both of you in public- or else he might pushed you against the desk and plunged his hars cock inside your pretty hole. There were always something about you made his heart and his cock acted like a horny teenage boys who craved for pleasure. Well, he was but it was more than pleased when it came to you, a feeling which he used to claim not able to feel but now he felt it with you. Love.

Jungkook never believed when they said sex hundreds of times much better when you did it with your lover. He always pictured sex purely just for giving sexual enjoyment, satisfaction. However when he met you everything had changed, Jungkook was not the old Jungkook, his life now completed when you were with him.

Both of them constantly aroused whenever his eyes landed on you, you were like a flame lit up his candle.

Jungkook perused at your curvy figure, your white silk blouse clad perfectly at the right angles, he didn't like the way the few buttons on your blouse left opened. Your juicy and round ass fitted tightly wrapped against your black pencil skirt, Jungkook bit his lower lips as he ran his fingers against his lips. Jungkook noticed how the other man inside the same room had been watching you all along you made entries inside the lounge room.

Despite the fact, he stared at you all along right after he noticed you, looked ethereal as ever. He still didn't fail to heed the lustful glances from all the males on you and he hated how clueless you can be sometimes for incapable to see their glances were more than a friendly glance. You didn't even notice when all their eyes landed none other than your perky boobs and that juicy ass that he claimed as him but still available for all the man to see it.

Jungkook knew it sound selfish but sometimes he wished you had no obligation to your work, he wanted to lock you inside his luxurious penthouse with the intention that none other than his eyes could see and enjoy you whilst you just waited for him back home from the work. You knew he was sitting a goldmine, he further than capable of giving you everything from head to toe, to please you inside out but your rejection of him spoiled you, exaggerated him.

He knew you loved your work as being the head manager of staff at the big hit but he couldn't help to be jealous and possessive when you wore such a tight attire, which made him imagined sinful things he wished to do on you.

Undeniably, he felt lucky and proud to have you as his girlfriend by his side but somehow he couldn't consider himself blessed when another man oggled your massive boobs and round ass. Well, consider themselves lucky to not have him punched their face to the death just by looking at you but he will not do so after you had warned the last time he got into trouble and hit a man who shamelessly looked at your ass.

Jungkook disliked made you angered with him, it didn't suit you, you suited better with a bright smile and cheeky grin of yours. Nevertheless, he knew you didn't want him to create any problem since he was an idol and he had to take care of his image and the company's image. Regardless, Jungkook couldn't restrain himself from worked up and enraged when the male stared at you, right in front of him just like right then but he tried his hardest to hold back his feelings and acted as if everything was alright.

Jungkook's eyes traveled every inch of your body, from head to toe, he can smell you even you were so far from him. That sweet scent of yours- even your pussy smelled intoxicated. Your scent made him sleepy yet his massive thing under his black leather pants awoke by how delicious you smelled.

You pushed off your hair from your shoulder, slightly scratched your collarbone and fucked it turned him on, even more, when he caught a glimpse of your fresh cleavage peeked from your blouse. His eyes landed on your shapely figure as you swing your right legs on your left legs, Jungkook wanted to glide his hands on your soft skin, needed to mark your smooth skin with his hickey, and spanked your butt hard until they red.

You were tempted him to take you there and fucked you senselessly in public, something about you aroused him, you didn't need to be naked in order to elicited him, you didn't need to seduce him to incited him yet just by seeing you smiled can make him very horny.

Eagerness built up within his veins, the urge to pull you inside his embrace and kiss you passionately remain as a fantasy. He can't do that in public. You hated PDA in front of other people and always remain so professional. Little did they knew, you were his pretty slut on his bed. Jungkook wondered if you ever thought of him while in the facade of your professionalism, he wondered if you had ever imagined and noticed his bulge over his pants.

Jungkook stared you straight in the eye but you pretend didn't see him at first until another staff whispered something probably about him and you turned to look at Jungkook before you glared at him, your cheeks flushed before you flashed a sweet grin at him and your fingers pointed at the camera.

Jungkook smiled back when you mouthed focus at him. How can he focused now when your lips looked so luscious just now, so pink, it looked so perfect on your stunning face.

Now he wanted your lips to wrapped around his cock-

"Isn't it right jungkook shi?"

Oh shit, Jungkook thought. He raked his veiny fingers against his long dark hair as he shook his head, damn he busted. All he ever thought about was you. He had a one-tracked mind and was too engrossed with staring at you until he forgot he were in the middle of doing Vlive to thank the army for the daesang they received with other members.

Luck for him when Jimin saved his ass as he patted Jungkook's thighs before laughing it off and told the army they were about to off and ended Vlive after they said their goodbyes and set off waved towards the camera.

You smiled as you stared at Jungkook, he looked so delighted with his members. Your eyes trailed down from his chiseled features down to his buff torso, he wore a black jacket paired up with tight leather pants. You sucked in a deep breath when your eyes noticed his prominent bulge aligned against his crotch. His cock was so big, thick, long, and just perfect to able rode your orgasm.

You nipped your lower lips as your eyes remember the last night you spent together with him, it had been one week since the last time he touched you. You were surprised by how you became addicted to sex and Jungkook. Ever since the day you met him your life change thirty-six degree, he was the first man and you wished was last who can make you begged on your knees just to had him fucked you.

Your eyes scanned his muscular and tough figure, you observed his muscles rippled beneath his tight leather pants as you gazed on his good looking face down to his slender and veiny hands, that long fingers roused you. Jungkook always had his way under your skin and knew exactly how to please you. The ways his fingers alone can make you cum and find your g-spot in a short period thrilled you. It was amazing how he had you twisted around his finger and how he managed to make you in the mood every time he wanted to fuck you.

The way he fucked you rough, senseless when he mad made your thighs clenched together. You could feel the fluids inside you streamed down, after one weeks days without him touched you and masturbated you wanted him to fuck you rough, hard, and raw. You felt craved and addicted to sex whenever it comes with him, your boyfriend. Jeon Jungkook. You never thought you will become one after you met him. You enjoyed sex as much as he did, you somehow wished he will ruin you.

You flinched when someone placed a hand on your shoulder, you turned and relief it was Taehyung. You disliked it when someone touched you but it was exceptional if they were bangtan or your boyfriend and your female friends. "Oh, I'm sorry for startling you," Taehyung bowed slightly as you shook your head.

You laughed off as you placed your palms on his chest, "No worries, Tae. Why? Do you need anything?” Taehyung nodded at your question and he looked down on his jacket, "It just I don't think I can fit the old measurement for tailored made clothes, it's too tight for me now," Taehyung scratched his nape, you eyes caught his shirt button almost flew opened.

Immediately, your fingers reached his shirt as you fix the button, the clothes cost a load of money. It will be such a waste if it tore up. You noticed the way Taehyung’s body and posture had enhanced a lot from slim to buff and sturdy. You heard about the nowadays had spent his times often at the gym, you used to know Jungkook was the only gym geek in bangtan. No doubt, Jungkook’s physique well built, muscular and fit.

He endless surprised you with his enormous stamina when he fucked you, he could able and ready for a fourth-round while you almost passed out. But, not lie you liked it.

"Okay, Tae. I can see that, I will talk to the stylish that arranged the clothes and asked her to measure your once body again. Don't worry,"

"Thank you, y/n. I need to go now since I could feel myself burning with a jealousy stare from your boyfriend," Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows and you knew what he talked about, indeed you can feel it too, Jungkook had his intense gaze on you, his veins fumed, his eyes never left your figure.

"You're welcome-"

"What did you guys talking about?"

Your conversation with Taehyung ended when Jungkook all of a sudden butt in and stood tall between you and Taehyung. His face written everything, he was jealous. You loved it when Jungkook tried to conceal his anger and jealousy in front of other people, you were the only one who knew how possessive and needy he became over you. Honestly, you didn't mind, that attitude of him assured you he loved you by his action instead of the word I love you he said to you every day.

Jungkook was contented when all the works had finished and he finally had time to spend with you but when he turned his face at where you sat, his expression turned unhappy when he saw you were talking to Taehyung, instead of approaching him your boyfriend and it annoyed him the hell out of him.

Jungkook poked his tongue against his inner cheeks as he stared closely at both of you. He didn't know what was so funny that you laughed like a high school girl to Taehyung and Jungkook infuriated, even more, when you placed your palms flat on Taehyung's chest. He needed to stop whatever you and him talked about.

Taehyung was about to answer Jungkook's question but interrupted by you, "It is nothing, don’t worry."

And in the exact moment, you had chosen death. Honestly, you wanted to push Jungkook slightly to see if he will punish you. Taehyung's eyes wide opened when you answered your boyfriend like that, Taehyung knew how Jungkook was, he can't tolerance disobedient and bratty attitude when it involved to you. Yet you here provoked him.

You were anxious, nervous, and uneasy by how Jungkook didn't bat his eyelash but remain cool and stared at you. You wanted him to be angry with you. Your eyes twitched when Jungkook's fingers reached a string of your hair and pushed it behind your ears, "Are you sure I should not worry, baby?" You gulped saliva when Jungkook whispered near your ears and licked your earlobe as his massive palms gripped your ass.

"Urm- I think I should go-" Taehyung trailed off as his eyes wandered everywhere to not look at both of you.

"Yeah, you should. I need to talk with y/n."

Jungkook cut off Taehyung's words before his arms circled your waist and pulled you by force against his chest. You heated up when your massive boobs met his hard chest and the fact that every staff watched both of your didn't help to calm down your embarrassment. Before you can even be processed, Jungkook had you wrapped under his control and made you followed him like a little puppy out from the lounge room.

“I’m fed up with your bratty attitude princess," Jungkook‘s voice was rough with barely suppressed fury, your stomach tinged with butterflies when he said that and gripped your side booty firmly.

"I don't understand what you are talking about, Jungkook.”

A knot of muscles at the side of Jungkook’s jaw pulsed before he pushed you against the wall and trapped you between his huge arms. His big brown eyes were dull and inexpressive, you gasped when he all of sudden placed his knee into the center of your crotch. Slowly rubbed his knee on your private part, you tried to close your legs but restrained with his other knee.

“You did it purposely aren’t you? Babygirl? Are you that thirsty for my cock plunged inside you, huh?”

His restrained, gentlemanly voice made your inside were in fluttered. His every word seemed to be calm and controlled, your heart thumped with fright, until you could hear the sound of your heartbeat pulsating. "It's driving me up the wall trying to hold myself from giving you the punishment yet you still begged for it." Jungkook continued, you let out a soft moan when his soft lips kissed the side of your face while his knee still rubbed your pussy.

Jungkook chuckled before his eyes turned on erotic, craved for you. You almost gave up on the floor but Jungkook reached you instantly before picking you up bridal style with no effort at all, your heart was palpitating and your palms sweated as you clenched his black jacket with your small palms.

Jungkook put you on the ground after he brought you in front of his studio, there was no one at the secluded area since the access of it only bangtan and several producers to work on with their album and songs. “Come.”

His low voice scared you yet excited you, wondered what he wanted to do with you. You never received your punishment outside from Jungkook’s penthouse. You averted your eyes when he turned to you, you had to keep calm at all costs.

A tingle of anticipation emerged inside your body, how would he punish you, will it be harder than before?

His massive dark-themed studio immersed sexual tension between both of you when Jungkook walked inside didn't bother to open the light and left his red led light open and the soft glow from the dim lamp kept his studio lit. You observed his studio, there was a huge and modern setup of recording, a piano, guitars, and a huge screen hanged on the wall. At the right, there was a red wine chaise longue and there was Jungkook had sat comfortably on them while staring at you.

“Do I need to repeat?” Jungkook low, hoarse voice sent gave you goosebumps. You shook your head as you stepped inside his studio, the slow thud from his door made you flinched. "Strip." He ordered.

You got cold feet by how Jungkook’s demure eyes stared at you like prey as you walked closer towards him left adequate distance between both of you. Your heart was in your mouth. You stunned by his sudden command, Jungkook propelled his hands into his leather pants pocket.

He crossed his right legs on his left. Jungkook tilted his head slightly, peered at you still stood tall in front of him. You waited in tense silence before you questioned him back, "W-What?" It was impossible to hide the slight quaver in your voice.

"You heard me princess,"

A thrill of excitement ran through you, your heart raced abrupt. You trembled with enthusiasm under Jungkook's dark gaze, stayed sat on the chaise longue and waited for you to strip.

In your agitation, you were unable to utter anything and fiddled your fingers in jitteriness over the band of your pencil skirt. Your cheeks were flushed with warmth, you felt so naked under Jungkook's dark gaze. The way his eyes observed your body like a prey didn't waver your heart from pounding, you didn't even dare to look up at him and continued to open your attire and left you bared only with a two-piece of your undergarments.

Jungkook thrilled and enraptured by your stunning figure, admired the ways your white lacey lingerie-clad on your body. They hugged your curves in the right way, it was a hurdle for him not to claim you but Jungkook was well pleased with how your body trembled and effected by his gaze. Your body responded to him so well, he perceived the faintest of flushes creeping up to your neck.

"It looks like you have been waiting for this, isn't it, princess?"

You gulped and sucked in a deep breath when his voice became a husky, erotic whisper. You hated how easy you were affected by him, you were dripping wet just by his lustrous gaze on your body. You never knew with Jungkook simply look at you without showing any sign to touch you can make yourself twice keen on for it.

You fidgeted on your feet, still waiting patiently for Jungkook to finally said something. "Open your bra and panties,"

You bite your lower lips, the soft glow from the lamp above Jungkook made him looked so hot and tasty just sitting right there and stared at you. He was like grey but hundred times much better, "Hurry up princess you don't want daddy to wait for you,"

Ah, that nickname he adored when you called him when he did you in the room, you stared at him and noticed his massive bulge under his leather pants. You could perceive the huge swell of his cock struggled to break free of its confines. You were so thirsty for him, you wanted to drink him. Your sex drive tempted when he looked so tempting, you unclipped your bra and let it fall as you bend to open your panties. Jungkook's eyes darkened, his eyes observed your body. His delighted to see your bare body as he lusted after you in all these days.

"Kneel."

Much to your irritation, you disliked how Jungkook ordered you one by one as if he wanted to edge your patience. You wanted him to fill you up in instant, the tension grew much intense. But being a good girl for him, you listened and kneel just right in front of him. Your heart burst with impatience, the distance between you and him escalated the tension and eagerness fiercer.

"Why don't you open your leg and show me your pretty cunt, babygirl?"

Your eyes sparkled with anticipation, you bit your lips and gradually expanded your tighs to Jungkook's view. You contented by how Jungkook observed you like his favorite dessert, you slipped your fingers on your private part, and pushed aside the lips of them, revealed your hole leaked with your wetness. The soft light made your wetness glistened under it.

Jungkook roused and hard admired his slutty princess, "Are you wet because of me or Taehyung hmm little slut?"

"Y-you,"

Jungkook smirked, reclined in the chaise longue, and wrapped his built arms against his chest, you waited for him to finally touched you but he didn't instead he stood up and walked towards you. The low sound of his black boots chills you, you sensed Jungkook fall in step behind you. You felt a thrill course from the back of your neck to the base of your spine and back up again.

You imagined his eyes roamed across the curve of your body, you saw his figure in your peripheral view and instantly looked up to him, the unguarded desire in his eyes was plain to see as they feasted on you. His gaze shot up to meet yours, his lust exposed, but instead of suppressing it, a slow, wicked smile spread over his lips and a question burned in his eyes.

Jungkook's fingers latched onto his belt, unfastened them, and pulled his tight leather pants until his mid-thighs. Your eyes feasted by his beautiful posture, you sucked in a deep breath when Jungkook turned and sat back on the lounge. You gulped your saliva by his massive cock on display, throbbed and hard, the tip of it swollen and glistened with his pre-cum.

"Come here, princess."

Your eyes averted from his cock up to his lustful eyes, you were about to stand up before he spoke up, "Did I said you able to stand?" The authority tone from him sent a shiver to your body, you back on you knee before crawling to him.

Jungkook wanted to ruin you so bad, fuck you till the day until you begged him to stop. Your juicy ass swayed and your perky boobs bounced at the each time you crawled towards him. Your hardened nipple perked up as if they wanted him to lick it, which he gladly would. He loved your boobs, the way they fitted his large palm so endearing. You listened to him so well that he didn't want to punish you but at the same time, he wanted to wreck you and had your pretty mouth moaned and screamed his name all night.

You looked so innocent yet so dirty when your beautiful eyes stared up to him. Jungkook pumped his shaft whilst his eyes drank your sexy figure. His left hand reached your flushed cheek and carresed them tenderly, he didn't realize how much he loved you at the point everything about you drove him crazy. Jungkook then glide his thumb that had his precum on it against your lips, "Lick." was all he said when he rested the tip of his finger on your bottom lip. Your tongue flicked out to do as he said, you twirled your tongue against his long and slender fingers and cleaned them.

Jungkook's cum tasted so much different than the old exes you had, his cum always tasted a hundred times much better than the other guy. Jungkook was always concerned about what he ate during the day and constantly took care of his health, that was probably why you found his cum far tastier and you won't mind if he asked you to swallow his cum.

"Such a good girl, arent you?"

Jungkook pulled his fingers out from your mouth, his index finger trailed down to your throat before his tattooed hands choked you firmly. "I asked you a question, slut."

"Y-yes, i am sorry."

"You made me so angered with you today, I don't know what I wanted you to do for me until I pleased and forgive your bratty attitude,"

"C-Can I suck you?"

"Whose cock you wanted more? mine or Taehyung? Do you know who you belong to?" Jungkook's tone made you shuddered and shifted uncomfortable on your knees.

"I belong to you and I want your cock,"

"Show me then, how much you wanted this cock."

Jungkook reached the back of your head before pushed your lips on his throbbed cock, your pussy tingled by his roughness. You loved this, you loved when he fucked you senseless and had you begged for his big dick inside of your pussy and mouth.

His gaze ignites something beneath you, naked, with eyes full of lust you reached his warm massive cock, ran your thumb over his balls. Jungkook closed his eyes with pleasure, groans escaped his lips. He sucked in his breath sharply when your hand curled firmly around him.

Excruciatingly slowly you flicked your tongue in and around the tip of his cock. Precum pooled, refilling each time your tongue swept around the head. You slowly stroked the rigid shaft of his cock while your tongue continued to tease him. You kept her eyes locked with his and took the head into your mouth. You felt his fingers sink into your hair as he started to thrust harder. You felt his dick hit the back of your throat but you didn’t mind. You will let him used you.

Pumping your hand as you took his cock deeper into your mouth, saliva trailing in rivulets from the corner of your mouth and left his cock slick. You watched his eyes closed and his breathing became ragged. You cupped his full balls in your hand and they tightened in her palm, giving away how close he was. The way he growled confirmed it. Jungkook live it up to see you on your knees and suck him good like a good girl you should be for him.

"No, not yet," Jungkook said as he shoved his hips faster against your mouth. Tears started to pull inside the pool of your eyes, your massive tits swayed forth and back, your hardened nipples grazed over Jungkook’s things sent you back to heaven.

Your mouth let out a ‘pop’ sound when Jungkook suddenly pushed your head out from him before he stood up and choked your neck as he turned your back against the chaise longue. You were still suffocated from earlier before Jungkook thrusted his dick inside of your mouth and fucked them as he pleased.

“Ahh, fuck your mouth so warm.” Jungkook groaned, tilted his head back while working on his rough, fast thrust against your mouth. You clenched your thighs together, your small palms hold his strong thighs. You gripped them firmly to stop him from thrusting but Jungkook ignored it as he continued to fuck your mouth. “I thought you want it, why you are so struggling? Make me cum little slut.”

Jungkook’s voice provoked your orgasm, you wanted to release. His voice alone enough to stir up your inside, you let go of his thighs and trailed down your fingers to your folds. You moaned against Jungkook sent a vibration through his big cock and made him shuddered. Jungkook loved when he was inside your mouth and your hole. Both of them never failed to fascinate him with your warmth and tight.

You moaned louder when Jungkook reached the back of your head as he pushed his hips forward and fucked himself inside your little mouth, you always shocked at how long Jungkook could last. Your jaw was already tired but you wanted to please him as much as you could. “Urgh, fuck!” Jungkook cursed as he shut his eyes and splurged out his cum inside your mouth before pulling it out from your lips, there was a dribble down your chin.

Jungkook wiped your lips with his thumbs, he thrilled and enraptured by your stunning figure, all messy and wrecked. “Baby, we are just started.”

And fuck that turned you more, you rubbed your fingers against your clit, needed the friction so much but halted when Jungkook nudged your arms, “I don't remember I allowed you to touch yourself? Aren’t you are so greedy, slut?”

“I-I’m sorry- Jungkook!”

You screamed his name when he pulled you from the floor and made you squatted down in front of him. “What a messy, baby-” Jungkook chuckled. His slender, veiny fingers rubbed the lips of your pussy. You were too impatient, you pushed up against his fingers, needing the rub and friction against you. “Patience.” The sound Jungkook slapped your perky boobs echoed through his studio.

You bit your lips as you shut your eyes tight, Jungkook circled your clit as his index fingers slipped inside your hole. It had been so long since you jad been touched there – since you had been touched anywhere – that it was electric, a shot through you core. “Ahh, Jungkook-“

“Princess, your wet cunt here looks so inviting," You gave a little whimper of struggle because of your position you were in, Jungkook grabbed your hair and pulled them, made your body arched forth as well pushed his three fingers inside you and straight hit your g-spot. “J—Jungkook!”

“Don’t fucking struggling . I warned you. You will sit here like a good slut you are and I will use your body like how I wanted.”

You bit your lips harder when Jungkook thrust his fingers inside of you faster and constantly hit your g-spot. You reached out his big cork, hard and throbbed, pumped him as he fingered you. You can’t hold your orgasm if he kept pushed you to the edge and before you could process your body spasmed violently, cum trailed down from your cunt. Even so, Jungkook didn't stop fingered you intensely. You reached his wrist to stop him but Jungkook didn't care as he continued his fingers on you. You knew what he intended; wanted to overstimulate you.

“J—Jungkook! I—I can’t!”

“Stop battling! You asked for it, now cum for me.”

Jungkook spoke with a gruff, masculine voice. You tried to simmer down but Jungkook’s fingers fucked you made you fall behind, he kept tabs on you, oh how he loved to see you wreck under his touch, how sensitive you were to him. Your back arched, you threw your head back with your hip rode his fingers.

You shuddered when you felt your inside started to build-up. Instead of cumming you unexpectedly squirted, “Oh yes baby,” Jungkook rode his fingers against you made you squirted, even more, you gasped under his touch. Your squirt splurged out from your pretty cunt, Jungkook stopped to finger you as he kissed your forehead. “Good girl.”

You trembled under his touch, your body almost gave up. Jungkook hold your arms as he carried you and lied you down on the couch, you shut your eyes closed, your breathe quickened. You forced your eyes opened when you felt something poked your entrance. “W-wait- j-jungkook!”

”Stay still, I’m still not done with you.” You were sweating bullets when he said that, Jungkook gripped your throat as he plunged his hard shaft full inside of you. Your voice stucked, your mouth agape due to the sensation. You were still numb and sensitive after you reached the peak of your second climax. However, Jungkook seemed uncared as he forced you to stand and slammed your upper body against his record desk.

“Jungkook!” You whimpered against the desk when he without any notice had plunged his big, hard cock inside you. You were too swamped with his hard thrust, your lips nonstop moaned louder and screamed his name every second his hip slapped your ass. As expected, Jungkook always his way inside your body, he knew the place that drive you crazy. “J-Jungkook! I-I’m cumming!”

“Don’t.” Jungkook gripped a fist of your hair, arched your back against his front torso. “Don’t fucking dare.” He warned against your ears, his hips still worked on in full speed pushed his massive shaft inside of yours. He was indeed so rough, wild that you started to see stars. You tried to reach his cheeks to kiss him but Jungkook dodged your palms, “I don’t think you deserved a kiss, slut.”

You were dumbfounded at first, Jungkook knew how kiss meant to you in bed. You loved it when he kissed you while his cock jabbed inside of you like a heated animal. “J-Jungkook, I don't think I-” You moaned so loud, it was crystal clear that you bet people who might walked outside of his studio might can hear you but you didn't care. You were never embrassed to tell the world that your man pleased you so well, so good that you cant contain your moan and your hormones around him.

“Fuck, pretty slut. This tight pussy take me so well, huh.” Jungkook reached over your clit with his right hands as his left hand gripped your waist to steady your posture against his desk. Your back arched even more when Jungkook played with your clit while his cock thrusted in and out of yours, he circled your clit as his lips sucked in your neck.

You were amazed by the way he last, sex with the Jeon Jungkook was on top of heaven itself. He will indeed satisfy you first before him even after your climax he still wasn't cum. However, you could tell by the way his arms trembled with pleasure against your waist proved he was about to reach. You were that desperate to cum for the third time, you purposely clenched your thighs together to edge him and it worked.

“Oh fuck fuck, baby i’m near- oh shit!”

You reached the back of his neck when he snuggled his face against your exposed neck, left his love marks everywhere. You rolled your eyes back when Jungkook thrust even harder and faster, “J-Jungkook!”

“Take it slut, take this big cock like a good girl.”

His dirty talk even edges you more, before you could even process your body spasmed and so did Jungkook. He groaned as shot his warm loaded cum inside of you. You fell over the desk as you propelled your body with your elbow, Jungkook rasped as he cockwarmed himself.

“Damn, little slut. You’re wrecked.”

Jungkook chuckled as he pulled out his now softened cock from your wet ass pussy. He was content to see his cum mixed with yours as it flooded out from your hole, he inserted his fingers inside of yours again to push the cum inside of your pussy. You moaned when you felt his long fingers inside of you once again.

“As I thought, so responsive.” Jungkook smiled, despite the fact you were tired after the third round, your hole still reacted to his touch. Jungkook slowly reached your body and twirled you to face him, you clung onto his muscular body. You were out of your breath, your eyes fluttered open to look at Jungkook. His lips formed a small, fond smile as he stared at you.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked, his large palm caressed your cheeks as his thumb brushed under your eyes. You shook your head, snuggled your cheeks against his palm. You closed your eyes to feel his warmth that started to develop to you. “I love you.”

His low confession sent tingles through your skin, you were about to reply but stunted when he placed his lips on top of yours, planted a soft kiss. You fluttered your eyes open before your lips formed a wide grin and you planted a passionate kiss on his lips. I love you too, jungkook.

I think he might be trying to induce heart attacks. 💓💓💓💓💓

Omg the one with the sweater and the suit affect me in a way that just is incomparable with the others. Jungkook, what do you want from me dude? You go on live saying, “you think you can handle me?”….

Um to that I say, dude, wait till you see the energy and how much life I have in me. you think you seen the power of Army and people with alcohol, well this sober person might be your greatest challenge.

Seriously tho my friends are low key scared of the energy I possess when I choose to. (I’m mostly calm, so no worries) 😉

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ . . . in which your wait has finally ceased, rather unexpectedly so as he surprises his way right into your arms on christmas eve

starring, navy officer!jungkook x kindergarten teacher!reader tags/warnings, fluff, waiting for your husband on christmas eve, very much inspired by that one line from sabrina's 'slim pickins', sweet couple alert, lower case intended word count, 1.1k note, i'm saur very sorry guys this is also an old piece (guilty). i wasn't able to finish up 'miles from home' on time 🫠. this was a cute lil request i received when i was on another acc so yeas bye lovers hope you enjoy 😘 permanent taglist : @ggukivrse @bangatanily @koosluvss @hobiseightbracelet @seokjinthescientist @nochuel

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“dada! look what i drew for you!”

the little girl’s giggle melts in your ears as soon as you step out of the classroom to drop her off. ara, your brother jin’s daughter was such a bubbly child, closely resembling her dad’s and mom’s soft features.

“jin, hi” you waved at him, nudging ara to her dad as she scurried towards jin’s open arms.

“hi, oh my baby who is this handsome man you’ve drawn right here” he sweetly appreciates his cherubic daughter, cradled in his arms, your smile widens seeing your brother so happy.

“ara, would you draw one for me as well?” you coo into her ears, petting the silkiness of baby hair that is tied up in a cute ponytail.

“yes auntie! i’m going to draw one with uncle jungkook and you!” she pats onto her bag as it clinks with all the colorful pens and papers stuffed inside.

“oh sweetie auntie would love that!” your mind, though, wanders off to jungkook, who is probably in the middle of the vast ocean, working for his country, making everyone proud.

but you sure miss your high school sweetheart, the black haired doe-eyed boy you met years ago, who’s now your husband. 

“__, if you ever feel alone, maybe i can drop ara off at yours sometime so we can getaway a little you know.” he winks lightly at ara’s mom, seated in the car, oblivious to the snarky comment he just made.

“i would love to have ara over, but not this christmas.” your lips curved into a smile.

“jungkook will be home on the 25th, tomorrow. though it’s late, i can still have him with me for a whole month!” you felt like a schoolgirl again, one who is head over heels for that one boy.

“finally that little dork finds time to spend with his wife. literally after dating for almost half of your lives and even marrying you he’s off in the middle of the sea, visiting once in a while like santa.”

jin’s brotherly instincts make you laugh as you shake your head

“i’m proud of him, jin. and i can wait, work here at the kindergarten and even play with ara and would still not feel alone because i know he’s with me everytime.” you say, matter-of-factly as jin mocks you again for acting like a teenager (as if he’s any better), but you didn’t mind, because these fleeting moments of thinking about your husband made you feel alive each time.

“okay then, it’s already evening! see you at christmas dinner tomorrow, and you better come with jungkook.” he “threatens”, making you helpless and thus ushered him to the driver’s seat, waving goodbye to ara, as you walk back to your own car, ending the day’s work at the kindergarten earlier than usual, to start christmas preparations.

you couldn’t wait to add final touches to the tree, and to countdown until the time jungkook comes home, when it would ultimately feel like one.

__

“that’s perfect!” your best friend jiah chimes through the phone, as you proudly show off the apple crumble recipe you were trying to replicate.

“it’s a bit too sweet for my liking though, but jungkook would surely love it.”

“yeah yeah lovergirl, isn’t your nice man home yet?” jiah asks as she is engaged in decorating her tree, busily shuffling through a multitude of gift boxes lying in front of her.

“he’ll only be here tomorrow, but before our usual dinner anyways.” you put the dish away in the refrigerator.

“okay then, i have to put up the star now, it’s long overdue.” you bid goodbye to jiah, sending her a pouty flying kiss, receiving nothing but an eye roll in return. typical.

picking up the gold and red star laying on the centre table, you heave a deep breath before trying to reach the top of the dark forest green christmas tree, already decorated.

after much struggle, but efforts in vain, your short figure hurries to the store room in search of a wooden stool stacked away somewhere.

10 minutes passed, as your defeated form emerges from the store room and leans against the door, high on contemplation as to how you’d accomplish this mission.

“never back down, angel.” you feel your senses coming alive, hearing a voice so familiar, a mix of aftershave and bleu de chanel ringing in your nose, a pair of sturdy arms wrapping around your waist lifting you up to bring you eye-to-eye with the top of the tree, holding you steely on the broad shoulder.

you had him memorized at this point. it was jungkook. his white uniform clad body, fit and firm, fluffy black hair that brushed against your exposed waist through the flimsy material of the red tank top adorned.

say, you’ve taken his words in, quietly leaning forward, placing the star oh so perfectly on the tree, pleasantly but not obviously surprised as you wanted to tease him for a while longer. you knew he’d come to you, even if a day earlier than informed and spend time with you like this. and display of strength? you were a sucker for that, only from the man who’d not let a scar touch your body when he had you close.

he brought you down from his shoulder, immediately towering your frame, eyes finally meeting after almost an year.

“hi” he sweetly muses, making your heart topple over and above.

“hi” you smile, looking up at him.

“can i kiss you?” 15 years of togetherness and here he is, asking you for consent. oh he’s your man, jacked and kind. not the boy you knew years ago.

“please do”

conversations, so short, but they’re still profound. he presses a sweet peck onto your lips, a feather touch, making you yearn for more.

a moment.

coming back up to look into your orbs for a second, he dives back again to your petals, like a man starved, foreheads pressed together, relishing the minute the both of you get engrossed into the kiss. he dips down, and learns you in a way no other can. pulling you closer it seemed like he was going to kiss you until christmas eve. you wouldn’t mind that.

“merry christmas, darling.” he whispers, voice hoarse and warm on the cold winter day.

“i missed you, love. merry christmas.” you kiss his nose in response, as he scrunches them. hands smoothing through the locks of your hair, he stares at you for a minute.

“i’ve made your apple crumbles, extra sweet this time though.” your eyes search his, as he chuckles.

“i think i’d want something just a wee bit more delightful than the desert you made, though.” 

his eyes gleam in mischief, placing you on his lap, cradling you close to his chest, hands ran on it’s own accord, exploring his broad shoulders.

“then let me be your sweetener, babe.”

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ . . . in which he learns you, in a way no other can. it's the intimacy of being understood. of having fate bring you together, and you hold on for eternity.

starring, CEO!jungkook x potteress!oc tags/warnings, an argument, work-time injury and everything in between, explicit content: fingering, use of nicknames like "baby", unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it up), kitchen sex, soft aftercare and confrontation. note, i'm not entirely sure how this is— it's prolly js a pwp, an old piece which i modified a bit. tell me what you feel! feedback motivates me to write more! :3 word count, 2k+ permanent taglist : @ggukivrse @bangatanily @koosluvss @hobiseightbracelet @seokjinthescientist* * - (not able to tag!)

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Another miraculously orange morning and you excitedly pace towards the small out-house where you spend half of every day at. You were a potter, one with immaculate skills and rated a whooping five-star among the customers who you attended to. You harbor signature styles and originality in each creation. 

A pretty smile danced across your face as you opened your workstation for the day, setting aside all the pieces that were ready for delivery, drawing the curtains that opened to a sunlit view of the backyard. You have a sip of some freshly brewed coffee, that tasted a bit off, but still the effort counts. 

Jungkook had made you some as soon as you woke up, unusually so, because every morning unfurls into a scene of either him following you around as you help find his keys, or even important files that he was supposed to take care of.

Despite these, he’s always trying to become better. Even the best for you. 

3 years since you vowed to be bound to him for life, under really unforeseen circumstances. Betrayal that still stung in your heart, embarrassment that was hard to wipe off. 

A mistake, or maybe something intentional, you don’t dwell anymore. His brother, Junghoon, who was arranged to marry you, backed out at the last minute and in a haste, Jungkook stepped forward, saving your family’s generational dignity. Binding the both of you forever.

“Good Morning!!” Your husband chimed and opened the door further with a tray of pancakes and maple syrup.

“I wanted to make breakfast in bed, but you wake up so early everyday.” He pushes the door shut with his legs, carefully balancing the food in hand.

You peek further into the tray only to find some pancakes that barely made it alive and the majority completely burned off. You shook your head at his failed attempt in cooking, which wasn't novel.

"Oh lord, you cooked?" You approached him after washing  the clay off your hands and drying them.

"You don't seem impressed.. Do they look that bad, your honor?" He carefully checked the tray in his hold, doe eyes that held the galaxy in them, stared at yours, waiting for a response.

"Okay okay, let's see how it tastes first, then I'll give you the verdict, yeah?" You picked up the fork and dug into the relatively good one.

"It's not bad, I see, you've definitely improved." He presses a kiss onto your temple, feeling victorious as you smile and set the tray aside.

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"Bye __ !! I'm leaving, see you soon and please take care." His daily reminders pass through your ears once again, as you wave at him with those clay coated hands of yours, a result of the carefully designed pots you're crafting.

You watch him inspect the car, ensuring it's in good condition as always, as his gaze shifts to the window of your workstation, catching yours like a lover's caress, brief and fleeting before driving off.

Your eyes divert back to the small pots you've already made. There were five, but you needed two more to finish with an order. It was for decorating a baby shower venue, so you had extra flowers and ribbons prepared to adorn them once they’re done.

Somehow feeling overwhelmed at the workload and deadlines, you whisper a final “I got this” in attempts of hyping yourself up, before leaning forward and placing the measured amount of clay on the wheel.

The moment you started, however, its sharp blades wounded your hands, and you jerked them back in pain and reflex.

"That.. hurts… where's the first aid." You gaze around the room in such a hurry as it adds to the giddiness in your head along with the blood loss as you somehow manage to get the coffee and gulp it down quickly before tightly tying the cloth you use to wipe your hands, to stop the blood flow.

You did try to finish the order and barely pack them up, before finally deciding to retreat for the day.

___

Plopping down on the couch back at home, you stare at the clock, realizing the time, you quickly rush towards the kitchen in order to prepare something before Jungkook arrives. You were completely focused on work, forgetting to make breakfast in the morning, which ended up in Jungkook's burnt pancakes, so you needed to have something proper for dinner, but with those injuries, it was hard.

Weighing the condition and thinking about what to do snatched away the remaining time, as the sound of Jungkook’s car pulling up into the garage became evident.

"Crap, he's here, what do I do" Nevertheless, you rushed towards the door to open it, only to scrape your injured palm on the coat stand nearby as you hissed in pain, and Jungkook walked in on the sight of his wife holding her palm and wincing.

"Y/N?! What is this, there's so much blood !! Didn't I tell you to stay safe and take care? Is this what I get in return?!" He raised his voice, throwing away his suitcase aimlessly before cradling your hands in his.

"I'm guessing you injured yourself while working,, damn it Y/N why can't you be careful?? If you can't take enough care, then please don't do something you cannot." He blew onto your palm to soothe it down, but you jerked your hands off of his grip and stared at his eyes.

“I’m perfectly aware of what I can, and cannot.” Your glare pierced through his face contorted in a “oh shit I fucked up” expression as his eyes widened further seeing your figure walk off cutting his words, right in front of him.

He shut his eyes tightly in rage, before storming upstairs.

— 

You had to cook dinner anyways and there's no other alternative, thus you managed to set the pan and crack open some eggs, deciding to fry them and finish it off with some cup noodles and chicken.

"Damn this is so hard how do I stir them now" in the end, you had to use your elbows to try beating the eggs, uncomfortably bent over the bowl. Just then, a hand was placed on your waist, straightening your figure up, before taking the whisk in the firm hold of none other than your husband, Jungkook.

"I'm sorry, please let me do this. Go sit down." He apologized and tried to help you, but you wouldn't budge.

"If you wanna eat today, move. I'll manage this." You said, with a tint of hesitation. You needed a helping hand, but your ego was too big to let go.

His breath fanned over the subtle skin of your neck as he bent forward and placed a kiss there, a fresh floral scent wrapping around yours. Like the known, simple assurance of “I got you, baby.”

"Please." He rasped as your hands involuntarily left the whisk as he started with the eggs again, with you still trapped in his arms. 

He gets them perfectly fluffy and ready to be cooked, before pushing it aside as if to make space for something.

Or someone, as his hand comes around you, placing you on the counter with such practiced ease.

“This is why I said I’ll cook and you can wait.” You mumble, but he hears it sharp and clear. 

“Trust me baby, I don’t wanna wait. You know I was just concerned for you right?” He whispers with a genuine apology evident in his voice.

“I know you just wanted to help, Kook. It’s just that.. I just hate… feeling out of control. ” You look down, at his hands on your lap, holding it intact.

“You don’t have to do everything alone, ___. I’m here, and I just want you to be okay.”

“I think I overreacted, a bit?” Your lips morph into a grin, as he rubs his chin in mock-doubt.

A bit.. too much?” He joked, forehead colliding with yours, holding you close, neither of you moving, afraid that this moment would shatter and fade.

You break it, nonetheless into a million pieces and more, clutching the collar of his white shirt just enough to draw him closer. His lips onto yours.

You could feel how he almost stopped breathing, trying to comprehend your new found instinct, the atmosphere shifting heavily.

Regaining composure, his hands slowly began to trace patterns on the sliver of skin exposed through your crop top, yours gripping his shoulders in attempts to bring him impossibly closer. His lips hover over yours in a beat, like a question, as you close your eyes for a second, letting the thoughts sink in, giving him the green light he needed to continue.

He takes your face between his hands then lifts your hand up and places them flat onto the cabinet doors above — all in a frenzy. You don’t care how it might’ve left a mark that you’d have to wipe off later.

All of this, and he suddenly pulls apart, the distance established again between your faces.

“Do you want me to wait? We can take this slow.” He sounded so cocky, and annoyingly hot at the same time.

“Too late.” You bring your hands down, actions biting back on your words as his lips find yours again, like it’s gotten a will of its own, more so at your affirmation. His hands rake over your soft cotton shorts that sit just right on your thighs, slightly hiked up. Rough hands palm through them, just close to where you’re aching the most.

“Y’know, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad?” The ends of his mouth trace the skin beneath your ears, finding the spot that makes you squirm.

“You’re pushing it, Kook.” You let out a small whimper, goosebumps igniting your senses.

“Hmm, I think not.” His head tips to the side, hands pushing your panties aside, dangerously close, but not touching.

Not yet.

“Pleas..e” You choke out, arching forth, hips twitching against his palm to find some kind of relief. Jungkook traces his fingers through your folds, excruciatingly slow.

“Uh-huh, now you wait, okay?” He brushes another hand through your top, lifting it up to brush the underside of your breasts. Your hands move south, tracing his sweatpants before stroking him faintly through the fabric.

He groans, dark eyes staring into yours, “God, do you wanna be the death of me, baby?” Nevertheless he moved his hands relentlessly, fingers slipping in with absolutely no trouble.

“Yes? I don’t know?” You couldn’t even bring yourself to register anything that’s happening. Desperately wanting to make a comeback but failing at each nudge of his hands between your thighs and the way they curl in, taking you then and there.

His thumb runs in circles on your clit, as the pressure builds in just right, your legs start to shake as you whimper something like “Oh, right there” and he hears it. Again.

“You do know now, huh? Right here? Fuck okay.” And oh how he curls his ring finger in, the cold metal of it adding to the tight knot forming in your lower belly.

And you completely shatter. Shake and thrash around, the sight of your wedding band on his finger that’s absolutely ruining you right now— almost tips you over the edge.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so fucking well.” Your nails dig into his shoulder, letting your orgasm take over, as he lets out a low guttural “uh” that descends to a groan, eyebrows furrowed as he watches you.

“Shit, is this all f’me, darling?” He looked dazed. As if it was all a dream. You falling apart on his hands, back arched, all for him.

“Mhmm” You owed him a better response but you were too fucked out to care. Straightening your clothes, his calloused hands lifted you down, the sudden contact with the cold tiles feeling foreign to your feet.

“Turn around, hands on the counter so I can fuck you better.” 

Your stomach flips at the tone, hands immediately gripping on the edge and in a heartbeat, shorts hitting the floor as he fumbles with his own pants, as you slowly look at him behind, helping him pull it off. 

The eye contact snapped through your spine like a bolt of lightning.

“What? I just wanted to help.” You shrug.

“Fuck, if you pull shit like this, I fear I won’t last long.” He shuffles closer, angling your bodies better, sweaty palms pressing onto the back of your neck.

“I should take you to bed, fuck you deep and slow,” you arch back, growing arousal becoming too much to handle, seeking some sort of friction on his cock that’s almost touching your wet folds.

“What’s stopping you then?” You reach back to palm him, from the tip, upwards as a broken chant of your name rumbles through his chest pressed against your back, the heat of the moment leaving your bodies sweaty and craving for more.

That was more than enough for him to come out of the daze your figure— sprawled out under him on the kitchen counter— put him in as hands covered in your slick from earlier pushed your torso down flat onto the counter.

“I’m so fucking glad I married you. I love how you’re always all ready for me, just like this.” He lines up behind you, sliding inside without friction.

“J-jungkook, you’re so-” He fills you up, raw and deep like promised, hips thrusting confidently, hands probably leaving a mark on your ass with a grip so tight.

“You’re soaked, love. So pretty, fuck.” He slurs, your cheek rubbing against the counter every time he fucks into you.

All of this puts you in a state of mind too unclear, hazy, your whole body giving in to whatever he’s doing to you, and you feel it, all too familiar. His hands reach forward, rubbing your nipples through the tank top still clad on you, the rhythm never faltering as he brings you closer to the edge again.

“I can feel you, baby, tell me how badly you wanna cum ‘round me.” He slows down a little, breath hitching with each slow brush of his dick in you.

“Please, Kook, More- I need to- fuck please let me cum please.” Your eyes shut close, squinting at the feeling of the high that’s approaching fast. This was something new… real, for you in just a year of marriage. Like you’re becoming one.

“Need it so bad, don’t you?” He picks up again, ramming into you with a force that has your hands almost bruising with the grip on the edge of the table. 

“Take it then. Take me, you’re d-doing fuck, wanna feel you, let go, ___” palming your ass, his thumb comes in contact with your clit, and all too sudden, “I’m- Jungkook I can’t ohgod- fuckk”  like he said, you let go, around him in the most intense orgasm of your life.

“You feel so f’good.” He helps you ride it out while chasing his own high, as you let out a weak shivering cry at the sensation.

“Do you want me to pull out?” His voice was fucked up, the sentence forming in a half-growl as you disapprove, making him mumble a string of profanities and a broken moan, which was all it took for hot ropes of cum to fill you up completely. 

“Oh my fuck, love, do you feel that?” He stills and exhales a shaky breath behind you, that hits the nape of your neck as he plants a few kisses there.

“Are you okay, __?” 

“Hmm stay, please.” You say, too tired, completely basking in the afterglow.

“I’m going nowhere, but we gotta clean up, yeah?” He pulls you up, holding you close to keep you on two feet, kissing your half-lidded eyes open.

“Stay awake, we’ll hit the bed soon okay? C’mon.”

____

The low hum of the aircon and the soft scent of your shower gel filled the room, head resting on Jungkook’s arm around you, as his other arm continued to soothe the wound in your hand with brief touches.

“I’m sorry for storming out like that, I couldn’t complete the order and everything was just out of place.” You intertwined his fingers with yours, which never seemed to leave the bandage on your hand.

“It’s okay, what matters is we learnt something about each other today.” His eyes, however, remained zeroed in on the wound as you shake your head with a light chuckle. 

“I’m fine, Kook. Don’t push it.” You look up at his face that now carried the same lopsided grin from earlier. Annoying, but yours.

“Yeah, sure, who was the one begging to cum on my- ouch!” You swat at his chest, narrowing your eyes at his laugh that echoed through the room.

He hovers over you, pressing a long kiss to your lips, the smile never fading.

“We’re just starting with this relationship, and I'm more than ready to learn everything about you. Are you?"

"Yes I am." You kiss him again, feeling whole. Feeling like you’re his. 

I'm ready to learn everything about you, was the new "I love you". 

NO ONE, BUT YOU ⋆ 전정국

. . . . KISS ME, dangerous. been so lost without you all around me . . .

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"Hold my hand in secret and kiss me when no one's looking."

Eyes skimming around the sky now felt like a burden, you just wanted to give up and collapse, finally, onto the couch or the ground would even do— for how you felt like a human wrapped in a cyclone, world feeling dizzy as fuck.

There behind, as the only source of light apart from the moon ablaze —an otherwise fluttering sight to drink in, if it weren't for the current scenario— lay your phone, chats blowing up like gushing water following a drought.

Him, Jungkook, is your best friend but with benefits. A mutual help was what you agreed upon but eventually it became really hard for your heart to continue to bottle up the feelings growing in, with each touch, each caress and each contact. Skin to skin.

Walking up towards the little table across the balcony, you pick up your phone, scanning the texts you just received from Jungkook. How he portrayed all the words, you couldn't believe he was feeling so. 

Reciprocated. 

Your love was bound back in all means from his fucking heart. Jeon Jungkook's heart. 

Days ago, you were shattered by what he asked for, after you had your timbers shivering and knees clamping in all seriousness of the confession he presented before you.

Everything seemed to wash into your mind all at once, making things twice as hard. Tossing the gadget away, landing safe on the couch, his chat was still open. You took yourself into your well-kept bedroom, for a cup of water so that every piece of information, each adversity and ecstasy would sink in thoroughly.

"Hold my hand in secret and kiss me when no one's looking."

These couple of words echoed to and fro inside your tight heart, remembering when this was part of the "contract" / help you were lending to each other. He needed you, but was scared of society. A shit ton of insecurities ate him up alive each time, when he thought about how he'll be judged to be "using" you, the daughter of a revered model in South Korea. 

But all you know is, you love him for good. You'd never regret being his friend and now, someone he loves. Society has clamped a huge pressuring weight on each one’s shoulder. Sometimes it is the constant nagging to remain perfect. Sometimes it's how you're not perfect / likable. 

You don't give two hoots about the media, your "famous" family and your friends who go blind at shiny things. You'd gave no fucks about big and bold in the community. If you got the chance now, like right now, it'll be you on one knee with an imperfectly perfect paper ring, proposing to someone who already has your heart wrapped around in his strong fists. 

"Oh, Jeon. You make me fucking crazy." You whisper, now, admiring the sky feels less a burden, that heart of yours somehow eased into peace.

She flipped, landed and spun in circles every time he touched you. Everytime his fingers came in contact with the one tiny tattoo resting on top of the skin right next to your sternum. Everytime he kissed you there and traced it with his tongue.

Funny how you address your heart as if it was a person, right? It is. Now, she has safely landed upon something, hilarious much, again how she found peace, her world in the chaos.

"Can I take her for a ride then?" You jumped at the sudden cameo of a familiar raspy voice. Yes. That's it. It's the very voice you longed to hear, even after all the confusion and frustration. 

"Jungkook.." Oh. So you've been thinking out loud. Not embarrassing at all.

"Are you gonna let me in or should I stay hanging on your balcony?" He tightens the grip around the railing, trying to stay intact.

"Shit, sorry." You finally move, grabbing his wrists, surely not helping much as he pulls up and jumps over, hands landing taut around your waist as soon as he's on ground-level.

His eyes roam around yours, spewing a thousand words through its gaze.

And her. Your heart.

She was absolutely down. Damn much.

Toppling over and crash landing in the walls trying to break out and finally run into his heart.

"Calm down you stupid little organ. I'm not affected. No, not one bit." 

You ironically smiled at him, as he raised a brow at you. Amusement written across his annoyingly good looking face.

"Stop."

"You're making me feel, Han." He spat, fierce and quiet.

"Stop this, or I might lose myself. And I'm fucking not taking myself back. Ever."

You exhaled, the anxiety slowly waving goodbye. He's playing.

"Is that so? Then hold my hand and make me yours as the world witnesses us, Jungkook. I know for a fact that nothing can change now. It’s now, or never." Both of you were deprived. It's been days since you saw him after the controversy that arose along with a few pictures of you spending time with him, all around social media.

It immediately sent your mind to overdrive, already seeing an end to the 6 month long arrangement.

But more than that, the years long friendship you shared with this man standing in front of you.

However, his eyes swam over yours, alerting you that he doesn't give a fuck. None about the media, none about your background.

He scoffs, leaning in. "The problem is,," 

He does that, for the first time in ages. He holds your chin to face him, like he used to do, back then. Now there's different emotions mixed in, with all the lust.

Love. 

"If I kissed you, now and here, I'd not be able to stop. Don't fucking expect me to."

And there, his lips fall on yours, like a missing puzzle, skin hot against each other as he eventually picks you up in the process, and puts you down, towering over once again.

The gates of hell opened once more, as he pressed open mouthed kisses next to the v-line of your body-con, on the tattoo.

He wanted your body, pressed up against his heart.  Your hands, spreading his thoughts. Gripping your love, hope and desires, cupping them with nothing but passion. Fire. You felt his soul breathing heavily against your collarbones. You felt him nibble all the un uttered thoughts onto your ears. His hopes, naked on your skin. You needed each other. In a way unexplainable for eternities to come.

please don't change

— 𐙚˙✧˖° MASTERPOST

when that one senior you met in med school— when life felt like a suffocation, a heartbeat too loud in your ears— unknowingly became a part of your daily. he was supposed to feel intimidating, unapproachable. but oh was he the total opposite.

those fleeting moments, the unsaid efforts are now tangled in between your friendship that's just about to make a 180 turn.

they say, change is the only constant but what if you want to be the variable to that equation?

starring, dental surgeon!jk, intern f!reader category, written, situationship (?) au, fluff, smut, angst (teeny bit), senior-junior friendship that kinda spirals. note, this was purely intuitive because i wanted to start something lighthearted and fun, but then kinda lost track and now i want it to be a whole series, so we'll see where it goes ig. updates, might be slow/vary this month but soon will get consistent ! taglist, comment on this post/send me an ask with your username to be added ! [TAGLIST STATUS : OPEN.]

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INDEX :

entry 01 : handlebars

more soon. . .

" . . . I SEE MY REFLECTION in your eyes . . . "

brief, in which you're both graduating together starring, the honorable bsf2l (?) trope words, 1.5k tags/warnings, none! i got inspired from a reel, and here we are almost an hour later, so not proof read!! (which also explains the lack of a proper header but im just a girl <3) love diaries music rec, "reflections" — the neighborhood, "get you" — daniel caesar

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“you’re not wearing that tie, jeon! go put on the one mom bought.” you scramble around the house, feet thudding against the soft wooden floors— almost imitating your panicked state.

12.15 pm. and two more hours till you enter a new phase of life, graduate from college and move on.

shuffling through the drawers lined on your shared dorm with him, eyes darting to every possible corner, but in vain.

plopping down on the softness of his bed, you huff in exasperation, because this can’t be happening. 

not at the eleventh hour.

the sheets crinkle, slight rustle pronounced through the air-conditioned room, making you turn around to blabber even more complaints into his ears.

but those get swallowed into a whirl, fades away as your best friend, suitemate and something like a childhood partner in shenanigans? the one who you shared toys with begrudgingly at the constant nag of your respective parents and many things you couldn’t cohere at the moment.

really.

wholly out of the usual hoodie situation that didn’t seem to do justice to his dedicated hours at the gym, Jungkook is knelt down, clad in a midnight black tuxedo that you swear was non-existent in his list of clothes that enunciated his features better, in fact he’s never looked like this. the last time was probably on prom day, while another girl clung onto his arms throughout the evening, without letting go.

who would?

your analysis comes to an abrupt end, like those unfinished projects that lay, calm and quiet in Adobe Premiere Pro, because being film majors, it was inevitable.

however that’s not the point.

the matter of concern is how after looking like a character straight out of some rom-com, he sits next to you, adjusting his toe socks.

iron man toe socks.

“are you wearing those to a literal graduation party?” your query comes out, but it’s laced with a not so graceful laugh, a snort coming out after to just complete it.

“you’re not exactly being subtle, __.” unbeknownst to your inner battle, he looks up with slightly wide eyes screaming at you for offending the priceless possession.

“y’know what, i’ll personally buy you some real pair of socks because that,” you point to his feet from which a comical iron-man glared at you. “cannot even be categorized as one.” 

“i know, but this makes me feel at home, you wouldn’t understand a man’s pain.” he dramatically sighs, “if you don’t wanna be my date you could just say that.” those words came out gentler, and even though you knew it was a silly banter, his eyebrows contorting in contemplation defied your thoughts.

“you think i wouldn’t come with you for grad just because of a sock?” you tsk, trying to loosen up the atmosphere that held something unsaid, a little heavier.

but he remained quiet, adjusting the sleeves of the tux to his reflection in the mirror.

several minutes passed with a charged silence.

he was your day one. enrolling in film school wasn’t exactly what your family supported, but Jungkook whipped up an entire presentation— that spanned from your mindless doodles on the blank pages of his science textbook to a whole graphics scheme you created with nothing but cheap, free software and a dream— meeting up with the both of your parents to put forth a pros and cons list. he cleverly snuck in his similar wish of going to college with you, which will probably be the only fact that elevated the chances, landing you here. 

with Jungkook, about to be recognized as accomplished graduates, with impressive portfolios to name.

he knows you better.

best.

you move, finally, rounding the corner to get closer to the dressing table as Jungkook added a spritz of cologne to his neck, a few drops grazing your black silk, front slit dress laced with a floral assemblage at the cleavage.

now his scent was bound to stay for the rest of the evening.

but this time, you don’t complain.

instead, you extend your hands forward, that proudly clasped a red, furry box, golden letters engraved on the centre. 

“Dior?” he examines the box, voice still wrapped around with weight, slowly opening it.

“what the fuck, you found it!” he exclaims, forgetting about the feud, turning around immediately to scoop you in his arms, his hold.

bleu de chanel. on him, now on you too.

the cologne mixed with the heavenly combination of his body wash that you always tried to get your hands on, now sticks onto you. clings like it’s got tentacles, hooking in.

you sigh into his neck, that elicits visible goosebumps on his  skin, laughing lightly as his fingers lazily traces the slit of your dress.

two centimeters. hypothetically if his fingers linger a bit more, and move towards the right, it would be met with the smooth expanse of your exposed thigh.

nevertheless it remains on the silk, outlining the light pink flowers embroidered on them.

“you found this, so i’ll forgive you for insulting my socks.” he whispers into your ears, ever so carefully like he’ll break the moment, if anything.

“Kook?” you call out, his response almost instantly vibrating with a soft hum to your senses.

“you’re too obvious. i know you’d wanna wear the matching tie i disagreed on. isn’t that why you made such a fuss, hm?” you knew he could sense your understanding from the tone.

caught red handed.

Jungkook comes up, slyly grinning at you through his doe eyes, plump lips following suit.

“you were just too adamant on not wanting to match! why would i wear the one mom bought, if i already have another one” he justifies, but you just shake your head, hands folding at the chest.

“it’d look corny with your all black suit, i was just being considerate of your fashion, but if you don’t wanna be, sure.” you shrug, but he just comes behind, tightening the emory green tie, with bold flowers patched onto it, totally not aligning with his tuxedo.

his arms wrap around your shoulders, hands bringing the flimsy material of the tie forward, placing it on your chest, closer to the flowery lace right next to the neckline of your dress.

“the whole point of a date is to match, __.”

you just stare at his eyes through the mirror, and then at your reflection.

and just relax into his arms.

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“congrats, babyyyy!” jina, classmate and project partner, hugs you from the side, putting the nth garland around you, and pushing a gift onto your already filled hands as she struts, pulling Jungkook’s hand to get his attention.

he turned to one side, talking to your parents and clicking a few pictures of you little sister for her social media.

his focus shifts to you, and a smiley jina who just wanted her pictures taken, before meeting someone else.

“Kook! quick, she has to go.” you rush, his skin gleaming under the beaming May sun.

You pose, as he captures the moments on his ever-cherished camera, approving the shots with a thumbs-up.

“see you soon, girl” jina offers you a hug once again, and leaves in a flash to join the others.

“hey, __. look at me.” he adjusts the camera hanging on his shoulders, the backyard almost empty again, as everyone heads to the after party.

“we don’t have time, let’s go, come on.” you nudge on his hands, but he just

stays.

“i wanna take a photo.”

huh? you took 100s with him, worth all the storage your iCloud could stand.

he remains firm, tugging all the gifts and miscellaneous things from your hold, laying it safely on the grass behind.

this must be one of his antics, to just save time from socialising 

you give in anyway, setting your long brown locks to cascade behind your back, running down to your waist.

Jungkook seemed to fall back for a beat, staring at your figure before slowly bringing the camera to focus.

you expect a countdown to three maybe, conventional, the old style of “1,2,3 say cheese!”

basics of photography, 101.

“i love you.” he knocks you out of breath. 

three words, just not the ones you saw coming.

unexpected, unfiltered, pure confession.

nonetheless, you smile wide at the lenses of the Canon camera that flickered in front of your eyes. 

happier than ever.

you wish, that would’ve given him the answer he seeked for.

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