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tumblr is soooo dryyyyyyyyyy and rereading has become so boring. sigh, lemme write something

#bts #jungkook

[rerefundslocals]

How to move on from a crush? I am crushing on a guy friend and it won't go away when I see jungkook like it used to

don't confess, that is hella scay just admire from afar and watch every jungkook video on the web!

#ask rere

[rerefundslocals]

CLOSER TO YOU

Summary : Jungkook missed your important merger event for your company and a promotion you've been anticipating, he's apologizing for the wrong things, however it makes you love him harder.

>>pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

>>genre : angst, smut , fluff

>>trope : established relationship

>>warnings : mechanic!jungkook (not mentioned alot), corporate!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk(min), spanking, oc is a creamer and squirter,rough missionary, neck kisses, makeout sesh, very light dom/sub tones, they really just cute.

>>word count : I'll add later.

[a/n : I'm bacckkk, I wrote this all in one sitting,my writers block is over and I will be writing a lot more when I have a chance cause school is kicking my ass omg! thank you for all the follows, this is my little treat to you. Enjoy!! reblog, reblog, reblog, that's how Tumblr works, but anything will suffice for now! come talk to me and send requests, I don't bite<3 p.s this is heavily unedited]

[listen to : closer to you - jungkook. if I ain't got you - alicia keys. bloom - aqyila]

(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)

It's thick

The tension between you and jungkook.

You could not believe it yourself when Jungkook showed up an hour later after the merger event of your company, not when he promised to be there.

It was insufferable to face your colleagues without a plus one while their partners had held their hands the whole night. Marie did not bite her tongue when it came to asking you about where your partner was.

Yes, you were incredibly embarrassed and just contemplated staying in the bathroom stalls the entire night.

You have a scowl on your faces as you sit in the passenger seat of Jungkooks fucked Nissan Almera. Jungkook does not make attempts to apologize and it has been that way since he picked you up and quite frankly you're getting sick of it.

"Jungkook, seriously! Are you not going to fucking apologize for how you embarrassed me tonight?!" You finally let it out, screaming into the space of the car.

Jungkook avoids your question and simply presses on the gas to get  home faster. There's no traffic tonight.

You huff as you cross your arms and stare daggers at Jungkooks side profile. "So, I'm just gonna talk to myself then?" Again, no reply.

However the lack of response from your boyfriend does not stop you as you relay to give him a piece of your mind. "I just wanted you to show up, Jungkook for the one time I ask you to accompany me and this is how you fucking treat me?" You take a deep breath as you continue.

"Fine. Miss three dates that I've planned for us, but missing this important opportunity of my life...you must not love me, Kook."

"Don't say that." Jungkook finally whispers into the car. He just wants to fucking get home, But that's another 10 minutes.

You laugh, but its not full of humor, it's an annoyed breath of laughter. " and why not, Jungkook?" You question

He turns to look at you as you're stopped at a red light and his eyes look heavy and tired, hair disheveled and clothes wrinkled up. "If you wanna talk, we'll do it when we get home. Please. I'm begging you, baby."

You stay looking at him and your eyes never leave each other until the sound of a honk takes you both out of your daze as Jungkook drives off, not once waiting for your response.

A sigh is heard in the car and you turn to look at the city lights, hopefully he gets the hint that you'll have the conversation at home.

10 minutes later you're finally home and out of your heels, however you do not waste time getting back into the conversation.

"So why, Jungkook, why weren't you there? Did you know I got a promotion? And you weren't fucking there to stand by my side. Worst of all, Marie threw it all in my face. So where the fuck were you?" You've rambled but you're angry so Jungkook isn't mad in the slightest.

You've always loved the fact that he is incredibly understanding.

"I'm scraping the floors, ____. I'm barely getting by to pay our fucking rent so sue me for taking an extra shift at the workshop so you can get all the nice things you want." He responds to you, running his hands through his jet black hair.

You look around the gloomy apartment as you pretend to not understand what he had just said to you. The kitchen light shines on you both as you're both sat at the bar stools at your counter.

"I'llet you know that I don't need any nice things, I just want you. You're the only-"

"but I wanna give you all the nice things you want and I'll work twice as hard to give you anything."

It's as if he doesn't get it, he's the only thing you'll ever need.

Your head is hung low as tears gather at your waterline, you'd hate for Jungkook to see you cry cause you know how much he detests it. He fucking hates it.

"I-I love you so much, Kook. But as much as I do, I don't need nice stuff, I need you to be there for me, we just need each other. So stop taking extra shifts, I'm working as well and we can have nice stuff if we just love each other and be there for each other. Okay?"

Your voice sounds heavy, the tears have hit the counter and your back is being rubbed by Jungkook.

To avoid further arguments although he doesn't fully agree, he makes an oath to himself to get a better job and get you a life worth of all the beautiful things you want.

"Okay, baby. I'm sorry, I'll be there for you all the time. You know I love you, right? You're my favorite girl." It felt like years since you've heard Jungkooks heartful chuckle.

He lifts you by your shoulders and forces you to look at him, "I said you know that I love you, right?" You stare lovingly in his brown Bambi eyes as you nod.

Finally, he circles his arms around your waist, standing up as he brings your face into his chest.

You feel complete and whole as you melt into your boyfriends arms, there's no one like him, you don't think they'll ever be.

You lift your head as you hold out your pinky finger to him, eyes meeting once again, "pinky promise to never leave me."

Jungkooks lips spread into a wide smile as he locks his pinky finger into yours, "I pinky promise, baby."

After what seemed like years you both laugh lightly at each other, pinky fingers still interlocked.

"Mm, you know you can't break that promise." You teasingly say.

Jungkook chuckles and brings your locked fingers to his lips and laying a light kiss on your pinky, "wouldn't ever think of breaking this promise, Princess." He whispers against your pinky.

You sigh out a low 'okay' as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips unto yours. His soft pillowy lips meet yours and you both dive into a passionate kiss, Jungkooks head tilted to the side to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down to your waist to grip the skin underneath your black bodycon dress.

Your kiss becomes a fury for passion and lovemaking as your tongue envelops Jungkooks mouth and a soft moan can be heard throughout the kitchen as you moan into Jungkook mouth.

Jungkook peels off your mouth, leaning in to attack your neck in a series of kisses.

"K-kook, please!" You need him so bad, your breath is hitched as you fight for air and your moans are being progressively loud from Jungkook eating your neck.

He lifts his head up, going straight to undress you, you're peeled of your seat and onto your feet. Your dress is stripped off and you're only left in your skimpy black thong, your plump ass all bare for Jungkook as well as your tits.

Jungkook takes your lips once again, leaning  down to pick you up and as he does, he balances you with both hands on your ass and wastes no time laying a slap upon both cheeks and greedily squeezing a handful as you let out moans into his mouth like a mad woman. "Fucking love your ass." He practically groans into your mouth.

Soon, you're backed into your shared bedroom and jungkook throws you onto the bed.

Jungkook tears his clothes off layer by layer until he's left naked and his dick fully hard and bare of any hair is on show.

He spreads your legs as he settles between them, and pulling your thong to the side as he swipes a finger between your folds. "You're so fucking wet, all this for me?"

You can't seem to focus when Jungkook pushes in two fingers into your puckered hole, his speed taking off as soon as he feels you around him. "O-oh fuck, Kook!"

"Mmhm, that's it baby, taking my fingers so well." He fingers you for another 10 seconds until he's pulling out and immediately replacing his fingers with his pink tip, slowly sliding into you tight and wet walls.

"Ohh fuck!" You both moan at the same time, the feeling of his dick deep into your stomach as he starts his strokes off slow.

Your eyes are barely open as jungkook goes at a relentless speed, thrusting into your pussy as if you owed him something.

"That's is baby, cream all over this dick, and spread your fucking legs higher." You're drunk on his cock as he fucks you missionary, feeling him in your organs.

"I'm gonna cum, Kook!" The knot is getting tighter as you feel your wetness trickling down your thighs and your creamy essence coating Jungkooks dick.

"Cum for me, baby. You deserve it. Cum all over this dick." That's all it takes for you to release all over Jungkook, as a scream is let out from the depth of your lungs.

"Good girl." He never stops thrusting as he chases his high, Jungkook presses onto your stomach as he groans, as he feels his high approaching. He's sweaty above you, his dry hair now wet and stringy.

Your moans and Jungkooks are in sync as you feel your tummy tightening once again.

"Fuckk!" Jungkook finally cums and releases his load into your pussy, and you follow right after, squirting all over his lower abdomen.

"Shit." You let out as jungkook rolls over you as he watches you gather yourself.

He gets up and gets a warm wet towel for you. Jungkook cleans himself up and you. Soon after he dresses you up in fresh panties and his shirt and for himself he gets boxers and joins you in bed after an eventful night.

Your head is on his chest as you play with is belly button and Jungkook is in deep thought.

"I'm sorry, baby. For tonight." He finally says and your heart relaxes.

"Let's forget about that. You're here right now, that's all that matters."

"Congratulations on your promotion, I love you, Princess." You're surprised he even remembers and all you can do is let out a squeal.

"Thank you, and I Love you."

"I know." His tone is cocky, not that you care but you're giddy as you lean up to lay a peck on his lips.

There's no where else you'd rather be. That's what you declare.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

original work of @rerefundslocals do not copy, translate or repost as your own! est. 2024

#jungkook x reader #jungkook #bts

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I think I'm flopping 😭

CLOSER TO YOU

Summary : Jungkook missed your important merger event for your company and a promotion you've been anticipating, he's apologizing for the wrong things, however it makes you love him harder.

>>pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

>>genre : angst, smut , fluff

>>trope : established relationship

>>warnings : mechanic!jungkook (not mentioned alot), corporate!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk(min), spanking, oc is a creamer and squirter,rough missionary, neck kisses, makeout sesh, very light dom/sub tones, they really just cute.

>>word count : I'll add later.

[a/n : I'm bacckkk, I wrote this all in one sitting,my writers block is over and I will be writing a lot more when I have a chance cause school is kicking my ass omg! thank you for all the follows, this is my little treat to you. Enjoy!! reblog, reblog, reblog, that's how Tumblr works, but anything will suffice for now! come talk to me and send requests, I don't bite<3 p.s this is heavily unedited]

[listen to : closer to you - jungkook. if I ain't got you - alicia keys. bloom - aqyila]

(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)

It's thick

The tension between you and jungkook.

You could not believe it yourself when Jungkook showed up an hour later after the merger event of your company, not when he promised to be there.

It was insufferable to face your colleagues without a plus one while their partners had held their hands the whole night. Marie did not bite her tongue when it came to asking you about where your partner was.

Yes, you were incredibly embarrassed and just contemplated staying in the bathroom stalls the entire night.

You have a scowl on your faces as you sit in the passenger seat of Jungkooks fucked Nissan Almera. Jungkook does not make attempts to apologize and it has been that way since he picked you up and quite frankly you're getting sick of it.

"Jungkook, seriously! Are you not going to fucking apologize for how you embarrassed me tonight?!" You finally let it out, screaming into the space of the car.

Jungkook avoids your question and simply presses on the gas to get  home faster. There's no traffic tonight.

You huff as you cross your arms and stare daggers at Jungkooks side profile. "So, I'm just gonna talk to myself then?" Again, no reply.

However the lack of response from your boyfriend does not stop you as you relay to give him a piece of your mind. "I just wanted you to show up, Jungkook for the one time I ask you to accompany me and this is how you fucking treat me?" You take a deep breath as you continue.

"Fine. Miss three dates that I've planned for us, but missing this important opportunity of my life...you must not love me, Kook."

"Don't say that." Jungkook finally whispers into the car. He just wants to fucking get home, But that's another 10 minutes.

You laugh, but its not full of humor, it's an annoyed breath of laughter. " and why not, Jungkook?" You question

He turns to look at you as you're stopped at a red light and his eyes look heavy and tired, hair disheveled and clothes wrinkled up. "If you wanna talk, we'll do it when we get home. Please. I'm begging you, baby."

You stay looking at him and your eyes never leave each other until the sound of a honk takes you both out of your daze as Jungkook drives off, not once waiting for your response.

A sigh is heard in the car and you turn to look at the city lights, hopefully he gets the hint that you'll have the conversation at home.

10 minutes later you're finally home and out of your heels, however you do not waste time getting back into the conversation.

"So why, Jungkook, why weren't you there? Did you know I got a promotion? And you weren't fucking there to stand by my side. Worst of all, Marie threw it all in my face. So where the fuck were you?" You've rambled but you're angry so Jungkook isn't mad in the slightest.

You've always loved the fact that he is incredibly understanding.

"I'm scraping the floors, ____. I'm barely getting by to pay our fucking rent so sue me for taking an extra shift at the workshop so you can get all the nice things you want." He responds to you, running his hands through his jet black hair.

You look around the gloomy apartment as you pretend to not understand what he had just said to you. The kitchen light shines on you both as you're both sat at the bar stools at your counter.

"I'llet you know that I don't need any nice things, I just want you. You're the only-"

"but I wanna give you all the nice things you want and I'll work twice as hard to give you anything."

It's as if he doesn't get it, he's the only thing you'll ever need.

Your head is hung low as tears gather at your waterline, you'd hate for Jungkook to see you cry cause you know how much he detests it. He fucking hates it.

"I-I love you so much, Kook. But as much as I do, I don't need nice stuff, I need you to be there for me, we just need each other. So stop taking extra shifts, I'm working as well and we can have nice stuff if we just love each other and be there for each other. Okay?"

Your voice sounds heavy, the tears have hit the counter and your back is being rubbed by Jungkook.

To avoid further arguments although he doesn't fully agree, he makes an oath to himself to get a better job and get you a life worth of all the beautiful things you want.

"Okay, baby. I'm sorry, I'll be there for you all the time. You know I love you, right? You're my favorite girl." It felt like years since you've heard Jungkooks heartful chuckle.

He lifts you by your shoulders and forces you to look at him, "I said you know that I love you, right?" You stare lovingly in his brown Bambi eyes as you nod.

Finally, he circles his arms around your waist, standing up as he brings your face into his chest.

You feel complete and whole as you melt into your boyfriends arms, there's no one like him, you don't think they'll ever be.

You lift your head as you hold out your pinky finger to him, eyes meeting once again, "pinky promise to never leave me."

Jungkooks lips spread into a wide smile as he locks his pinky finger into yours, "I pinky promise, baby."

After what seemed like years you both laugh lightly at each other, pinky fingers still interlocked.

"Mm, you know you can't break that promise." You teasingly say.

Jungkook chuckles and brings your locked fingers to his lips and laying a light kiss on your pinky, "wouldn't ever think of breaking this promise, Princess." He whispers against your pinky.

You sigh out a low 'okay' as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips unto yours. His soft pillowy lips meet yours and you both dive into a passionate kiss, Jungkooks head tilted to the side to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down to your waist to grip the skin underneath your black bodycon dress.

Your kiss becomes a fury for passion and lovemaking as your tongue envelops Jungkooks mouth and a soft moan can be heard throughout the kitchen as you moan into Jungkook mouth.

Jungkook peels off your mouth, leaning in to attack your neck in a series of kisses.

"K-kook, please!" You need him so bad, your breath is hitched as you fight for air and your moans are being progressively loud from Jungkook eating your neck.

He lifts his head up, going straight to undress you, you're peeled of your seat and onto your feet. Your dress is stripped off and you're only left in your skimpy black thong, your plump ass all bare for Jungkook as well as your tits.

Jungkook takes your lips once again, leaning  down to pick you up and as he does, he balances you with both hands on your ass and wastes no time laying a slap upon both cheeks and greedily squeezing a handful as you let out moans into his mouth like a mad woman. "Fucking love your ass." He practically groans into your mouth.

Soon, you're backed into your shared bedroom and jungkook throws you onto the bed.

Jungkook tears his clothes off layer by layer until he's left naked and his dick fully hard and bare of any hair is on show.

He spreads your legs as he settles between them, and pulling your thong to the side as he swipes a finger between your folds. "You're so fucking wet, all this for me?"

You can't seem to focus when Jungkook pushes in two fingers into your puckered hole, his speed taking off as soon as he feels you around him. "O-oh fuck, Kook!"

"Mmhm, that's it baby, taking my fingers so well." He fingers you for another 10 seconds until he's pulling out and immediately replacing his fingers with his pink tip, slowly sliding into you tight and wet walls.

"Ohh fuck!" You both moan at the same time, the feeling of his dick deep into your stomach as he starts his strokes off slow.

Your eyes are barely open as jungkook goes at a relentless speed, thrusting into your pussy as if you owed him something.

"That's is baby, cream all over this dick, and spread your fucking legs higher." You're drunk on his cock as he fucks you missionary, feeling him in your organs.

"I'm gonna cum, Kook!" The knot is getting tighter as you feel your wetness trickling down your thighs and your creamy essence coating Jungkooks dick.

"Cum for me, baby. You deserve it. Cum all over this dick." That's all it takes for you to release all over Jungkook, as a scream is let out from the depth of your lungs.

"Good girl." He never stops thrusting as he chases his high, Jungkook presses onto your stomach as he groans, as he feels his high approaching. He's sweaty above you, his dry hair now wet and stringy.

Your moans and Jungkooks are in sync as you feel your tummy tightening once again.

"Fuckk!" Jungkook finally cums and releases his load into your pussy, and you follow right after, squirting all over his lower abdomen.

"Shit." You let out as jungkook rolls over you as he watches you gather yourself.

He gets up and gets a warm wet towel for you. Jungkook cleans himself up and you. Soon after he dresses you up in fresh panties and his shirt and for himself he gets boxers and joins you in bed after an eventful night.

Your head is on his chest as you play with is belly button and Jungkook is in deep thought.

"I'm sorry, baby. For tonight." He finally says and your heart relaxes.

"Let's forget about that. You're here right now, that's all that matters."

"Congratulations on your promotion, I love you, Princess." You're surprised he even remembers and all you can do is let out a squeal.

"Thank you, and I Love you."

"I know." His tone is cocky, not that you care but you're giddy as you lean up to lay a peck on his lips.

There's no where else you'd rather be. That's what you declare.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

original work of @rerefundslocals do not copy, translate or repost as your own! est. 2024

[rerefundslocals]

CLOSER TO YOU

Summary : Jungkook missed your important merger event for your company and a promotion you've been anticipating, he's apologizing for the wrong things, however it makes you love him harder.

>>pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

>>genre : angst, smut , fluff

>>trope : established relationship

>>warnings : mechanic!jungkook (not mentioned alot), corporate!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk(min), spanking, oc is a creamer and squirter,rough missionary, neck kisses, makeout sesh, very light dom/sub tones, they really just cute.

>>word count : I'll add later.

[a/n : I'm bacckkk, I wrote this all in one sitting,my writers block is over and I will be writing a lot more when I have a chance cause school is kicking my ass omg! thank you for all the follows, this is my little treat to you. Enjoy!! reblog, reblog, reblog, that's how Tumblr works, but anything will suffice for now! come talk to me and send requests, I don't bite<3 p.s this is heavily unedited]

[listen to : closer to you - jungkook. if I ain't got you - alicia keys. bloom - aqyila]

(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)(^.~)

It's thick

The tension between you and jungkook.

You could not believe it yourself when Jungkook showed up an hour later after the merger event of your company, not when he promised to be there.

It was insufferable to face your colleagues without a plus one while their partners had held their hands the whole night. Marie did not bite her tongue when it came to asking you about where your partner was.

Yes, you were incredibly embarrassed and just contemplated staying in the bathroom stalls the entire night.

You have a scowl on your faces as you sit in the passenger seat of Jungkooks fucked Nissan Almera. Jungkook does not make attempts to apologize and it has been that way since he picked you up and quite frankly you're getting sick of it.

"Jungkook, seriously! Are you not going to fucking apologize for how you embarrassed me tonight?!" You finally let it out, screaming into the space of the car.

Jungkook avoids your question and simply presses on the gas to get  home faster. There's no traffic tonight.

You huff as you cross your arms and stare daggers at Jungkooks side profile. "So, I'm just gonna talk to myself then?" Again, no reply.

However the lack of response from your boyfriend does not stop you as you relay to give him a piece of your mind. "I just wanted you to show up, Jungkook for the one time I ask you to accompany me and this is how you fucking treat me?" You take a deep breath as you continue.

"Fine. Miss three dates that I've planned for us, but missing this important opportunity of my life...you must not love me, Kook."

"Don't say that." Jungkook finally whispers into the car. He just wants to fucking get home, But that's another 10 minutes.

You laugh, but its not full of humor, it's an annoyed breath of laughter. " and why not, Jungkook?" You question

He turns to look at you as you're stopped at a red light and his eyes look heavy and tired, hair disheveled and clothes wrinkled up. "If you wanna talk, we'll do it when we get home. Please. I'm begging you, baby."

You stay looking at him and your eyes never leave each other until the sound of a honk takes you both out of your daze as Jungkook drives off, not once waiting for your response.

A sigh is heard in the car and you turn to look at the city lights, hopefully he gets the hint that you'll have the conversation at home.

10 minutes later you're finally home and out of your heels, however you do not waste time getting back into the conversation.

"So why, Jungkook, why weren't you there? Did you know I got a promotion? And you weren't fucking there to stand by my side. Worst of all, Marie threw it all in my face. So where the fuck were you?" You've rambled but you're angry so Jungkook isn't mad in the slightest.

You've always loved the fact that he is incredibly understanding.

"I'm scraping the floors, ____. I'm barely getting by to pay our fucking rent so sue me for taking an extra shift at the workshop so you can get all the nice things you want." He responds to you, running his hands through his jet black hair.

You look around the gloomy apartment as you pretend to not understand what he had just said to you. The kitchen light shines on you both as you're both sat at the bar stools at your counter.

"I'llet you know that I don't need any nice things, I just want you. You're the only-"

"but I wanna give you all the nice things you want and I'll work twice as hard to give you anything."

It's as if he doesn't get it, he's the only thing you'll ever need.

Your head is hung low as tears gather at your waterline, you'd hate for Jungkook to see you cry cause you know how much he detests it. He fucking hates it.

"I-I love you so much, Kook. But as much as I do, I don't need nice stuff, I need you to be there for me, we just need each other. So stop taking extra shifts, I'm working as well and we can have nice stuff if we just love each other and be there for each other. Okay?"

Your voice sounds heavy, the tears have hit the counter and your back is being rubbed by Jungkook.

To avoid further arguments although he doesn't fully agree, he makes an oath to himself to get a better job and get you a life worth of all the beautiful things you want.

"Okay, baby. I'm sorry, I'll be there for you all the time. You know I love you, right? You're my favorite girl." It felt like years since you've heard Jungkooks heartful chuckle.

He lifts you by your shoulders and forces you to look at him, "I said you know that I love you, right?" You stare lovingly in his brown Bambi eyes as you nod.

Finally, he circles his arms around your waist, standing up as he brings your face into his chest.

You feel complete and whole as you melt into your boyfriends arms, there's no one like him, you don't think they'll ever be.

You lift your head as you hold out your pinky finger to him, eyes meeting once again, "pinky promise to never leave me."

Jungkooks lips spread into a wide smile as he locks his pinky finger into yours, "I pinky promise, baby."

After what seemed like years you both laugh lightly at each other, pinky fingers still interlocked.

"Mm, you know you can't break that promise." You teasingly say.

Jungkook chuckles and brings your locked fingers to his lips and laying a light kiss on your pinky, "wouldn't ever think of breaking this promise, Princess." He whispers against your pinky.

You sigh out a low 'okay' as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips unto yours. His soft pillowy lips meet yours and you both dive into a passionate kiss, Jungkooks head tilted to the side to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down to your waist to grip the skin underneath your black bodycon dress.

Your kiss becomes a fury for passion and lovemaking as your tongue envelops Jungkooks mouth and a soft moan can be heard throughout the kitchen as you moan into Jungkook mouth.

Jungkook peels off your mouth, leaning in to attack your neck in a series of kisses.

"K-kook, please!" You need him so bad, your breath is hitched as you fight for air and your moans are being progressively loud from Jungkook eating your neck.

He lifts his head up, going straight to undress you, you're peeled of your seat and onto your feet. Your dress is stripped off and you're only left in your skimpy black thong, your plump ass all bare for Jungkook as well as your tits.

Jungkook takes your lips once again, leaning  down to pick you up and as he does, he balances you with both hands on your ass and wastes no time laying a slap upon both cheeks and greedily squeezing a handful as you let out moans into his mouth like a mad woman. "Fucking love your ass." He practically groans into your mouth.

Soon, you're backed into your shared bedroom and jungkook throws you onto the bed.

Jungkook tears his clothes off layer by layer until he's left naked and his dick fully hard and bare of any hair is on show.

He spreads your legs as he settles between them, and pulling your thong to the side as he swipes a finger between your folds. "You're so fucking wet, all this for me?"

You can't seem to focus when Jungkook pushes in two fingers into your puckered hole, his speed taking off as soon as he feels you around him. "O-oh fuck, Kook!"

"Mmhm, that's it baby, taking my fingers so well." He fingers you for another 10 seconds until he's pulling out and immediately replacing his fingers with his pink tip, slowly sliding into you tight and wet walls.

"Ohh fuck!" You both moan at the same time, the feeling of his dick deep into your stomach as he starts his strokes off slow.

Your eyes are barely open as jungkook goes at a relentless speed, thrusting into your pussy as if you owed him something.

"That's is baby, cream all over this dick, and spread your fucking legs higher." You're drunk on his cock as he fucks you missionary, feeling him in your organs.

"I'm gonna cum, Kook!" The knot is getting tighter as you feel your wetness trickling down your thighs and your creamy essence coating Jungkooks dick.

"Cum for me, baby. You deserve it. Cum all over this dick." That's all it takes for you to release all over Jungkook, as a scream is let out from the depth of your lungs.

"Good girl." He never stops thrusting as he chases his high, Jungkook presses onto your stomach as he groans, as he feels his high approaching. He's sweaty above you, his dry hair now wet and stringy.

Your moans and Jungkooks are in sync as you feel your tummy tightening once again.

"Fuckk!" Jungkook finally cums and releases his load into your pussy, and you follow right after, squirting all over his lower abdomen.

"Shit." You let out as jungkook rolls over you as he watches you gather yourself.

He gets up and gets a warm wet towel for you. Jungkook cleans himself up and you. Soon after he dresses you up in fresh panties and his shirt and for himself he gets boxers and joins you in bed after an eventful night.

Your head is on his chest as you play with is belly button and Jungkook is in deep thought.

"I'm sorry, baby. For tonight." He finally says and your heart relaxes.

"Let's forget about that. You're here right now, that's all that matters."

"Congratulations on your promotion, I love you, Princess." You're surprised he even remembers and all you can do is let out a squeal.

"Thank you, and I Love you."

"I know." His tone is cocky, not that you care but you're giddy as you lean up to lay a peck on his lips.

There's no where else you'd rather be. That's what you declare.

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original work of @rerefundslocals do not copy, translate or repost as your own! est. 2024

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Idk yall this cleared errthang🙈🕺🏾

xi. rotten angelcake ⇾ kth. [M]

chapter eleven : take the day off ⤑ ❝ “That didn’t seem to get her anywhere.” // “And where are you hoping this gets you?” // On my knees. ❞

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⌁ pairing; ceo!taehyung x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre/rating; s2l, ceo au, sugar daddy au, smut, fluff, 18+

⌁ word count; 16.5k

⌁ warnings; dom!taehyung, daddy!taehyung, sub!reader, brat!reader, virgin!reader, daddy kink, praise kink, corruption kink, dirty talk, dry humping, a bit of orgasm control, oral (m. receiving), slight degradation, humiliation, exhibitionism, multiple orgasm, attempts at deep throating, hair pulling, begging, teasing, some cum play

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ও as always a hundred thanks to cam ( @sunshinejunghoseokie ) for the pretty, pretty banner!! And special thanks to Jen ( @anobodyslove ) , Alaska ( @bulubulubulublabla ) , and Anya ( @wintertaescape ) for reading over and editing this with it being so long! I really appreciate it !

The sky swirls pink behind sheer clouds. The setting sun peeks through, casting a rose gold gleam into your apartment. Desperate to spread its last little rays of light for the day, it halos around the clouds. If you stare long enough, you can convince yourself that you’re catching a glimpse of heaven.

If Taehyung were here, he’d smile at your words. He’d let his eyes roam over your body before settling back on yours and say something that should sound ridiculously cheesy but still somehow make your heart race. He’d play with your hair, gently tracing the edge of your face with the pad of his fingers. You’d try to look away, but he’d cup your chin and force you to hold his gaze as he tells you something he shouldn’t, something that would excite your core.

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#bts taehyung

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Bringing this couple back 🥺😖😛🙏🏾

Slow motion [jjk]

Summary: you only wish to love jungkook for as long as the world allows you to.

>>pairing: idol!jungkook x fem!reader

>>trope: exes to lovers

>>genre: angst,smut,fluff.

>>word count: I'll add later

>>warnings/tags: feelings discussed, arguments, shyreader, Dom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected sex, choking kink, backshots, dirty talk,petnames, spit kink, aftercare <3(lmk if I missed anything)

a/n- a recommended song is slow motion by Don toliver ft. Wizkid. Show love through likes, reblogs,comments and asks. Keeps authors very motivated<3 enjoy!! + this is not proofread and a repost.

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"Did anyone see you?" You sigh out as you walk towards the door of your apartment.

Jungkook, by the door undresses as he removes his Nike puffer jacket and ridding himself of his shoes as well ; left in his shirt and sweatpants, he only walks closer to you, grabbing your hand as he leads you to your couch ignoring your question completely.

"I had a long day, skip the questions,___." He groans out as he lays back on your pink velvet sofa,pulling you on his lap.

You simultaneously lay your head on his chest carefully as you hear his heart softly beat in his chest. "I just wanted to know." You mumble.

"It's okay. Did you eat?" He asks, hands rubbing the small of your back as he makes his way to your ass, rubbing at the flesh, clothed by your flowy dress.

You only sigh as you trace the patterns on his tattooed arm, reeling in the silence and the comfort of your ex-boyfriends arms.

It wasn't always so sullen between you two. You always believed that you'd be more happy if you were able to love Jungkook freely without having to sign heaps of papers and worry about publicity.

But that was not the reality of this relationship. Though you did try to get through that phase, it only teared down your relationship. Having to book private dates and seeing each other atleast two times every month. Three if you were lucky.

It was bad enough that your relationship went public, and when it did, it was your worst nightmare having spent two years of your relationship with Jungkook private and signing nda's .

From the Twitter comments and Jungkook having to face the worst times during his lives. You had decided to end things with him after three years of bliss. He took it hard and so did you.

Days turned into Weeks, and weeks turned into months ; that's when Jungkook decided that despite being broken up, he will find every way to meet with you, and kiss you, touch you, tell you he loves you as if you two were still together.

That's what leads you here, on his warm lap, soaking in the little time you had left as the company would be livid if they knew Jungkook left work to go straight to you.

He wonders why you have yet to answer his question, but he doesn't let it bother him. You probably had a long day too.

"Baby, are you hungry yet?" He finally asks. Head leaning down to get a better view of your face.

Feeling wary and skeptical, you look up at him, finally responding to him. "I'm really trying to be nice...but Kook, you should be gone right now. I'm scared you'll get in trouble." You pick at your nails, head hanging low.

He immediately responds. And it is not in a nice tone. "You and this fucking worrying of yours. If I wanted to be gone I would be right now." He scoffs out. Ever so gently removing you off his lap, warm hands ridding themselves of your ass.

"If you want me gone. I'll do just that."

You're quick to scramble to your feet, fluffy socks meeting your wooden floor as you follow him to your door.

"Kook, wait- I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that..but I'm just scared okay? Please understand that." You softly say.

Jungkook turns to look at you, eyes showing the clear emotion of sadness. Your heart clenches at the sight of a sad Jungkook and you reach your hand into his, engulfing in the warmth of his bigger limb.

"You're the reason we never worked out. You know that?" He asks, his hand tightly engulfed in yours.

Your brows furrow as you frown at him, "w-what do you mean,Kook? I broke us up because it was best for you. I did it for you." He chuckles, and it's not jolly or happy.

"You did it for me? Are you fucking crazy? I put my foot in this relationship when everything was going haywire,___. I tried and tried to fight for this. I am sorry that you're too weak to render that in your brain. But I love you. I do love you and I wish you weren't so selfish all the time ; because you know deep down in your heart that you want this. You love me like I love you. So cut the shit and forget the company and the nda's, the fans too. Just focus on you and I. That's all I want."

"Its harder than that." You mumble shyly and Jungkook loses it completely.

"What's fucking hard?! What is huh?!" He growls, "Tell me,___!" He finishes, chest heaving with anger. Completely unfazed that you flinched at his voice raising higher.

It's a stare off now, as you and him stare intensly in each other's eyes.

It's then you decide, that maybe he is right and that you can trust him, hope that everything would be better..if you just shut the world out, that being the company, his fans and the contracts.

Your eyes soften as you walk closer into jungkooks personal space, your arms wrapping around his waist as you hug him, your hair being mushed by his chest.

Jungkook sighs at the sight, eyes looking down at you as he contemplates hugging you back. "Touch me, please." You plee.

"Will you shut me out when we're done hugging?" He chuckles playfully.

You chuckle along with him, chests vibrating against each other, "I won't. Because I love you and I want this to work no matter what, Kook."

"I love you so much." You whisper once more, as you lift your head, frail fingers going up to caress his cheek.

Now on your tippy toes, you lean up for a kiss that Jungkook responds too, as he latches both your lips in a loving kiss. Lips moving in sync, as his hands come to wrap around your waist, fingers fighting the urge to grab the flesh of your ass.

The kiss becomes more feverish than it was softer as you let out moans into Jungkooks mouth and he groans jn response when you tug at his hair, "mhm - fuck, baby." He let's out as he props off your mouth for a second.

You continue to make out by your door while you peel off Jungkooks clothes, from his shirt to his sweats, leaving him naked in front on you since he did not wear underwear, though you don't question it.

"Hold on, baby." His lips leave yours as he tries to remove your dress from off your body and over your head.

Left with your thong, you lean down to pull it off and kick it somewhere in the kitchen.

With so much frustration to let out, Jungkook wastes no time lifting you up as you curl your legs around his waist, leading you both to your bedroom.

It's everything jungkook has seen before. From the Polaroids of you with family and friends hanging on the wall and the pastel pink wallpaper on your walls.

"Get on the bed, your back facing me and arch your back." The tone is instructive more than it is demanding and it radiates pleasure onto you, making you unbelievably wet for him. So you do comply and do just as he says.

Foreplay has never been one for yours and Jungkooks sex life, As much as Jungkook loves getting his dick sucked and you loving the pleasure from getting eaten out, you both just love to feel each other and be binded as one with no time to waste.

He wants to feel you squeeze around him and he wants to fill you up so good. Maybe after that would he eat you out and same with sucking him off.

Now he lines up with your hole, slowly inserting thr tip of his hard cock, precum leaking.

You both audibly moan in sync when he fully enters, slow and teasing thrusts at first.

You whine pitifully as you shake your ass as to pry Jungkook to move faster."Jungkook please."

"I know,baby, I know." He teases with a sly smirk that you can't really see from behind.

He complies with you, moving faster as the squelching sounds of your wetness and his pre cum fill the room.

Along with your moans and jungkooks low but raspy moans that have you curling your toes, you become a leaking faucet, getting tighter around his cock.

"Mm- fuck! You're so tight, baby." Jungkook moans, "keep squeezing my cock, baby."

It's a sloppy mess now as your moans sound like cries now, high pitched, whiny much and loud. Very loud.

Your poor neighbors :(

You squeeze tighter around him when he slaps your ass quite a few times, groping at the flesh when he let's go. Jungkook quietly groans at the tight fit. "Wan' me to squeeze you just like that?" You coyly remind him.

"Hmh, just like that, baby." He replies, a breath of relief is what it sounds like.

You feel your high approaching when your stomach coils tighter and tighter and tears pool at your eyes, one leaking from your left eye and onto your cheek.

What a sight.

Jungkook pulls you with your hair and onto his chest, his thrusts sloppier at this new angle.

"So pretty." He presses a kiss onto your cheek. He forces your mouth open with his free hand that isn't gripping your right ass cheek, leaning forward to spit a glob of saliva into your mouth.

"You gonna be a good girl and swallow? Hmm?"

You only swallow in response, feeling the warm spit go down your throat. You like it, quite tasty to you, everything about him is tasty.

"Fuck- I-im cumming, Kook!" You exclaim, feeling your knees go weak.

"That's it, baby. Soak my dick."

And on cue, you cum undone on his cock, jungkook moaning along with you as he spills into your hole.

The sticky white substance, thick and messy in your tiny hole.

You fall limply onto the bed when Jungkook let's go of your hair, and he gets up to get a warm cloth to clean you up.

"You Okay, baby?" He questions when he's done wiping you clean and covering you up.

You lazily nod at him, smile playing on your lips. "You did not say you loved me back, earlier on."You playfully tease.

Jungkook chuckles in response, running his hands through his hair for the first time today.

"Wellll," He drags, "you didn't exactly give me that chance since you kissed me crazy."

"I'm giving you a chance now. And come lay with me!" You whine.

"Okayyy, fine woman! I love you so so much." He hops in the bed beside you, pulling you close to his chest immediately. Desperate to feel you on him. "That's what I like to hear." You kiss his chest and he kisses your head above you too.

"I love you,too."

#reblog #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader

[rerefundslocals]

Gonna start reading when all episodes are out😛😛🙏🏾🙏🏾

I Want You to Stay (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut

Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk that’s probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)

Word count: TBD

Status: Coming soon!

Series summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

Inspiration: Stay by Mikky Ekko

A/N: Hiii I am BAAACK! 🫡 This story is finally seeing the light of day after 3 years. I feel a little rusty, especially this being my first new JK series in 1.5 years! But it's also been a bit rough getting back into writing (and in Tumblr) after so long and after the year that was, so there won't be a schedule for chapter releases and I'll probably be a lot slower than usual. I wasn't sure if I was gonna go back to writing but I realized that I've missed interacting with you guys and screaming about stories so I do hope you give this some love. Fair warning that it's a really slow burn and some scenes are reminiscent of k-dramas. There are also sensitive and triggering topics so please proceed with caution!

And lastly, my biggest love and deepest gratitude to @wonwoonlight who's been the sweetest and loveliest person to talk to about everything, including this story. 🫶���� I give her credit for her amazing photos of Seoul (check moodboard) and for being the playlist manager. Please send her love as well!💕

Season 1 -> Playlist 🎶: on the way home

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Episode 7

Episode 8

Episode 9

Episode 10

Episode 11

Episode 12

Season 2 (??)

#jungkook fic #jungkook x reader

[rerefundslocals]

The amount of p*rn pages I block daily???!?! Jeez is this ph or what... sick and tired.

#bts #jungkook #bts army #i hate it here

[rerefundslocals]

OH MA GHADDD, thank you for adding do it right!!<3 I need to get back to writing omg 😲 😭

Favorites Fic Recs 5

Thank you to all the amazing writers <3

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Love Bug (@httpjeon)

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Need you (@archivedkookie)

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The m-word (@hansolmates)

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OT7

Before I leave you (@hollyhomburg)

#bts x reader #writing #bts jungkook

[rerefundslocals]

jungkook being unsure was lowkey sad but this was the sweetest confession

ik it would be very out of character but i’d LOVE to see ungodly hour’s jk react to oc admitting she likes (or loves 🫣) him!! knowing him he’d cry

thank you for your amazing work !!!! ly<3

honestly let me just write about it

Ungodly Hour

Word Count: 3.413

Warning: dirty talking, oral sex (f), alcohol intake, intoxicated/unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, riding, love confessions,

“Okay,” Jungkook enters the living room hastily as you arrive, a gift bag in your hand. “I finally finished it.”

“You know you didn’t have to make me wait until you were done.” you tell Jungkook as you sit on the couch. “I’ve had the gift for weeks now.”

“We couldn’t exchange gifts until mine was complete.” Jungkook says.

Jungkook had insisted on waiting to exchange gifts. You knew he was making you something - he kept it hidden in an extra bedroom that he locked to assure you didn’t peek. He also refused to look at whatever gift you got him and prompted that you take it out the house so he himself would be tempted. 

“Well,” you hold out the gift bag - it’s medium sized and a sparkly blue. “Merry Christmas.”

Jungkook notes that you’re nervous as he takes the bag and he isn’t sure why. He would be happy with whatever you gave him - even if he was surprised initially that you told him you got him a gift. He would often think about what it was.

Jungkook opens the gift bag and takes out the rectangular box. He sees the bottom first - it’s a solid yellow color. He flips it around to inspect it, the rest of the sides being black. His eyes capture the name on the top of the box. His eyes widened. 

“Y/N…?”

Now Jungkook understands why you’re nervous. His eyes flicker to you in disbelief. “This camera is expensive!” he gasps. “How did you know-”

“I saw it on your wishlist.” you say, licking your lips. “When you let me borrow your laptop, you left a few tabs open.”

You weren’t going to admit that you were snooping for answers. Jungkook seemingly had everything there was to get and buying a gift for him was becoming difficult. 

Jungkook opens the box gently, his eyes softening at the camera. “You must’ve spent a lot on it…” he says, trailing off. He knows the exact price and knowing that you spent thousands on a gift for him pulls at his heart strings. “Thank you.”

You give Jungkook a smile. “I can finally quit my job now that I’ve spent a few checks on a gift.” you say, joking with Jungkook to lighten the mood. 

“You can!” Jungkook smiles back with a nod.

“Just kidding.” you sing-song. “Don’t be so gullible.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and snorts. He places the camera beside him. “Always teasing me with a good time.” he murmurs. “Now for yours.”

Jungkook had wrapped the canvas neatly. It’s a decent size, you noticed, maybe 11 inches all around. Your heart is beating with anticipation as you unwrap it.

Jungkook awaits your reaction, his own nerves hiking. “Do you…like it?” he murmurs. You haven’t said anything and instead have been analyzing the painting silently, expression unreadable.

The painting is full of life, emotion. The scenery is what you initially noted, a mountain of flowers that seemingly went on for miles by the way Jungkook had painted it. The flowers are colorful, different shades of yellow, orange and pink. The sky holds bright gray clouds, covering the sun that appears to be setting. What captures your attention fully are the hands. Both pairs of hands are connected by the pinky with one wrist sporting a gold watch and the other a bracelet while the arms are painted to appear out of the canvas frame.

“This is us.” you say aloud, glancing up at Jungkook. It was a picture you and he had taken a few weeks back. You recall telling Jungkook that it was one of your favorite pictures of the two of you together that didn’t showcase faces. 

Jungkook nods. “It is.” he agrees. “You said it was your favorite picture so I painted it.”

Your throat tightens at his words.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook, you think, because this was entirely too much for you to handle. Your mother didn’t raise a weak woman who felt like she was seconds away from crying tears because of how happy she felt.

You blame it on your period that must be nearing - even if you never cry on your period. 

“Thank you.” you murmur to Jungkook, glancing away shyly to avoid his gaze. “I love it.” you say sincerely, and the admission causes Jungkook to smile.

“You’re d-drunk.” Jungkook snorted before full on laughing as you stumbled through his bedroom door.

“Fuck you.” you retort, plopping yourself down onto Jungkook’s large bed. “So are you.” you slur back.

Jungkook doesn’t deny it.

This is what happens when you drink with friends - more importantly, Jimin. It was nothing new, Jimin always insisted on going into the new year buzzed - this time, they all just went a little overboard. Luckily, Jungkook had agreed for the party to be at his apartment so he could just walk down the hall to his bedroom.

Of course, Jungkook would soon come to regret it because that meant that he would have to clean the mess they made in the morning - but you were with him, so that was a plus.

“Not as drunk as you.” Jungkook closes the door behind him, along with the loud music and laughter of everyone just down the hall in his living room. “Told you to not challenge Jimin.”

“Fuck Jimin…” you murmur to yourself, more so because Jungkook was right.

However, you wouldn’t say you challenged Jimin - he was the one who came to you with a whole cup of alcohol declaring that you were, in his words, too much of a coward to drink.

It was a complete set up, Jungkook knows this, but the only thing he could do was assure you had water and a lot of greasy food ready for when you were going to need it - and luckily he was there to do so. You’re sure you would’ve been passed out long ago.

Jungkook squints his eyes at you, an attempt to get a look at your lying figure. You and he had matched tonight - an idea that was yours. You wore a long sleeved-black dress with a deep v cut that stopped mid thigh while he wore a compressed black shirt (by your request ) and ripped jeans. 

“Do you need to throw up?” Jungkook asks, stumbling  closer to you when he hears a low moan-like whine. “I told you not to drink so-“

“Shut up,” you sit up and look directly at Jungkook. “Can I sit on your face?” 

Jungkook stops in his tracks, his doe eyes widening slightly. Yes is what he wants to say - he loves the act of pleasuring you. However, he’s unsure if he should be doing anything with you in your intoxicated state. 

“You’re drunk-“

“We’re drunk.” you correct, eyes narrowing at him - and also focusing on him all of the same because the room was still spinning. 

“True.” Jungkook murmurs to himself, trailing off. “Still, I don’t want to take advantage-“

“Save the theatrics, Kookie.” you’re already tugging your underwear off, the lacy material falling right by his bed. “Unless you…”

You don’t finish your sentence and Jungkook titls hisnhead. “What?”

“…unless you suddenly don’t like me anymore.” you whisper, and slowly, your eyes widen as if you had figured out the biggest secret. No other world conspiracy was important - not the Bermuda triangle, not whoever the fuck Jack the Ripper is or whether if Atlantis was ever real. No, not even your favorite cold cases could be as important as this new revelation of Jeon Jungkook not liking you anymore. 

“Now you’re extremely drunk .” Jungkook cackles. “Of course I like you!”

It brings Jungkookk back to when you were convincing him that you liked him, now it was the other way around. His heart swells with your drunken ramblings and overall cute appearance. 

“You don’t.” You cross your arms over your chest. “You refuse to have me sit on your face.” you say, and Jungkook realizes that he truly spoils you like everyone claims he does - you never got told no to mainly anything. 

“So who gets to sit on your face?” you ask with narrow eyes. “I bet-“

“Don’t say that girl's name.” Jungkook cuts you off before you can get started. “You know you’re my girl, Y/N.”

“So you hate me.” you deadpan, saying the words matter-of -factly. “All of a sudden you aren’t obsessed-“

“I am!” Jungkook interrupts, raising his voice. He couldn’t believe that this was a conversation that needed to be had and if he remembered this sober, it’s something he was definitely going to tease you about. 

“Hm.” you uncross your arms and stand to your feet. “I'm going to go party with Jimin.” 

Jungkook steps in front of you. “You aren’t wearing any underwear.” he states. “That and you’re already had enough to drink-“

“If you aren’t going to fuck me,” you wave your hand in his face to stop his speech. “then I’m going to go out there and drink with Jimin.”

If Jimin knew that he was the person that would be used against him it would cause ultimate chaos in the groupchat and in his friend group. 

Jungkook licks his lips. He doesn’t have time to entertain his and your friends any longer. He can only imagine how it would look if he chased after you because you wanted to be drunk and petty. The room is already spinning for him as it is for you and he knows that it wouldn’t be a good idea. 

“You’re such a bitch…” Jungkook murmurs, tone low. It’s a tone that you’re all too familiar with - and you know that you had Jungkook where you wanted him. “Get on the bed.”

You do as you’re told, laying on Jungkook’s bed and open your legs, dress hiking up entirely. 

Jungkook drops to his knees and hooks his hands beneath your thighs. You yelp when he snatches you closer to him. His lips place themselves onto your inner thigh and he presses a kiss. “I spoil you too much.”

Jungkook kisses closer and closer to your heat and he does so to tease you. “You looked so good tonight.” He couldn’t help but cave, wanting to give you whatever you wanted of him. 

Fingernails dig into your skin as Jungkook speaks against your skin. 

“You did, too.” you hitch your breath when you feel Jungkook's lips directly against your clit. 

Jungkook kisses it gently. “Thank you, baby. So needy.”

Your back arches when you feel it, wet tongue sliding directly up your clit. He dips it between your folds, holding you directly still so he can pleasure you like you desperately wanted him to. 

Eyes flickering up, Jungkook grunts. So beautiful, he always thinks of you. You couldn’t help but grow spoiled because he never told you no for anything. However, it wasn’t something he could help - you don’t ask for much to begin with.

The room continues to spin, but you no longer care. Your body erupts with arousal and it clouds your being entirely. You should’ve never drunk as much as you did, but there was no taking back the past. Besides, you cannot remember being filled with lust when you would drink prior - you’re unsure why you appear so insatiable.

“Feels so good, Kookie.” you moan, hips buckling against the rhythm of his tongue. The top half of the dress constricts your body entirely and you cannot wait until you can get out of it. “So, so good.”

Jungkook's eyes are as dark as can be and he’s positive he is a man starved right now. The alcohol runs through his system and causes his movement to be sloppy, but capable. His tongue completely savors your arousal, suckling on your clit to dipping between your folds and now, plunging it inside of you entirely.

“You must want me to fuck you.” Jungkook disclosed. “Your pussy’s clenching around nothing.”

How correct Jungkook was and you’re far from sober, so there was no snarky remark for you to retort with. You were beyond your regular self - you weren’t going to deny anything because you truly, desperately wanted Jungkook.

Your sober self would surely be screaming at you when your intoxication wore off.

Jungkook would lean back a bit every few minutes, his lips and chin fully coated in you. His tongue would still be flicking against your swollen clit and he’s truly doing this as an act to tease you further. He likes when your breath - that you’d be holding - would release when he gave you a bit of a teasing break, all before he devoured you once more.

“Kookie,” you moan Jungkook’s name so lovingly - it’s hard not to want to be between your legs for hours. His hand is bruising the skin of your thigh to hold you against his tongue. “wanna cum.”

Jungkook’s eyes stare into yours, a silent telepathic moment that tells you that he wasn’t stopping you from cumming. But he is also not a fool when it comes to you or your body and soon, you feel your pussy - so greedy to be stuffed and full - stretched out with his fingers.

Jungkook loves your whimpering and moaning - more so when you don’t hide them from his ears. There’s a party right outside his door where people are all huddling to celebrate the new year, and here the two of you were forgetting about them entirely. 

Jungkook plunges his fingers deep inside of you. He hits the familiar sweet spot he knows so well, your thighs quivering in the process. His tongue licks circles around your clit, fingerings thrusting rhythmically. Your moans bounces off the walls and louder than the muffled music in the background.

Jungkook doesn’t mind when your hands grip his hair tightly because he just knows that you’re going through it - and he has no intention of stopping until you’re cumming on his tongue. It’s close, he notes, the way your walls are clenching around his fingers greedily and your cries grow louder and louder in contrast to the way your fingers grips into his hair.

Jungkook allows you to ride against your own high, laying his tongue flat against your clit and allowing you to grind against his tongue, fingers plunging deep inside of you. Your high comes hard, body twitching and Jungkook allows it all to happen, determined to make sure you are satisfied completely before he stops.

You feel dizzy when your high slowly comes down, your forehead lined with sweat and your body completely flushed. Your body molds itself against Jungkook’s soft sheets, your breathing slowing down.

“Where are you going…?” you ask Jungkook when you no longer feel his presence before you. Your eyes flutter open. 

“Nowhere.” Jungkook responds sincerely. “We should get you out of this dress for bed-”

“Bed?” your senses peak and you jolt upright, eyes narrowed once more. “I want to ride you first.”

Jungkook snorts and stumbles back a bit at your sudden action. “You’ve already came so hard, baby. Are you sure-”

You aren’t listening to Jungkook in the slightest. You’re tugging the dress off of you entirely and getting naked right before his eyes. 

Jungkook is but a man and there isn’t much convincing he needs - especially not when you’re tugging him towards you needily. You connect your lips to his while pushing him against the bed. Jungkook loves how needy you are - how much you express that you want him. Of course, he knows that you do any other time - but this time it’s different; getting to witness just how much you want him is a feeling he never knew he craved.

Your fingernails dig into Jungkook’s clothed shoulders as you slowly feel him inside of you. You push him backwards so that he’s laying on the bed, your hips rising and falling.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, hands firmly on your hips. You’re going so fast, fully determined to cum once more - and Jungkook couldn’t be upset. Your face displays just how good you felt in this moment. “your pussy feels so good, baby.”

Your pussy clenches around Jungkook as if responding to his words. By the time the pair of you were done, you were going to be bruised entirely with Jungkook’s hand marks. 

Jungkook finds it hard to look at you - not when you looked so completely fucked out and beautiful. He’s unsure where your stamina appeared - maybe you were just that fucked out and drunk; that you didn’t care that you were overstimulating yourself (and him). 

Jungkook clenches his eyes shut to get the image of you out of his head, but all it does is follow him in his thoughts. Your naked figure using him to pleasure yourself, your bouncing breast to your creaming pussy dripping all over him and making a complete mess.

Jungkook is so hot - so beautiful himself. He’s hissing to himself with clenched eyes, experiencing pure bliss just as you were. His forehead is covered in sweat and a few strands of hair are sticking to it. 

Jungkook feels a hand upon his cheek and his eyes open. They're so dark and full of lust - similar to your own. Your eyes connect to his and Jungkook swallows, adam’s apple bobbing.

“Drunk Y/N is so needy.” Jungkook jokes, voice deep and raspy. “Drunk actions are sober intentions.”

Jungkook begins to thrust upwards, matching your rhythm. His thrusts are brutal, fully determined to satiate your hunger for him. His eyes never leave yours, the pair of you stuck in an intimate, lust-filled moment.

“I-I’m gonna cum again!” you mewl, breaking eye-contact first to shut them tight. The familiar sensation bubbles into you again and Jungkook only fucks into you harder, pounding with all his might; how the both of you could be drunk and full of stamina is beyond him.

Your walls are squeezing around Jungkook and within seconds, your juices squirt around Jungkook entirely, fully coating his abdomen. “I-I-” Your body is twitching, your head pushed back when Jungkook hears your words. “I love you.”

Jungkook is still for a moment, completely silent. He’s contemplating if he heard you correctly and before he can speak, you repeat yourself. “I love you.” it’s low and a bit slurred, but Jungkook hears it entirely.

“You’re drunk.” Jungkook laughs it off, cheeks flushed and heart beating out his chest. He doesn’t want to call you a liar - you wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true. However, you’re drunk and maybe you meant to say you loved the way he was fucking you -

“Shut up,” you say, walls tightening on Jungkook’s cock. “I do love you.”

You yelp when you feel your back hit the soft mattress, all without Jungkook removing himself from inside of you. The room continues to spin for you two, but neither of you could bring yourselves to care. 

“You’re going to forget you said that.” Jungkook begins to thrust, holding you close in his embrace. “Gonna deny it until the end of time.”

“I love you.” you repeat and Jungkook’s pounding only increases. Skin slapping echoes off the wall and the two of you are so entranced in the moment that neither of you notice the music dying down outside the room. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Jungkook whimpers with a shake of his head. His thoughts are consumed by your words - the love confession. 

Jungkook could never get tired of hearing it and at this moment, you don’t get tired of saying it. You repeat it over and over again as Jungkook continues to fuck inside of you. You’re creaming his cock, a white ring forming around the shaft and Jungkook couldn’t get enough of you.

I love you.

I love you.

You love him, Jungkook’s thrilled at the revelation. His head drops back as his body tenses up, his thrust becoming sloppy. “Say it again, baby.” he pleads with a choked whimper. He needed to hear you say it again, as selfish as it was - he’s unsure how long it’d be before he could hear it again.

“Fuck,” your pussy is seeping with arousal and staining his sheets, your clit swollen and pulsing. “I love you, Kookie.”“Oh, shit…I love you, too, baby.” Jungkook continues to stretch your pussy completely until he’s shooting hot cum directly inside of you, a hand directly on your stomach as he does so. He’s panting, the both of you covered in sweat and bodily fluids.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut

[rerefundslocals]

They're stupidly in love already🙈

Home for the Holidays (M)

❄ pairing: jungkook x f. reader

❄ genre: strangers to lovers, fake dating au, college au, light smut [18+]

❄ summary: Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friend’s ad.

You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that you’re in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.

❄ wc: 15k

❄ warnings: pet names (babe, baby, darling, honey, sweetie, sweetheart), food mention throughout, mention of conning JK's grandmother, allusions to abortion, mention of slot machines, making out, dry humping, sexual thoughts, mention of anxiety

❄ a/n: I had to split this into 2 parts bc of tumblr. part 2 will be out in a week or two

❄ date: December 31, 2023

“Your grandmother just gave your brother a brand new house for getting engaged,” Jungkook’s mom states during their weekly phone call.

“What?” Jungkook is astounded at the news, not about his brother, Seojun, being engaged, but getting a home for it.

“Your grandmother is in a giving mood this year, son. Something about not being able to take money with her when she passes,” Jungkook’s mom shrugs on the other end of the line. “I’m sure she’d get you something if you brought someone home for the holidays. Maybe a check for a few grand or an apartment. You never know with her.”

“An apartment? Or money? And all I’d have to do is bring someone home?” Jungkook asks, looking for confirmation.

“Well, not any rando off the street, Jungkook. A girlfriend, boyfriend, partner? Just someone, Jungkook. Someone you’re semi-serious about. Don’t go bringing a Tinder match to our home.”

“Moooom,” Jungkook wipes his face with his hand, embarrassed.

“I’m just saying, I know how much you kids like to hook up. Not in my home though,” Jungkook wonders if he can die from listening to this conversation.

“Anyway, your father is trying to wrap Christmas gifts and cut his hand with the tape dispenser for the third time, so I gotta go. Bring someone home! Use condoms, love you!” Jungkook grimaces, hanging up. He knows his mother meant well, but sometimes she was a bit too much to handle so early in the day.

“A girlfriend?” Jungkook bites his lip, pacing back and forth. He wasn’t seeing anyone at the moment, school taking up most of his time but with only a few short weeks until Christmas, he was hoping his grandmother would come through with some money or something. All he had to do was take someone home for Christmas. How hard could that be?

“Jungkook!” His grandmother wraps him in a tight hug when he stands on his parents’ porch on Thanksgiving. He hugs his grandma back tightly, kissing her cheek as he follows her inside the home. 

“Kookie!” His mother greets him with a smile, hugging him before leading him to the kitchen.  “Here, eat this.”

Jungkook sighed. Two seconds home, and his mother was already trying to shove food down his throat.  

“Mom, I just got here,” he states, but it’s a mistake as his mom puts the appetizer in his mouth.  

“Chew, I don’t need you choking,” his mother says as she grabs something else from another plate to place in Jungkook’s mouth. 

“Mom,” Jungkook splutters, but his mom waves her hand, dismissing him.   

“Hey,” Jungkook’s brother smirks as he relishes in Jungkook’s discomfort. He’d gotten here the day before and was subject to his mom’s need to feed him. 

“Has she been like this all day?” Jungkook asks his brother, who nods. “She’s been having me taste test everything since I got here. She’ll probably do the same to Saraí.”

“She’s coming?” Jungkook quirks his head. He’d met Saraí a few times throughout the years, and although he wasn’t super close to her, he thought she was good for Seojun. She had never been one to come for the holidays though, his brother would be the one going to her family’s instead.  

“Yes, grandma loves her, and she’s thankful for the house,” Jungkook watches his brother turn and leave abruptly right before their mother appears and pinches Jungkook’s cheeks to get him to open his mouth as she places something in it.   “Chew,” his mother demands and Jungkook does so before she’s tugging him into the dining room and sitting him in a chair. Jungkook knew he was in for a long weekend. 

“So,” Grandmother Jeon starts and Jungkook sinks further into his chair. He refuses to look away from the pumpkin pie sitting on his plate, hoping his grandma will overlook him. Unfortunately, that’s not what happens. 

“Anyone special in your life?” Jungkook lets the question hang in the air for a moment as sweat beads on his forehead. 

Saraí and Seojun are holding hands on the table, her diamond ring sparkling in the light. Jungkook bites his bottom lip as he slowly meets his grandmother’s gaze. 

Do it for an apartment. Do it for the apartment, he thinks as he nervously clears his throat. He can feel his palms grow clammy in his lap and he drags them across his thighs on his jeans to dry them. 

“Um, yeah,” he answers, lying through his teeth. His parents' low chatter ceases as they look at him with wide eyes. His grandmother and brother do the same. “I’m seeing someone.”

Jungkook loathes having all eyes on him. He looks back at his pumpkin pie, his fork dipping into the whipped cream as his family exchanges surprised looks.

It’s his mom who breaks the silence. “You’re seeing someone? How come you didn’t mention it before?”

Jungkook knows better than to lie to his mother, but Grandmother Jeon is in a generous mood. Her checkbook is already sitting on the table, and from a glance at it, she’s writing a check under his name. 

“We didn’t want to tell anyone until we got serious,” Jungkook lies, his cheeks growing warm. He licks his lips, tongue toying with his lip ring. 

His brother raises a brow but says nothing. His grandmother hands Jungkook a check for $500.

“When are we meeting them?” She asks as she places her hand on Jungkook’s.

“Maybe for Christmas? They wanted to be with their family for Thanksgiving. But I’ll ask,” Jungkook lies again, sinking further into his chair. 

Saraí slams her wedding planning binder on the table, distracting his family. They grow excited as they discuss ideas for the wedding and Saraí locks eyes with Jungkook, winking at him. 

At least she had his back, even if she saw right through his lies.

“I’m so fucked,” Jungkook groans on Monday morning in the cafeteria. His friends, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok, eye him curiously.

“How so?” Hoseok asks as he takes a bite of his breakfast burrito.

“I sort of lied to my family over Thanksgiving,” Jungkook sighs heavily. The group of friends is waiting for the class to release so Namjoon and Seokjin, both TAs, can join them. Maybe between the seven of them, they could come up with a plan. 

“What did you do?” Yoongi knows this is about to head south. If it were something simple, Jungkook would have asked for help in the group chat instead of gathering them around first thing in the morning after break. Finals were rolling out soon, and they all had busy schedules, so this must be dire. 

“Hey guys,” Namjoon waves as Seokjin greets them and takes a seat. Namjoon sits beside him, setting his backpack on the table. “What did we miss?”

Namjoon notes the serious atmosphere, the tension so thick it’s almost stifling. 

“Jungkook fucked up Thanksgiving,” Taehyung chirps.

Jungkook sends him a glare accompanied by his middle finger. “I did not.”

“What did you do then?” Seokjin asks as he steals a pancake off Yoongi’s plate. Yoongi smacks Seokjin's hand and then shudders when Seokjin licks the pancake before offering to return it to Yoongi. 

“Did you get someone pregnant?” Namjoon pipes up. “Because there are options.”

“What? No!” Jungkook’s eyes are wide as he shakes his head. 

“Oh, thank god!” Yoongi sighs in relief. “We have finals coming up.”

“So if you didn’t create a Little Jeon, what is it?” Jimin asks, his head resting on Hoseok’s shoulder. 

“I told them I was seeing someone, seriously,” Jungkook admits, licking his lips. 

“Ooh,” his friends say in unison. 

“Why’d you lie?” Hoseok asks through a mouthful of burrito.

“When’s the last time you even went out on a date?” Seokjin asks as he eyes the remaining pancake on Yoongi’s plate. 

“Hey! I’ve dated!” Jungkook exclaims in protest. His friends laugh in response. 

“Okay,” Jungkook gives in. “So, maybe it’s been a while.”

“What are you gonna do?” Taehyung looks at Jungkook with genuine curiosity. 

“I’ll have to find someone. My grandmother is loaded and gave my brother a house for being engaged. She gave me a check just for being in a relationship. Who knows what I’ll get for dating someone seriously.”

“Being in a nonexistent relationship,” Jimin reminds him and Jungkook sighs, his head hidden in the palms of his hands. 

“There’s the dilemma. I said maybe they’d go for Christmas to meet my family and if I don’t have someone on my arm, I can kiss my gift goodbye.”

“Why not take one of us?” Yoongi asks. 

“Because my brother knows we all hang out. He’d never believe we were dating, besides he follows all of us on social media. He’d know the truth and you know he can’t keep a secret to save his life,” Jungkook sighs heavily. “Remember when he told my parents about Jimin’s house party.”

Jimin groans. “I was grounded all summer with no phone.”

“Exactly. He’d ruin this for me,” Jungkook huffs. “I need to find someone to pretend to be my partner. Just for the holidays, we can break up when school starts.”

“So operation ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma’ is a go?” Namjoon asks as he takes notes in his spiral notebook. 

“Pfft,” Jungkook splutters. “Don’t say it like that!”

“Well, isn’t that what we’re doing?” Taehyung raises a brow and Jungkook nods in defeat. 

“We’ll work on the name later,” Hoseok waves his hand in dismissal. “First, we need to get Jungkook a fake date for Christmas.” 

“It has to be convincing,” Seokjin states. “If this is going to work, you’ll have to convince us you’re dating. You won’t pass Grandmother Jeon’s Christmas if you can’t even get through us.”

“Okay,” Jungkook nods in agreement. He could do this. He could totally do this… right?

“Operation ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma’ is a go!” Namjoon exclaims, ignoring Jungkook’s groan. 

“I hate it here.”

Two days later, Jungkook still hasn’t thought of anyone who could help him out. His friends have been drowning in school work and the group chat has been silent. 

Namjoon promised to meet up with him later that day for coffee, something about a genius idea for the scheme. 

Jungkook feels guilty. He never wanted to con his grandmother, but he knew he probably wouldn’t get an apartment or a home without doing so. Besides, he’d have to admit to his family that he lied and he doesn’t think he could face them. It was bad enough that Saraí had caught on. 

Sighing, Jungkook turns back to his work. His presentation has to be perfect by Friday and he’s dragging it out a little too long.

~

“No,” Jungkook huffs in frustration. His friend furrows his brows. 

“No?” Namjoon asks for clarification. He looks down at the flyer on the table between them. He bites his lip. He had already plastered them around campus. He thought it was a genius idea. 

“Namjoon,” Jungkook groans when he learns of the elder’s action. “Why?”

“You need someone soon,” Namjoon shrugs. “Besides, it’s not like I put your phone number on it. I used Seokjin’s.”

“That’s not-” Jungkook shakes his head, unable to finish his sentence. His face fell into his palms as he muffled a frustrated scream that earned him a few odd gazes from the patrons in the coffee shop. He doesn’t seem to notice or care. 

Jungkook looks at the flyer again, rereading it:

Girlfriend (or boyfriend) for hire! Must be available to join me and my family for Christmas break. You will be paid with free lunch during the rest of the semester and cash upon completion. Must be okay with holding hands, kissing, and some mild PDA. It is a ruse for my family. Serious inquiries only. Text below.

“Couldn’t you have worded it better?” Jungkook sighs. “It comes off a little desperate.”

“You are desperate,” Namjoon deadpans. 

Jungkook bites back a retort. He waves his hand in defeat. “Fine, it’s already around campus.”

“Kim Namjoon!” Seokjin’s voice cuts through the coffee shop. Namjoon’s eyes widen and he grabs his backpack, his long legs taking him to the other exit as Seokjin chases him with a flyer in his hand and threatens to do ungodly things to him for using his phone number. 

Jungkook shakes his head, his coffee in his hands. 

What a mess this has turned out to be.

“Jimin!” You shout as you slam your bookbag on the table you’ve claimed as yours. 

Jimin waves as he approaches, ignoring the glares of the other students now continuing their search for a table. 

“I’m so stressed over this final,” Jimin says as he takes a chair beside you before setting his backpack on the empty one beside him. 

“Same,” you reply. “I went over the review seven times and it still feels like I know nothing.”

“Do you want to compare answers?” Jimin asks as he scoots closer to you, his review squished next to yours. 

“I can’t wait for the holidays,” you groan as you compare answers and curse when you see you got a different answer than Jimin did. 

“Doing anything fun?” Jimin grabs his eraser, handing it to you. You take it with a “thanks” and erase your answer. You know well enough that Jimin is rarely wrong with numbers. 

“No, I’m staying on campus. My family lives far away and plane tickets are ridiculous,” you answer, ignoring the sadness that bubbles up in your chest. 

“You know you’re welcome to come home with me and Taehyung,” Jimin offers. “Jungkook and Namjoon also live in our neighborhood, so you’ll have familiar faces around.”

You smile. You had met a few of Jimin’s friends throughout the year of your friendship. They were sweet and a little chaotic, but there was a lot of love between them. You had never hung out with them one-on-one without Jimin, but maybe it was something you should consider.

“I’ll think about it. Thanks, Jimin,” you take your pencil and allow him to explain how he got his answer and you immediately find where you went wrong. You were so ready for this class to be over and done with.

~

After a long study session with Jimin, you head to the coffee shop. You pick a table by the window, watching the snow fall gently while Jimin grabs your usual order. 

Besides you, the bulletin board has random advertisements. Some are selling books, some looking for roommates, and one catches your gaze. 

You rip it off the board, eyeing the red and pink hearts. You giggle when you read through it, showing it to Jimin the moment he sets your drinks and pastries down on the table. 

“Look at this,” you grin as he reads it.

Jimin rubs the back of his neck. “I know who’s ad this is.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen at the promise of gossip. “Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”

Jimin chuckles as you nearly bounce out of your seat. He shakes his head. This was why the two of you got along so well. 

“You remember my friend Jungkook? Tall, long emo hair, piercings, and full tattoo sleeve?”

“And thighs to die for, yes. I remember,” you sigh. Okay, maybe you had a tiny crush on him. So what?

Jimin stares at you, smiling like the Grinch, and it sends a shiver down your spine. 

“What?” You pick at your pastry to avoid his gaze. 

“I just thought of a way to solve your problem and Jungkook’s,” Jimin explains as he sips his gingerbread latte. 

“How?” 

“You can be Jungkook’s fake girlfriend!” Jimin says in a duh tone. 

“Jimin, that’s absurd! I barely even know him!” You protest, shaking your head. 

“So? He’s a good guy. He’s just in a tough spot right now. Plus, we’d be able to hang out every day and you wouldn’t be here by yourself.” Jimin’s tone softens as his hand is placed over yours. He truly cares about you just as you did for him and you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes. 

“Okay, but only if he’s okay with it,” you give in. “And I want my meals and money.”

“Done! I’ll give him your number! You won’t regret this, babe. His parents always cook the best meals and his brother is a master with dessert!” Jimin nearly moans at the thought of Christmas dinner. 

You laugh, shaking your head and drinking your hot chocolate. 

Perhaps you were in over your head, but the thought of not being alone for weeks on end seemed like a good idea. You’d also have Jimin and his friends around and maybe you could get to know Jungkook better. 

Or it could all fall apart and blow up in your face.

[unknown]: hello, is this Jimin’s friend?

[you]: I mean, I have a name 

[unknown]: this is Jungkook

[unknown]: I’m sorry, of course, I know your name

[Jungkook]: I just got nervous, sorry 

[you]: I assume Jimin filled you in?

[Jungkook]: he did, thank you so much

[Jungkook]: can we meet in person to discuss this? I’m not very good at texting 

[you]: sure, meet me in the cafeteria 

~

Jungkook wipes his palms on his jeans for the third time in the past five minutes. His hair made his forehead sweat and his lips were red from how much he was biting them. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. It’s not like you were a stranger to him or he to you, but the two of you had never had one one-on-one time.

What if you were just kidding?

Jimin had assured him you were down to be his fake girlfriend, but what if you changed your mind? He hadn’t been having much luck despite Joon’s advertisement scattered around campus, and Seokjin was planning on changing his phone number tomorrow afternoon. 

This whole thing was a mess. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to call his mom and explain. 

However, the check had cleared already and he’d already used some of it for Christmas gifts. 

Jungkook was in over his head. This whole thing was a disaster waiting to happen. 

Just when he’s about to turn around and head out, he spots you. 

Smiling, he feels relieved that you showed up. You’re wearing your favorite sweater, a pretty cerulean one with white snowflakes and an adorable snowman on the front. 

From what Jungkook can recall, you’re quite fond of snowmen. You find them adorable. Maybe he knows you a little better than he thought and this could turn out okay. 

“Hi!” you chirp, waving as you reach him. You clutch your backpack tighter as you take him in. How is it possible for him to look so good? 

“Hey, thanks for coming,” he says genuinely. 

“Sure! Jimin kind of filled me in earlier but I would like a little more info on what I’m getting myself into,” you state, your fingers twiddling the strap of your backpack. 

“Of course,” Jungkook nods, smiling just enough for you to notice the cute mole under his lip. 

However, before the two of you can continue your conversation, music booms loudly over the speakers in the cafeteria.

Try as he might, Jungkook can’t hear you over the music and suggests heading to the cafe instead. You agree as you follow him, wondering if the silence between you is as awkward for him as it was for you. 

Minutes later, the two of you have your drinks and are sitting in the nearly empty cafe. You’re thankful for the warmth of your hot cocoa and a quieter atmosphere.

“So,” you start, clearing your throat. “Tell me about your plan.”

Jungkook can feel the heat rise to his cheeks. He avoids your gaze, focusing on the mug of coffee in front of him. 

“I need a fake girlfriend for Christmas,” Jungkook finally says, just above a whisper. He can’t bring himself to meet your eyes, so he fiddles with the handle of the mug. 

“I told my family I was in a serious relationship and if I don’t show up with someone, they’ll know I lied,” Jungkook finished.

“Would that be so bad?” You ask, trying to get more information out of him, but it’s clear his embarrassment is holding him back. 

Swallowing thickly, Jungkook nods. “I just, I don’t usually lie to my parents about stuff like this, but my brother just got engaged and my grandmother gave him a house…”

“So you're wondering what she’ll give you if I show up on your arm?” You finish for him after he trails off. 

Jungkook nods. He takes a sip of his drink to buy himself some time and to prepare for the rejection. He knew it was a dumb idea. 

“And your family is okay with me staying there until break ends or you come home?” You inquire. 

“Yeah, they’ll give you a room and everything, and of course, I’ll pay you,” Jungkook said. Were you seriously considering this?

“What do you need me to do? Lay it out for me, Kook.”

“It’s pretty simple,” Jungkook bites his lip. He reaches for his backpack on the chair beside him and takes out a notebook and pen. “We need my friends to believe we’re dating, even though they know the plan. They’ll help us prepare for Christmas break. We need my family to believe we’re dating and we may need to hold hands and stuff to prove it. We can’t be awkward around each other if this is going to work.”

“Sounds simple enough,” you agree with a nod.

“We can set up a schedule to get to know each other more and maybe take some photos together,” Jungkook suggests. 

“Sure, just don’t forget to feed me,” you tease with a smile. 

Jungkook chuckles. “I won’t forget.”

“Cool,” you grin as you finish your drink. “I’d love to stay and chat longer, but I have to study. I’ve got a test tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t let me keep you. I’ll text you later with the details.”

“Okay,” you gather your belongings and Jungkook carefully grabs your wrist. 

You raise a brow in question. 

“We should probably take a picture together for our lock screen,” he explains as he holds up his phone. 

You nod, standing beside him as he takes a picture of the two of you. 

“I’ll send it to you tonight,” he promises as you wave and leave the cafe. 

Was this insane enough to work?

Saturday morning comes quickly, especially when your phone is ringing on your nightstand right by your head. 

Groaning, you reach over for it, only to see Jungkook’s name on your screen. It takes a second to answer, eyes fluttering shut as you grunt. 

“Good morning,” Jungkook chirps and you grunt again.  

Jungkook chuckles. “Sorry, I guess you’re not a morning person.”

“Hmm.”

“Are you free today? I was thinking we could get together for some fake dating stuff.” Jungkook bites his bottom lip nervously. He knew asking last minute probably wasn’t the most ideal, but the rest of the week had slipped by him in a haze. 

The only time he had seen you was for a few minutes to buy you lunch and dinner in the cafeteria, but it didn’t leave any time for scheming.

“Jungkook,” you groan his name as you roll onto your back to stare at the ceiling. “It’s ass o’clock in the morning on a Saturday.”

“It’s almost 10, Sleeping Beauty,” Jungkook giggles and your icy demeanor starts to melt. How could you be mad at him?

Sighing, you rub your eyes with your free hand. “All right, what’s the plan?”

“How about lunch and a photoshoot?” 

“A photoshoot?” You repeat, befuddled.

“Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles nervously. He feels dumb suggesting it now, but if he wanted to make this look legit, pictures as proof were needed, as kindly Taehyung reminded him just last night. “You know, as proof?”

“Proof?” You yawn as you ask but sit up in bed. “Fine, but I’m owed lunch and ice cream after.”

“Okay! Jimin and Hoseok will be at your dorm in thirty minutes and we’ll meet up with Tae in the quad.”

“Wait, why?”

“To take pictures,” Jungkook explains.

“No,” you shake your head. “Why are they coming over?”

“Oh,” Jungkook laughs, smiling to himself. “They’re gonna pick out your outfits.”

“What exactly did I sign up for?” You mutter to yourself, but Jungkook ignores it. 

“See you then! Bye!” And the call ends without you getting a last word in.

“Time to get up, I guess,” you grumble as you set your phone on the nightstand and pull the covers off you. You curse Jungkook when a shiver runs down your spine and you shuffle into your bathroom for a hot shower. 

-

Thirty minutes later, Hoseok and Jimin are at your door with bright grins.

You knew Hoseok was studying fashion design. It’s no surprise when he beelines it to your closet the moment pleasantries are exchanged. He digs in your drawers, tossing things on your bed as Jimin grabs a duffel bag.

“Hey!” you protest when a shirt hits your head.

“Sorry!” Hoseok apologizes hastily as he plans five outfits and a swimsuit. 

Jimin helps dry your hair, chatting your ear off as he helps you lay out your makeup on your desk, smiling at the kitty-shaped mirror that sits on it. “Thank you for helping Jungkook. He’s been stressing about this since Thanksgiving.”

“It’s not the best situation to be in,” you say as you put eyeshadow primer on your eyelid. Hoseok hums to himself as he takes photos with his Polaroid camera of your outfits and sends the images to Yoongi and Jungkook.

“He just puts his foot in his mouth,” Jimin defends his best friend and you wave him away.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Besides, I’m happy to help and spend the holidays with you. It gets lonely being on campus when nobody else is.”

Jimin wraps himself around you, squeezing you tight. “You never have to worry about being alone as long as we’re around, okay?”

You swallow thickly, blinking away the hot tears that pool in your eyes. “Thanks, Jimin.”

“Don’t mention it,” he chirps as he wipes your tears and helps you do your makeup.

Jungkook wrings his hands as he paces back and forth. Taehyung has taken the liberty of setting up his equipment in the quad. Seeing as it’s a Saturday, there are not many people around even when finals are coming up. It gives you some kind of privacy.

Seokjin and Namjoon are sitting down nearby, sharing snacks and laughing at another inside joke. Jungkook wishes he could be as carefree as them, but this will be the first time he’ll have to touch you. He knows you agreed, but he’s terrified of making this situation more awkward than it has to be. 

Yoongi has given up on reassuring him. Instead, he busies himself, adjusting the lighting and taking orders from Taehyung.

Since Hoseok texted the group chat that the three of you were on the way, he’s begun pacing back and forth. Nobody has attempted to soothe him since Yoongi tried. They mind their business, happy to be supportive from the sidelines.

Oh.

You’re here.

Jungkook feels his heart skip a beat. You look gorgeous.

You laugh at something Jimin says. He’s always been the best at easing any tension. He’s glad he’s your friend as well.

Perhaps you could come out of this as friends come January.

“Hey!” you wave as Hoseok carries your duffel bag over to Yoongi and Taehyung. The three of them stand together discussing the photoshoot.

There are a few key photos they can do today if the weather cooperates. Taehyung is amazing at editing, so he can change anything to make it seem like they were taken a while back instead of all on the same day.

Yoongi took the liberty of editing Jungkook’s Instagram posts, figuring his brother wouldn’t notice too much if a few photos were removed or added.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Taehyung shouts, clapping his hands and getting into photographer mode. You jump, hurrying to Jungkook’s side with a shy smile.

Taehyung briefly says hello as he arranges the two of you for the first photoshoot. They look like selfies from the angle of his camera. You worry you’re breathing too loudly when you stand too close to Jungkook, but he’s worried about his own body to notice yours.

Taehyung moves your hands to Jungkook’s shoulders, and you hide your smile on his shoulder as his hands go to your waist.

Your friends watch from the sidelines. The only one who approaches you is Jimin when your hair has gone astray or to feed you snacks in between. 

Taehyung will have plenty to work with once he’s in his room editing. He moves on to the next shoot and Jimin follows you to the bathroom, waiting outside with Hoseok as you change into the next outfit.

“Wow!” Hoseok breathes as Jimin grins.

“Jungkook’s gonna lose it.”

“Shut up,” you laugh as you follow them back to the photoshoot. You go stand beside Yoongi, who is fixing a light. He smiles when he sees you, pulling you into a hug.

“You look amazing!” he compliments, and you hush him.

Jungkook approaches with rose-tinted cheeks. He takes in your outfit, your shirt and coat match his. You wear a skirt and thigh-high socks with a chunky pair of Mary Janes. 

“Wow!” he breathes without meaning to.

He looks hot in his coat, his hair ruffled by the wind, and his lips glossy from his chapstick. Taehyung is quick to move the two of you closer. He takes a few shots, calling Jimin over with Namjoon to make the two of you laugh. You’re giggling when the camera goes off. Taehyung knows he’ll have to keep up with the two of you to make sure photos keep coming. You’re instructed to take pictures together, and your friends also doing so to upload them on their feeds.

“And kiss,” Taehyung demands from behind the camera.

You and Jungkook exchange wry looks.

Taehyung looks up from his camera, wondering what’s taking the both of you so long.

“Hello?” he waves. “Kiss.”

Seokjin steps up beside Taehyung. “You have kissed, right?”

“Um…” Jungkook looks at you for help.

“Uh… you see…” you trail off.

“You haven’t?” Seokjin sighs, running a hand over his face in exasperation. “Yoongi!”

“What?!” Yoongi shouts in response.

“They haven’t kissed! Fix it!” Seokjin whines as he stomps his foot.

“Way to make this awkward,” Jungkook mutters.

“Namjoon!” Yoongi yells, and Namjoon looks at him with wide eyes, wiping nacho cheese flavoring on his jeans.

“Take them to the hall,” Yoongi instructs.

Namjoon nods as he motions for the two of you to follow him into the building. He stands with his back to you and Jungkook.

You bite your lip, looking down at your shoes. Jungkook is tugging on his pants. He refuses to look at you, but he knows if he takes much longer, Taehyung and his fury will envelop you.

“We don’t have to,” Jungkook assures you.

“No, no. I want to,” you reassure him as you step closer to him. You ignore the thundering of your heart as you wrap your arms around his neck. Jungkook grips your waist in his large hands, squeezing your sides as he leans in to meet you halfway.

When your lips meet his, fireworks go off behind your eyelids. You melt into him, gripping him tighter as your lips move with his. It’s better than you could have ever imagined, your lips tingling from his kiss as flashes go off in the distance.

Taehyung has captured your first kiss without you knowing, but that’s a problem for another day as Jungkook cradles your head, pressing you against the wall. His lips are like fire, burning you to your core as you pull him closer, your body pressed to his as his tongue slips past your lips and your knees buckle from his kiss.

A moan escapes you, your hands gripping his shirt tightly for some sense of balance as you kiss him deeper. Your other hand cards through his hair, the coldness of his lip rings pressing to your fiery hot lips, making you melt into a puddle as the camera goes off repeatedly.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses when you come up for air.

You giggle as you pull him into a hug. “Way to break the awkwardness.”

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Thanks for this, darling.” “No problem, babe.”

The photo shoot ends an hour later. Jungkook keeps his promise to buy you lunch when he invites you over to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment.

You share a pizza, sneaking away to his apartment next door for dessert. He hands you a Snickers ice cream bar, that you down with several moans and beg for more.

He obliges, thanking you for your participation tonight.

“No worries. I’m looking forward to Christmas with you and Jimin,” you state as you lick your ice cream.

“Really?”

“Of course,” you state as you finish your ice cream, tossing your wrapper into the trashcan. “I get lonely around the holidays.”

“Well, you won’t have to anymore.”

~

Schedules have been handed out on Monday when you returned to class. Professors are cracking down, urging you to review the material, some heavily hinting at what will be on the exam, others handing out a review sheet that will be the same as the exam except with the numbers changed, and some wishing you luck with a sinister grin. 

Jungkook has set up a study date for tomorrow. He wants to compare schedules while getting to know you. His time is limited until all the exams are done and grades are posted, but his visit home is also weighing heavily on his shoulders. 

The two of you spent the weekend sharing TikToks and memes, following each other on socials and hoping his brother wasn’t as big of a snoop as Jungkook seemed to claim. This would only work if he could be fooled because his parents never spent time online unless they absolutely had to. Often, Jungkook had to reset his mom’s passwords because she would forget and get locked out. She didn’t even know the password to her email and his dad just piggybacked on his wife’s account. 

Grandmother Jeon just video-called him and Seojun, seeing as she spent most of her time chatting with friends, gardening, or at the slot machines. She didn’t care too much to learn how to scroll through everything, and honestly, just being able to use YouTube and text was enough for her. 

When you find Jungkook at the cafe, he’s humming to himself as he writes something down in his notebook. He taps his foot quietly, ignoring the buzz of the surrounding customers. His backpack sits on the chair across from him, to deter anyone from taking a seat.

“Hey,” you greet him with a smile, ignoring the fluttering in your chest. Heat rises to your cheeks as your eyes lock on his lips. He’s playing with his lip ring, a habit you’ve noticed as of late. You remember the kiss you shared over the weekend. You haven’t stopped thinking about it and it adds to your nervousness and giddiness. Maybe you were over your head, but the kiss you shared felt nice. You were looking forward to kissing him again, feeling his hand cup your face gently as his lips pressed against yours. 

“Hey,” he smiles bashfully. He moves his backpack off the chair for you to sit. 

“How are you?” You ask as you sit down, unzipping your bag to take your book out and a purple notebook. You’re dreading exam week, knowing you won’t be able to relax until everything is said and done. 

You still need to set up a study date with Jimin for the classes you share, and you hope it goes smoothly. 

“Stressed,” Jungkook chuckles as he taps his pencil on the table before setting it down. “Finals always suck the life out of me.”

“Same,” you sigh as you open your book. “But then we’ll be off for a few weeks.”

“I’m looking forward to Christmas dinner. My mom makes the best dishes. Ugh, you’re gonna love it,” Jungkook assures you. 

You bite back a smile. He looks adorable, his eyes sparkling. 

“Are you sure your family won’t mind if I stay with you? I could ask Jimin if I can crash at his place,” you offer. 

“Trust me, they’ll be more than happy to have you stay with us. Don’t even worry about it,” Jungkook smiles as he taps his pencil again. 

Relief fills you, but you still worry about making a good impression. Despite this being a farce, you don’t want his parents to detest you. 

Perhaps you’ll bring it up after finals. There’s no need to add more stress for Jungkook when his brows are furrowed and his lips look like they’ve seen better days from how much he’s biting them. 

Before you can second guess yourself, you lean forward and slowly press your thumb to his bottom lip until his teeth release it. You don’t say a word as you move your thumb away, smiling instead as you turn to your studies. 

Jungkook blushes, staring at you for a moment too long before he buries his face in his book. His hand scribbles notes into his notebook, but he finds it rather hard to concentrate. He’s been thinking about the kiss you shared on Saturday. He can’t stop thinking about it and he knows it’s just part of the act, but he’s been in over his head since Jimin introduced you. 

At first, he thought you and Jimin were an item. Probably crushing on each other, but soon it was obvious Jimin saw you as a friend and nothing else. The two of you fought like siblings, tackling each other for the last soda, tickling each other until one of you almost peed your pants, and arm wrestling over the last slice of pizza, only for Seokjin to call seniority and scoop it out of the box before either of you could fight him for it. 

You brought chaos to their friend-group, so you fit right in. Jungkook was shy. He kept to himself until he felt comfortable enough to open up, and he wished now more than ever that he’d done so before this whole debacle. Maybe it would be easier to move from friends to fake dating. He hopes there’s no awkwardness between this once it’s said and done.

An hour turns into two, and soon the two of you are putting your books away. Jungkook places an order for dinner and you eat together. 

“I like their chicken salad croissants,” you gush as you take another bite. “They’re the best on campus.”

“Have you been to the Cupcake Boutique in town? They have the best cupcakes. The woman who owns the shop is so sweet.”

“I don’t think I’ve been there, but if they have a chocolate cupcake, I’m down.” You smile. 

“You’ll love them! I’ll take you once we get to my parents' house. Jimin will probably tag along. He can eat a dozen at once if he wants to.” Jungkook shakes his head. 

“Hmm, maybe we can have a cupcake-eating contest,” you joke, and Jungkook guffaws. 

“I don’t think you’d make it out alive. Jimin is very competitive,” he chuckles. 

Once you finish eating, Jungkook helps clean up the table before offering to walk you to your dorm. 

“I’ll see you later this week. We can study again and get to know each other more. I have a feeling Namjoon is dying to quiz us,” you shrug. 

“Sure thing,” Jungkook agrees. “Are you sure you want to go through with this? You can still back out.”

“I’m not backing out, Kook. Let me do this for you, okay?” You smile at him, moving in for a quick peck to his cheek before rushing into your dorm. 

Jungkook is left dumbfounded as he watches you leave, a smile appearing on his lips. The warmth of your lips lasts until he’s climbing into bed, the covers pulled up to his chest and his hand on his cheek. 

Perhaps this would work out.

The week passes by in a blur of studying, debating dropping out, and wondering if your parents would let you live with them until you’re 80.

By the time Saturday morning rolls around, your parents have declined to keep you until 80, talked you out of dropping out, and sent encouraging words your way along with a gift card to the local cafe. 

Jungkook invites you over to his place at noon. You lug your heavy bookbag to his place, groaning when you look through your reviews. 

Giggling, Jungkook offers you a drink as he takes a juice box from his fridge. 

“Just one more week and we’re done,” he says as he pokes the straw through the opening and squirts himself in the face. 

Cackling, you fall onto your back, missing the coffee table by a mere inch. Jungkook pouts, glaring at you playfully before he helps you up. 

You’ve set aside two hours to study and an hour to get to know each other before his friends come over. You’re eager to see Jimin and his friends, now your friends, tonight. The lot of you have been running around studying and turning in assignments, arranging study dates in between mental breakdowns and too much caffeine. 

Jimin’s ran across campus with your coffee order to encourage you to keep going and you ran across campus with his favorite takeout to make sure he ate. You’re counting down the hours until you’re free, but you’re thankful for this time with everyone to relax. 

“Favorite childhood memory?” Jungkook asks, looking up from the flash card Namjoon made for the both of you. 

“Horseback riding with my dad. He split his pants when he climbed off the horse.” you laugh, covering your mouth to hide your teeth, an old habit you picked up when you had braces in your teens. 

Jungkook grins, shaking his head. “Mine is my tenth birthday party when my friends and I went to the amusement park and I was finally tall enough to ride The Raptor.”

“Favorite movie?” You ask, looking at your index card. 

“How the Grinch Stole Christmas,” Jungkook answers easily. You’ve gone over your favorite colors (purple), favorite food (pizza), and favorite music (pop). You have a good feeling about his plan working, but you’ve yet to get close physically again. You’ve hugged in greeting and you even kissed his cheek a few times, but you haven’t held hands or kissed again.

You know you’ll have to make it look romantic in front of his family, but you’re not sure if you should bring it up or allow him to. 

The doorbell rings as you wrap up. Jimin barges in with Yoongi and Seokjin in tow. 

“The others are picking up the food,” Jimin explains as he sets down some snacks and Yoongi sets down the drinks. 

You help unpack the goods, giggling when Jimin opens a can of soda and it bubbles over his hand and fingers. He groans as he runs to the sink, cursing as he sets the can inside with a frown. 

“You’re making a mess,” Jungkook whines as he wipes the counter with napkins and then a wet rag. He glares at Jimin’s back the whole time while you watch. 

You noticed Jungkook’s apartment was pretty tidy. Nothing seemed out of place, and he even took the time to fold his clothing as soon as it came out of the dryer. He didn’t leave it to sit until the next time you needed the dryer. Perhaps it would light a fire under your ass to get moving. 

“Move your foot,” Seokjin huffs as he tries to walk into the apartment with Taehyung at his side. They’ve somehow managed to get stuck in the entryway in their rush to be the first inside. 

On the floor, Namjoon crawls between Seokjin's legs, followed by Hoseok. 

Seokjin was left dumbfounded as Taehyung shoved him out of the way, hands gripping two heavy bags of takeout. 

Seokjin rolls his eyes as he carries two enormous pizzas inside, kicking the door shut with his foot. 

“Ungrateful,” he scoffs as he sets the pizza down on the counter, popping open the box. 

Jungkook grabs some plates and everyone serves themselves before heading to the living room. 

His friends spread out on his large couch, Jimin claiming the recliner to himself with a blanket and a couch cushion. 

The only spot left empty is beside Jungkook, and you take the seat with a few lingering nerves. He offers you a smile when you sit beside him, allowing you to pick the first movie as his friends stuff their faces.

Your favorite movie plays on the screen, getting comfortable in your spot on the couch until you rest your head on Jungkook’s shoulder. He stiffens for a moment but relaxes as he slowly drapes his arm over your shoulder to hold you closer. 

Namjoon nudges Seokjin with his elbow coyly. His eyes are still as Seokjin follows them, grinning to himself before nudging Hoseok and Yoongi. 

You’re unaware of their attention focused on you. You snuggle up closer to Jungkook, his hand playing with your hair mindlessly as he chuckles at the scene. 

Even Jimin is peering at you from his spot, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Miraculously, he says nothing, not even when Taehyung’s eyes widen when Jungkook kisses the top of your head. 

Slowly, the sun sinks into the horizon, its last rays kissing the night sky as it finally disappears. 

Seokjin and Namjoon have been whispering throughout the movie. Taehyung is draped over Hoseok’s lap, softly snoring while Hoseok runs his fingers through his hair. 

Yoongi scrolls on his phone, silently adding photos he’d gotten from Taehyung to Jungkook’s account. He’s taken your phone to do the same. 

Jimin is curled in the recliner, his eyes drooping as the movie continues to play in the background until he finally falls asleep with a soft whine. 

Jungkook hasn’t moved in a while. His arm has fallen asleep, and he’s tried wiggling his fingers to get the circulation going again. He knows it won’t be long until Namjoon and Yoongi herd all their friends out the door, all of them stumbling sleepily past the doorway as they say their goodbyes. 

“That was fun,” you state in between yawns, frowning when another one hits you and makes Jungkook yawn as well. 

You laugh, shaking your head as you roll the sleeves of your sweater up to your elbows. Jungkook thinks you look adorable. The purple and white sweater has snowflakes and hearts all around it. You hum as you help him clean up, your hand brushing against his when you both reach for a plate. 

You let him take it, smiling as you grab the last of the soda cans and dump them in your bag. Jungkook finishes loading the dishwasher, washing his hands before taking the bag from you. 

After you wash your hands, you toy with your sweater sleeves. You’re not sure if you should stay or go, shifting your weight from foot to foot before deciding to sit on his couch. 

Jungkook joins you a minute later. The movie continues to play on the TV, the sound a welcomed distraction from the bout of awkwardness you feel.

“I think we did pretty good today,” Jungkook comments as he scoots closer to you. 

“You think?” You ask with genuine curiosity.

“Mhm,” Jungkook hums. “I think we can nail it by Christmas break.”

“We’ll have to work on the PDA a little,” you clear your throat, avoiding his gaze though you feel the heat of it. 

Jungkook swallows thickly, wiping his palms on his sweatpants. 

“Uh, yeah. Whenever you want,” he clears his throat, suddenly feeling like he’s choking. He doesn’t want to seem too excited or uninterested, but you look so beautiful sitting across from him. He wishes he had asked you out for real. He finds you beguiling. You have a lot in common, and he could see you being friends or perhaps more. Has he ruined his chance by dragging you into his mess?

Giggling, you wave your hand in front of his face. Jungkook chuckles, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously as he apologizes. He tugs on the sleeves of his oversized black hoodie.

“Should we practice?” You whisper, afraid that if you speak too loudly, you’ll not only spook him but yourself. You wish it were easier to do this. After all, you had a crush on him and had daydreamed about this before. So why was reality such a hurdle?

Jungkook licks his lips nervously. He nods, ignoring the fluttering in his chest as he meets your gaze. He’s careful as he lifts his hand to cup your face, leaning forward as you meet him in the middle. His eyes flutter shut when yours does, his other hand resting on top of yours as his lips finally connect with you.

It’s slow, soft, and cautious. You use your free hand to cup his face as he adds more pressure, following your lead and giving you plenty of opportunities to end it. 

You don’t. 

Instead, you move closer, nearly on his lap as the kiss deepens, and it’s your tongue that presses against his lips, asking for permission. Jungkook moans, his hand moving to your thigh and squeezing. 

It’s your turn to moan, whimpering against his lips as you climb on top of him. He chuckles, his hands moving lower to grab your hips as he falls back onto the couch with you on top. 

“Fuck,” he breathes when you pull apart for a moment. You smile as you lean in to kiss him again, this time taking your time and nipping his bottom lip. 

Jungkook squeezes you, your moan going straight to his cock. 

Sparks explode from both of you, your bodies thrumming with excitement and lust. You do not doubt that there’s chemistry there. Each kiss, each touch, is euphoric. Each moan goes straight to your core, blooming into heavenly pleasure. 

Jungkook groans when you grind down on him once. He guides you again, and you moan into the kiss, whimpering when he rubs against your clit. 

Your thighs shake, your cunt aches and you want nothing more than for him to devour every bit of you. 

But you pull away, panting with a smile on your face. 

“I think that’s good for today,” you say as you run a hand through your hair. 

Jungkook nods, cheeks pink and lips swollen. He smiles softly, slowly releasing you from his grip as you sit up and collect your things. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask as you head for the door. 

Jungkook nods, unable to speak yet. 

You giggle, leaning in for one last kiss before heading out to your dorm. 

Jungkook watches you go, his heart skipping a beat as he shuts the door.

Almost too quickly, Monday rolls around. Jungkook drags himself out of bed with a groan as he readies himself for his first final of the week. 

He’s got your exam schedule memorized but sends a quick good luck text your way, regardless. He knows he probably won’t see much of you as you both stress over exams, but you have a “date” planned for Thursday night when your finals and his are done. 

Jungkook tries not to get distracted, but he bites his lip when he thinks of your kiss on Saturday. You felt so warm and nice in his hands. Just thinking about you makes his cock throb. He knows that probably won’t happen again; perhaps just a ‘heat of the moment’ type thing, but he’s glad you enjoyed kissing him as much as he did you. 

“Get it together,” he scolds himself as he gets dressed. “Don’t get in over your head. It’s fake.”

With a deep sigh, Jungkook gathers his belongings and heads out the door.

~

It’s just past lunch when Jungkook spots you. He holds out a bag of your favorite meal, as you nearly collide with someone in your rush to reach him. 

You have fifteen minutes to eat and get to your class before the exam, your legs carrying you as fast as possible. Jungkook had learned of your predicament and left for the cafeteria earlier to grab your lunch. He holds it in his hand as you dash toward him, stopping to kiss his cheek and grabbing the brown bag before shouting “Thank you!” over your shoulder. 

Jungkook watches you go, chuckling when you dip past someone else. You’re a woman on a mission, and Jungkook hopes you get to class in time to eat. 

“Okay.” Jimin raises his stopwatch to eye level. He smiles giddily as Jungkook taps his pen on his desk. Jimin is taking this a little too seriously, but he’s grateful his friend is helping. 

“On the count of three,” Jimin states, nearly jumping in his spot. Jungkook looks down at the pop quiz that Jimin’s drawn up. He’s spent most of the evening coaching JK with facts and tidbits about you, your life growing up, things you like, things you don’t like, family names, memories, and anything else under the sun. Jungkook’s been drilled and has studied with flashcards, and now it was time to put it to the test. However, it won’t be the last before the break. 

Jimin just wants to see how well he knows you this far in. They’re both aware of the deadline looming over them. Time flies by thanks to finals, but there’s not much time left. 

Jimin and Taehyung have scheduled study sessions and photo sessions. Yoongi has been handling all media aspects, gossiping around campus about your relationship. 

Namjoon has been quizzing you, sharing facts, and the like to get you to know his friend as well as he does. You’ve picked up on almost everything he’s said and done well on your quiz. 

Hoseok has been coming to your place, pondering in front of your closet for an hour or so a day before leaving. He’s taken photos of everything you own, shaking his head when he takes a snowman sweater out of the closet that has seen better days. He’s been working on finals but also has printed photos of every item in your possession to build outfits. Soon, he’ll be around to pack your bags for the break, labeling each outfit down to the shoes. 

Seokjin has taken it upon himself to go home for the holidays to witness this fiasco… er plan, run its course. He will be the charmer, leading a conversation away from the two of you if there’s something you can’t answer. He plans on being a distraction if needed, but mostly he’s looking forward to Jungkook’s mom cooking Christmas dinner. 

“One. Two. Three.” Jimin starts the timer and Jungkook flips over his quiz. He bites his lower lip as he concentrates, his eyes scanning the page before answering the first question.

Hometown?

Birthday?

Family members?

Jungkook answers the rest of the questions to the best of his ability. Jimin has thought of questions that may come up, but Jungkook is hoping his family won’t host an interrogation instead of Christmas dinner. 

“And time!” Jimin hollers as he presses the button on the stopwatch. Jungkook lays his pen down on his desk before handing his friend his quiz. 

Jimin grabs a red pen from the Garfield cup on Jungkook’s desk and hums to himself as he grades the quiz. 

Curious, Jungkook watches his friend, but Jimin covers the paper. “No looking.”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook walks away from the desk to sit on his bed. He feels like he’s drowning in this situation. He knows it’s too late to go back on this plan and his mom would call after finals to confirm his “girlfriend” join them for the holidays. 

For a few days now, Jungkook has been dodging her calls and text messages. He knows he won’t be able to lie over the phone. 

Shaking his head, Jungkook rids himself of those thoughts. He’ll worry about all that later. For now, the plan will move forward in full force. He and his friends have worked hard to make it work and he doesn’t want everyone’s work to be for nothing. Besides, even you were doing your part and more so to know everything there is to know about him. He knows this can’t be easy and he will be forever grateful to you for helping him out. Whatever you need from him in the future, it’s yours. He can never thank you enough for agreeing to this plan. 

“Hmm, not bad,” Jimin finally says, breaking Jungkook out of his thoughts. 

“What?”

“You got most of these correct, but you got her sisters confused. Jen is older than Lea,” Jimin explains as he hands the paper back to Jungkook to review. 

Jungkook takes the quiz and looks it over. He knows he’ll have to study a bit more later this week. There are still a few more days until exams are over and you can shift focus on getting to know each other. Besides, you still have to work on showing affection without it seeming awkward. 

The thought reminds Jungkook of the kisses you’ve shared and his cheeks warm at the thought of doing it again. 

“What’s got you smiling so much?” Jimin asks as he sits on the desk chair. 

“Uh,” Jungkook clears his throat. He feels his ears burn. “Nothing.”

“Oh, come on,” Jimin huffs. “You’re smiling about something.”

Jungkook knows Jimin will prod until he gets his answer, so he sighs and gives in. “Just thinking of kissing her again.”

“Damn,” Jimin chuckles. “You’ve already made it to kissing?”

Jungkook nods, biting his bottom lip. “A few times.”

“Do you like her?” Jimin asks, mostly out of curiosity but also because he cares about you. 

“I mean,” Jungkook shrugs, not sure how to answer. “I’ve always thought she was cute and funny. She’s also smart and caring. She makes me smile.”

“So you do like her?” Jimin grins.

“I guess, but I’ve kind of ruined it all with this stupid plan,” Jungkook sighs in defeat, toying with the hem of his shirt. “I doubt she’d look at me again after it’s said and done.”

“You don’t know that, Kook. She might like you,” Jimin states. 

Jungkook shrugs again. He asks Jimin to help him with the flashcards again, no longer wanting to focus on you and him being anything more.

“Joon,” you groan as you tap your pen. His quiz lies on your desk face down and his PowerPoint is on the wall. He’s taken the time to make it to help you study for your first meeting of Jungkook’s patents. 

“It’s going to help you,” Joon insists as he uses his laser pointer to go over the first slide. You groan again. You’ve been studying for the past two hours. 

Your textbooks sit on your bed untouched as you recite Jungkook’s family’s names from eldest to youngest, including Saraí.

Namjoon goes through this PowerPoint before allowing you to take your quiz. You've done your best to study for exams and Jungkook’s con… plan. 

“There,” you finish the quiz and hand it over to Namjoon. He takes it from you, taking the lid off a red marker with his teeth. You open your textbooks, reading over the highlighted bits to try to force them into the library of knowledge known as your brain. You know finals should be your focus this week, but every time your thoughts stray, they head right to the kiss you shared with Jungkook. 

Heat rises and spreads across your cheeks as you chew on your pen. If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine how his hands felt on your hips, his lips pressed hotly on yours. 

Other than lunch and dinner runs, you haven’t spent time with Jungkook. You’re dying to get your hands (and lips) on him again. That may be the best part about this whole situation.

“Earth to Love-struck!” Namjoon waves his hand in front of your face to draw your attention. 

Blinking owlishly, you look at him. “What?”

“Were you paying attention to anything I said?”

“No,” you answer honestly. “I wasn’t.”

Namjoon sighs heavily. “I said you got everything correct. I’ll be by one more time before the week ends to quiz you again, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about. We’ll get everyone together after finals and Yoongi can run the story by us.”

“You think we’ll have enough time to memorize it?” You question him. 

Namjoon shrugs. “Not much we can do about it this late in the game. Worst-case scenario, we tell the truth; Jungkook met you through Jimin.”

“Seems easy enough,” you agree as you bid him goodbye. 

You shut the door once he leaves and you sit on your bed, finally cracking open your notes to place beside your textbook. 

Try as you might to study, you can’t seem to get Jungkook off your mind.

~

[you]: Good morning ☀️ 

[Babe 💕]: Good morning ☀️ 

[you]: something tells me it’s not that great.

Babe 💕: how can you tell? 👀

[you]: it’s my job as your boyfriend to know 😅

[Babe 💕]: I’ve got one more final and I’m trying not to doze off in Building J 😴

[you]: I’ve got faith in you! One more final stands between you and movie night 

[Babe 💕]: ugh! I could go for a slice of Joe’s stuffed crust, cheesy pizza 

[Babe 💕]: Koo, make time go faster 😭

Jungkook chuckles at the text. He moves to the side after ordering his coffee and yours. He’s just finished his last final with enough time to grab your favorite drink from the cafe. 

He texts back quickly, grabbing both drinks when his name is called shortly after. 

Quickly, Jungkook makes his way across campus. His phone buzzes with messages from you and his friends. Some cheer that they’re done and others complain that they’re not. 

Jungkook doesn’t check his phone. Instead, he goes up the elevator to the second floor. As soon as the doors open, he steps out and heads down the hall to the table you said you frequent between classes. 

You don’t look up when he approaches until his shoes are in your vision. 

You smile and it makes Jungkook’s heart flutter like a hummingbird.

Jungkook sets your drink in front of you, making sure it doesn’t get too close to your textbook. 

“I got you a drink,” he says simply as you rise from your seat. 

“I could marry you!” You joke as you hug him. You had debated going to the cafe for ten minutes, deciding against it to study instead. Every last moment counted, after all. 

Jungkook nearly howls with laughter. “Don’t let my mom hear you say that. She’ll have our wedding planned by the end of the day.”

You giggle as you sit down. Jungkook sits beside you, taking a sip from his drink. 

You tease Jungkook by writing Mrs. Jeon on the corner of your notebook. 

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Aren’t you supposed to be studying?”

You stick your tongue out at him before reaching for your drink. “I have been, but at this point, I either know it or I don’t.”

Jungkook nods. He watches you study for a while before he offers to walk you to class. He carries your backpack for you and you take his hand in yours, fingers laced together. 

Neither of you says a word as you walk to your class holding hands. You ignore the rapid beating of your heart, praying Jungkook doesn’t feel as awkward. You only have a few days to get comfortable with PDA and honestly, you were looking forward to kissing him again. 

“Good luck,” Jungkook tells you once you reach your classroom. “I’ll see you tonight?”

You nod. “I’ll be over in the evening.”

Jungkook nods, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he can chicken out. He smiles and waves as he takes his leave. 

You watch him go, sighing dreamily before heading into your classroom.

Jimin lies on your bed after his exam, his phone is in his hands above him as he scrolls through his feed. 

“Are you guys staying over?” You ask as you gather some clothing for your overnight bag. Jungkook had said sometimes everyone got too sleepy to head home, and it turned into a massive sleepover at his place. 

“I don’t know,” Jimin responds as he hearts a post and keeps scrolling. “I have my bag ready just in case, though.”

“Should I take anything?” You ask as you throw in your toiletries and phone charger. 

“Fuck!” Jimin groans as his phone hits him in the face. He sits up, rubbing his nose. “No, Yoongi and Tae have it covered.”

Taking one last look around your dorm, you decide you’re ready to head out. 

“Let’s go,” you tell Jimin as you sling your bag over your shoulder and pat your pockets for your phone and wallet. 

Jimin gets off the bed, following you to the door as you head out. 

“How’s everything with Jungkook going?” Jimin asks as the two of you begin your walk to Jungkook’s apartment. 

“It’s been good,” you smile bashfully. “It’s not nearly as awkward as I thought. Not on my end, at least.”

“You seem to really like him,” Jimin comments as his hands slide into his pockets. 

“I mean, that’s kind of the point, right?”

Scoffing, Jimin comes to a stop to look at you. “Come on, that’s not what I meant.”

You laugh, continuing to walk forward until Jimin matches your pace. 

“He’s not as intimidating as I thought he was. He’s funny and a little dorky,” you giggle. “He wears toe socks and cute little barrettes, his laugh lights up the room, his eyes shine like a million stars in the night sky, and his smile is blinding and comforting. His voice is angelic, brings tears to my eyes when he sings when he thinks nobody’s around.”

Jimin licks his lips, trying to bite back a smile. “Huh.”

“What?” You raise a brow as you turn a corner. 

“You’re in love with Jungkook!” Jimin taunts and you smack him playfully. 

“Shut up!”

“You so are!” Jimin cackles as he dodges your next swipe. 

“You’re insufferable,” you grumble, stomping off ahead of him. His tinkling laugh fills the air behind you as he sings your name and Jungkook’s “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

When you approach Jungkook’s apartment, you linger on the porch with Jimin. “Not a word to him.”

Holding up his hands, Jimin nods with a sickeningly sweet grin. “Not a word.”

~

Silence has never been Jimin’s forte per se. His eyes and body language often betray him at the best of times and the worst of times. He knows he can keep important secrets—secrets shared in confidence. 

However, the moment Yoongi makes eye contact with him, he nearly spills. Yoongi raises a brow but ultimately says nothing as he goes back to his phone. 

Hoseok is busy trying to make room on the coffee table for all the food and drinks while Namjoon helps Seokjin make the face masks. 

Jungkook is throwing blankets in the dryer to warm them up, making sure they smell wonderful before he hands them out. 

Taehyung checks the battery on his camera, sitting on the end of the couch across from where you and Jungkook will be sitting. He’s got Jungkook’s phone in his lap, opting for a few blurry pics as the evening progresses. 

Time is ticking by faster, especially with finals coming to a close for all of you. You’ll have the weekend to practice being a couple before you’re put to the test.

The lot of you leave Sunday afternoon as the campus shuts down for the holiday break. Hoseok will be around on Saturday to pack your belongings and then head over to Jungkook’s place to pack his. 

“Food and then facials,” Seokjin announces as he has Namjoon carry a large bowl of what looks like oatmeal. You eye it warily, volunteering Jimin to go first. 

“Traitor!” He exclaims as Seokjin pulls him onto the recliner. Jimin pouts as Seokjin rubs the concoction on his face while Hoseok munches on the cucumber slices meant to cover his eyes. 

“I thought we were gonna eat first?” Jungkook asks as he hands the throw blankets to his friends, saving the large one for you and him. 

“Yeah, but Jimin volunteered,” Seokjin grins mischievously.

“I did not!” 

Seokjin sticks a cucumber slice in his mouth to shut him up before smiling at Jungkook. 

“Go about your day.”

Jungkook blinks once and turns to his friends. The movie is loaded on the TV screen. The food is ready and the lights are dimmed just enough to allow Seokjin to see what he’s doing. 

“I guess let’s dig in until we end up on the torture chair,” Jungkook shrugs as he sits beside you. 

“You’re next!” Seokjin huffs as he waves a wooden stick at him. 

Jungkook shudders but remains silent as he grabs a drink. The rest of you eat as the movie starts. Seokjin has moved onto Namjoon while Jimin lies on the floor, scared to have some of the goo fall off. 

He knows he’s got a moisturizing face mask to don next before he can eat like the rest of his friends. 

Taehyung waits until you and Jungkook grow comfortable to snap a few photos. He gets one of you looking up at Jungkook when you lay beside him. One of Jungkook breaking cheese off your pizza slice and one of the both of you laughing so hard you can’t breathe.

Taehyung has his suspicions about the two of you. He knows you’ve been spending a lot of time together, often texting Jungkook or the group chat to hang out, but Jungkook always seems unavailable. That’s until Taehyung spots him with you, either at the cafe, the library, or heading to your dorm. 

Hoseok smiles as Jungkook kisses the top of your head. It’s been so long since he’s seen Jungkook smitten over someone. Though it may be a con of some sort, Hoseok can tell that his actions and words are genuine. He’s never known Jungkook to be cruel about his intentions with love and dating, so he has no doubts that what you see is what you get. 

Jungkook wears his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see. It doesn’t take a genius to notice how his demeanor has changed over the past few weeks. For a moment Hoseok can forget it’s all a facade. 

Seokjin finishes with everyone before he takes a seat and begins to eat. He’s excited to leave campus for a while. Perhaps he’ll see Jungkook pull this off or perhaps it’ll blow up in his face. Regardless, Seokjin couldn’t wait!

Jungkook chuckles as you try to take his piece of chocolate. He dangles it over your mouth teasingly, pretending to drop it in your mouth only to kiss you. 

Giggling, you kiss him again, pausing to take the chocolate from his fingers. Laughing, Jungkook grabs another piece of chocolate and you repeat your actions. 

It’s sickeningly sweet to watch, but Seokjin and Namjoon think the two of you are ready to fool Jungkook’s family. After all, an apartment hangs on the line and that would be wonderful for Jungkook. He wouldn’t have to worry about paying rent for a long, long time.

Once the first movie is over, Yoongi speaks up. 

“I’ve done what I could to disguise your feeds. I’ve added a few photos to older posts and made stories of you two throughout the week,” Yoongi explains as you all go to Instagram to check Jungkook’s page. 

“The story is simple. It’s easier to remember lies based on truth. Jungkook met his girl through Jimin. They became friends and started dating in July over summer break. Your anniversary is July 14th, so you’ll need to post a five-month picture today. I’ll take care of it with Tae.” Yoongi points to Tae, who nods and hands over his camera. 

“Sounds simple enough,” Namjoon agrees. He didn’t doubt the two of you could pull this off. All you had to do was get through the holidays and you’d have a lot of free time to explore the town with your friends. 

“Seokjin and Jimin will be around to help curve questions you can't answer. Namjoon will pop in when possible to draw attention away from you for a bit,” Yoongi continues. 

“The Jeons love me,” Namjoon beams as Jungkook scoffs. 

“They love me more,” he pours. 

Namjoon cackles. “Let’s call Momma Jeon and ask.”

“No!” Jungkook protests as Namjoon giggles.

“Thought so!”

“Can we get back to scheming?” Hoseok asks as he muffles a yawn. 

“Sorry,” Namjoon and Jungkook apologize.

“Hoseok will stop by closer to the new year and Tae will take photos. Once the apartment is Jungkook’s, we’ll let you guys be,” Yoongi finishes. 

“Sounds simple enough,” you comment as Jungkook wraps his arm around your shoulders. 

“Hands in,” Seokjin commands as he sticks his hand out in the middle of the group. He ignores the groans of everyone as they stick their hand one on top of the other. 

“Con Jungkook’s Grandma on three!” Seokjin exclaims. 

“Wait,” Jungkook protests but is ignored. 

“One. Two. Three!” Seokjin shouts.

“Con Jungkook’s Grandma!”

“I hate you.”

Saturday rolls around sooner than you’d think and nerves have begun to bubble from anxiety. You’ve dated a few people here and there in the past but never considered it serious enough to meet their parents. 

Despite it being a hoax, you wanted Jungkook’s parents to like you. These negative thoughts filled your head as the hours ticked by. 

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore and called Jungkook. 

“Mm,” he groans sleepily. For once it’s you that’s up at the ass crack of dawn, or 7 a.m. for you. 

“Jungkook,” worry laces your voice as you say his name. 

“What, baby?” He asks groggily as he pulls his white comforter over his chest. His shoulders are exposed and you nearly drool at the sight. 

“What if your parents hate me?” You blurt out as you bite on the nail of your thumb. 

Jungkook grunts in response, his eyes shut as he falls asleep once again. His soft snoring makes you relax before you say his name once again. 

“Baby?” He asks confused. The pet name makes your heart flutter and although you know it’s all part of the scheme, you love it regardless. He’s taken to calling you baby and darling as of late, and your heart swims at every term of endearment. 

“Jungkook,” you whine and he sits up, the comforter falling to his waist. 

Fuck, you nearly lose yourself in the expanse of his broad shoulders and tapered waist. You forget what you’ve even called him about as you feast on his body. 

Jungkook is unaware as he yawns and rubs his eyes. He looks at the clock on his wall and yawns again.

“Darling, it’s only 7 a.m. Why aren’t you asleep?” 

You’re eyeing his sleeve when he asks again. 

“Um, what if your parents hate me?” 

Jungkook brows furrow. “Why would they hate you? You’re my girl.”

You nearly scream at how casually he says it. When he smiles, it disarms you and you almost get off camera so you can squeal and kick your feet on the bed out of excitement. You’re in way too deep. 

“I just worry I’ll say or do something dumb. I’ve never met parents before,” you admit. Jungkook settles on his side as he pulls the covers upward once again. 

“You have nothing to worry about, baby. They’re all looking forward to meeting you. I’ll be right by your side through it all, I promise.”

Relief floods your chest. You believe him. 

“Why don’t you bring your stuff over later and we can have one last study session? We can head out together in the afternoon with everyone,” Jungkook suggests. He hates how you’re second-guessing yourself. Of course, his family would adore you. 

“Like a sleepover?” You question. 

“Yes,” Jungkook nods. “That way, you won’t be alone on campus.”

“Sure,” you agree. “That sounds great.”

“Get some more sleep, darling. I’ll be over around 3 p.m. to pick you up. Hoseok should be there at noon.” Jungkook reminds you. 

“Okay,” you smile brightly. “See you then.”

“Later, babe,” Jungkook says before hanging up and snuggling back into bed. His eyes flutter shut as sleep consumes him, eyes popping open when he realizes he’s asked you to stay over. 

Hoseok arrives in a whirlwind. He hugs you hello and gets right down to business. Your suitcase is open on your bed and a few minutes later, Jimin is at your door. 

“Ah, I see he’s here already,” Jimin grins as he sits on your desk chair. 

“Shush, I’m working,” Hoseok huffs as he pulls items from your closet and labels them according to the Polaroids on the bed. 

You watch him silently beside Jimin, who wraps his arms around your waist. He muffles a yawn into your side. 

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Jimin asks as he releases you. 

“A little nervous,” you admit. “I talked to Jungkook though, and he assured me I have nothing to worry about.”

Jimin nods. “The Jeons will love you. They’re very sweet.”

“They’ll probably try to stuff you full of food on arrival.” Hoseok chuckles as he grabs your shoes. “Make sure you wear your winter coat. Jungkook has a matching one and he’ll pack the gifts in his bags so we can pack your make-up too.”

“Everyone is taking this so seriously,” you comment and Jimin smiles. 

“There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other,” he says. 

Hoseok nods. “You too. You’re one of us now.”

Tears spring to the corner of your eyes. You swallow the knot in your throat, ignoring the fire that burns within. 

“Thank you,” you finally say as Hoseok zips up your bag and places it by the door. 

“I’ve got to go home and pack, but I will see you all soon enough. Text me updates,” he tells the both of you. He hugs Jimin first and then you.

“Send me pictures of your outfits daily,” he instructs. 

“I will,” you assure him.

“And let me know if there’s a change in plans. I can mix and match backups. You’ll probably have pajamas given to you as a gift, but I’ve included some lounge clothes just in case and Jungkook has some too if you wanna wear his.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought of it.”

Hoseok winks. “Just a thought.”

With that, Hoseok takes his leave.

Jimin grins. “Sooooo…. Jungkook says you’re staying at his place tonight.”

“How do you know that?”

“He texted the group chat. Claimed it was easier than coming to campus,” Jimin raises a brow. The campus had already been deserted except for a handful of people leaving tonight or tomorrow. 

“Shush,” you stick your tongue out at him as he makes kissy noises at you. “You’re really insufferable, huh?”

“You wouldn’t love me any other way!”

~

Heaving your bag over the threshold, Jungkook grunts as he sets it down by the door. You follow him, thanking him by kissing his cheek. 

Jungkook hides his blush behind his sweater paws. 

The two of you head to the kitchen, where Jungkook stirs the food in the pot that sits on the stove. 

“Need any help?” You ask as you step beside him, your arms going around his waist. He grins, patting your hand as he stirs one more time. 

“No, baby. I’ve got it.” he kisses your head as he moves with you in tow to grab two bowls. He hands them to you and you place them on the counter beside him. 

Jungkook fills the bowls with stew, carefully carrying them to the island where you take a seat on a stool. Jungkook gets some utensils and drinks before setting the side dishes on the tabletop. 

“Oh, let me help,” Jungkook says as you reach for a perilla leaf. You giggle as he helps you pull them apart. 

“You know, Jimin helped me last time,” you tease. Jimin had filled you in on their little debate before Thanksgiving, and you wanted to tease him a little.

Like clockwork, Jungkook pouts. “He did not!”

“He did!” You giggle as he shakes his head. His cheeks are rosy pink as he grows flustered. 

“But-but you’re my girlfriend,” Jungkook whines and you laugh. You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his pouty lips. 

“I’m just kidding, Koo. Jimin said it’d be funny to tease you a little,” you chuckle as you kiss him once more. 

Jungkook exhales dramatically with relief. “Thank god.”

The rest of the evening passes with you cuddled on the couch as the temperature drops outside. Jungkook warmed a blanket for you, wrapped you up tightly, and cuddled you as you watched some Christmas movies. 

Your hands are laced under all the blankets, his thumb brushing over your hand absentmindedly. He could get used to this. He tries not to think about this ending. He wants to hold you just like this for as long as possible. 

Several yawns escape you at the end of the third movie. Jungkook herds you to bed, rolling your suitcase to his room. You grab your pajamas and head to his bathroom to change and do your nighttime skin care. 

You frown when you step out of the bathroom with your shirt soaked through.

“Had some trouble?” Jungkook stifles a laugh as you glare at him. 

Like a good (fake) boyfriend, Jungkook opens a drawer and pulls out one of his oversized tees. He hands it to you and you resist the urge to sniff it. It smells of his cologne and fabric softener.

Okay, you take a huge sniff in the privacy of the bathroom, but only one!

“Do you need anything?” Jungkook asks as you appear in his bedroom. 

“Nope! I’ll head to the couch,” you say and Jungkook shakes his head. 

“Take the bed. I’ll take the couch,” he says as he grabs a change of clothes. 

“I’m not taking your bed. I don’t mind,” you insist and Jungkook shakes his head, shutting the bedroom door to leave you in his room. 

You huff, stomping your foot. “I’m gonna read your diary!”

Jungkook cackles from the hallway. “I brought it with me, babe!”

You curse under your breath as you climb into his bed. You cross your arms over the covers and sigh. 

The bed was comfy, and he had a mountain of pillows and a few Squishmellows. How cute! 

You didn’t want to snoop, but you couldn’t help but look around the room. A Hello Kitty doll sat on the recliner opposite the bed and a cute purple bat sat beside it. 

Maybe you could take Jungkook to Build-A-Bear for a date. You could record each other’s voices in your stuffed animals. 

Wait, he’s not actually your boyfriend. Do friends do stuff like that platonically? Would you be crossing a line?

You frown. You hated this murky feeling of yes but no. You wish the circumstances were different. You had a crush before you really knew Jungkook and now, after spending time with him and getting to know him more, your feelings had only grown. 

How could you tell him when it was just a ploy? There’s no way he’d accept your feelings. Would he even want to see you once this was said and done? Probably not.

“Jingle all the way!!!” Seokjin belted from the driver’s seat. Jungkook cringed as he raised the volume of his earbuds while you giggled beside him. 

Jimin sat in the front seat, shaking his head and regretting coming in this car. 

Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung had gone ahead in another car after dropping off Hoseok at the train station bright and early. 

It had been Seokjin who had picked you and Jungkook up this morning with a thermos of hot chocolate and mini muffins. 

Jimin had tried to warn you that Seokjin was feeling festive. Whatever that meant. 

It wasn’t until you climbed in the backseat beside Jungkook that you realized.  

Seokjin had a playlist named, “Ten Hours of Christmas Joy.” You nearly sobbed at his dramatic and chaotic rendition of Holy Night. And not in a good way. 

You were grateful the drive was only two hours, otherwise you would have jumped out of the car the moment Feliz Navidad came on. You didn’t think one of your favorite songs could be sung so badly. Your ears are still ringing. 

“You just don’t know how to have fun,” Seokjin states as he taps his fingers on the steering wheel. Jimin had finally taken control of the stereo, lowering the volume to a more reasonable level. 

“We can have fun and spare our ears,” Jimin huffs as he plays something other than Jin’s music. 

Seokjin scowls but doesn’t put up a fight. There was no point when he was outnumbered.

Silence filled the backseat despite the shenanigans up front. Jungkook stroked his thumb over yours, trying to calm your nerves. Against your better judgment, you were nervous. It felt like there was a dragon in your chest trying to make its escape, and the fluttering of its wings moved in tandem with the beating of your heart. 

Like a good boyfriend, Jungkook has tried to ease your nerves by distracting you. He’d packed all your favorite snacks and drinks for the ride and even got you a book of word searches to do. He even made a special playlist for both of you to listen to because he knew what it was like to travel with Jin. 

However, his distractions only worked for the first hour and a half, and as his town grew closer, your nerves bubbled once again. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” he whispers as he pats your thigh. You nod, biting your lip in worry. 

Jungkook is careful with his movement as he gently pulls on your lip until you release it. You smile shyly at him and he grins. A quick kiss is pressed to your lips before he squeezes your thigh. 

“It’ll be okay. I’ll be with you and if it’s too much, you can go to Jimin’s and I’ll explain everything, okay?” Jungkook asks with a raised brow and you become distracted by the cute mole beneath his lip. Perhaps you’d kiss it next time, make a path down to the mole on his neck, and leave your mark beside it to show he’s yours and only yours. 

Your thighs press together as your breath grows heavy. Jungkook’s intense gaze renders you powerless and forgetful and you do nothing but nod. 

You have no clue what he’s just said.

Jungkook quirks his head as he says your name to get your attention. Once he’s sure you’re back on earth, he smiles cutely and repeats himself. 

“Thanks,” you murmur as you squeeze his hand in a last attempt to rid your nerves. They settle for a while until Seokjin pulls into a driveway and announces your arrival. 

“We’ll be around tomorrow,” Jimin assured you as he helped Jungkook get your bags out of the trunk. “But I’m right across the street if you need an escape.” 

Jimin points to the house directly across from Jungkook’s and beside his home, Namjoon is heading into the one beside it. Taehyung rolls his suitcase toward the house beside Namjoon’s on the corner of the block. 

“Yoongi and Seokjin live a few blocks away,” Jungkook says as he grabs the handle of your suitcase. “So you have options.”

Seokjin grins, draping his arm over your shoulder. “We’ll be around. Trust me, nothing can keep us away from Mrs. Jeon.”

Jungkook glares at his friend. 

“You didn’t let me finish,” Seokjin chuckles. “Nothing can keep us away from Mrs. Jeon’s cooking.”

Jungkook huffs but turns to wheel the suitcases up the driveway. 

When Seokjin is sure Jungkook won’t turn around, he makes the shape of a curvy body with his hands. 

Jimin cackles as he shoves Seokjin. “Shut up!”

“You’ll be fine,” Seokjin says with a laugh. “The Jeons are very welcoming. But they will try to feed you every second of the day, so I hope you brought stretchy pants.”

Seokjin kisses your cheek before he gets back into the car. He waves as he pulls out of the driveway and heads to his home. 

Jimin watches him go, offering you one last hug. “Text me if you need rescuing. I’ll be over before you can blink.”

“Thanks, Min,” you hug him tight, waving at Joon and Tae before you walk up the driveway where Jungkook waits. 

The home is decked out with Christmas lights and light-up reindeer. A huge pine tree is decked out in lights and ornaments and a snowman lays uninflated on the grass. 

“Ready?” Jungkook asks as he laces your fingers together. 

You inhale and exhale deeply staring at the white front door with the giant wreath hanging from it. 

“Let’s do this.” You say firmly, more so for yourself than anything. 

Jungkook smiles warmly as he opens the front door and steps inside with you in tow. 

“Welcome to Christmas with The Jeons.”

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gimme all the angst!!! So excited for this 🙌 😍

I Want You to Stay (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut

Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk that’s probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)

Word count: TBD

Status: Coming soon!

Series summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

Inspiration: Stay by Mikky Ekko

A/N: Hiii I am BAAACK! 🫡 This story is finally seeing the light of day after 3 years. I feel a little rusty, especially this being my first new JK series in 1.5 years! But it's also been a bit rough getting back into writing (and in Tumblr) after so long and after the year that was, so there won't be a schedule for chapter releases and I'll probably be a lot slower than usual. I wasn't sure if I was gonna go back to writing but I realized that I've missed interacting with you guys and screaming about stories so I do hope you give this some love. Fair warning that it's a really slow burn and some scenes are reminiscent of k-dramas. There are also sensitive and triggering topics so please proceed with caution!

And lastly, my biggest love and deepest gratitude to @wonwoonlight who's been the sweetest and loveliest person to talk to about everything, including this story. 🫶🏼 I give her credit for her amazing photos of Seoul (check moodboard) and for being the playlist manager. Please send her love as well!💕

Season 1 -> Playlist 🎶: on the way home

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Season 2 (??)

#jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you

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million dollar darling | jeon jungkook

summary: jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.

➣ genre/au: jungkook x model!reader [she/her, female anatomy], old money au, smut, plot [soft on the e2l/f2l tropes]

[loosely inspired by ‘crazy rich asians’ movie/book by kevin kwan]

➣19.7k words

warnings: heavy plot. smut. model oc. jk is a wander but he’s really just a rich guy in disguise. oc and jk got heavy tension but good banter. oc is kinda snotty but not really? namjoon x oc [not y/n]. rich, old money snotty bts. sex on a yacht. teasing. foreplay. oral [f and m receiving]. jk goes to town on oc. cunnilingus. unprotected. missionary. oc on top. jk is tatted up in a polo. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk while he’s on the phone with hobi 😭. jk’s villain arc as he slowly turns back into a cocky rich boy hehe. jk gets sex flashbacks at dolce and gabbana

“Come on, it’s my wedding and I want you as my best man. Do it for your best friend.”

The sky had been clear when he landed, a bright blue cloudless sky that resembled the clarity of the sea he had left behind. The air already seemed stiffer and the bleakness of the airport brought his mood down almost immediately.

The only thing to make him somewhat happy to be home was the sight of the person in front of him, a huge grin on his face as he saw him. The man was dressed casual in a pair of sweats and a hoodie but the small details of his watch matched with the luxury car parked outside brought unwelcome attention to Jungkook when people stared.

“I was worried you bailed last minute,” Namjoon said with a grin as he pulled him into a hug, “It’s good to see you.”

“I wouldn’t,” Jungkook reached into the pocket of his oversized black hoodie and slid his face mask off, taking a cigarette and lighting it once they were outside the airport, “It’s been too long without seeing your beautiful face.”

“Yeah, don’t tell Yeonwoo, but I’d marry you if you weren’t such a man,” Namjoon joked, playfully flirting which Jungkook just laughed off.

“Too bad you’re not my type,” Jungkook patted his shoulder apologetically, “Besides, where is the bride?”

“Getting her hair done for tonight,” Namjoon said as they got into a Bentley Mulssane, “Also, please drive, I’m scared.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook scoffed, taking the keys anyway, “If you hate driving so much why buy an expensive car?”

“Yeonwoo liked the color,” Namjoon said as he got in the passenger’s seat of his own car, “Are you staying with your parents? I could still find you an apartment.”

“For a week? Don’t bother, I’m staying at a hotel,” Jungkook said, turning the engine on and driving out.

Namjoon sighed, “So you really are leaving again?”

“Was there ever a doubt I was?” Jungkook asked in surprise.

“Duh, kid. We miss you, you rarely call, you never visit, you barely respond and we know nothing that goes on with you,” Namjoon said, “I thought once you got your fill of life experiences, you’d come back.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything at that, sniffling uncomfortably as he tried switching the subject, “So, who’s my partner?”

This time Namjoon was the one to freeze up, staring out the window with sunglasses on and his jaw locked. With a shy smile, he asked, “Are you gonna bring a date?”

His brows furrowed as he looked at his friend, “Who’s the Maid of Honor?”

Namjoon released a nervous laugh, “Y/n L/n.”

The silence in the car was loud and from the way Jungkook’s jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed, it was easy to see he wasn’t happy about that. You? You were the Maid of Honor and his partner down the aisle?

“You know, her and Yeonwoo are close and Yeonwoo’s always thinking about who looks the best next to her on camera and obviously she’s gonna choose the runway model but listen,” Namjoon could barely catch a breath, “Y/n’s matured more now and she’s going to be there tonight so please be on your best behavior.”

“Tonight? What’s tonight?” Jungkook’s tone was sharper now and Namjoon huffed in annoyance.

“The rehearsal dinner on the pier, it was all in the catalog I sent you,” Namjoon said, “It’s for press. Our parents want to get it on Forbes and Vogue, they want to make it the Wedding of the Year.”

They both laughed at that and Jungkook sighed, “So there’s gonna be cameras?”

“Yeah but don’t worry they won’t focus on you,” Namjoon said with a smirk, “The attention’s going on me.”

When Jungkook pulled up to the hotel he would be staying at for the week, Namjoon left him to settle in with a promise that he would make it tonight so he had no choice not to. A letter from a close friend was sitting on the coffee table and he set his things down to get it.

It was a big envelope with a card and a few things rattling inside that made him curious. Jungkook turned the envelope down so the contents would fall onto his palm and a roll of condoms slipped out.

‘Welcome home buddy, enjoy the penthouse and may all your frustrations come undone — Jung Hoseok.’

The note itself made him scoff in disbelief. His womanizing friend making jokes before they’ve actually reunited. He left the things on the table and left to shower, doing what he could to make himself look presentable for tonight.

Tonight was the beginning of a soon-to-be hectic week of photoshoots, brunches, parties and finally the wedding. You were one of the ones front and center, never taking the limelight from the bride but carrying your own sense of grace that had people turning heads when you walked into a room—or in this case riverwalk.

You vowed to appear your best tonight and opted for a silk, powder blue Prada dress paired with Swarovski crystals on your neck. You did your part as Maid of Honor, directing all attention to your friend, polite smile and gentle assurance when needed in front of a crowd. Yeonwoo found it comical how well you fit into character when you need to.

“The perfect friend,” Yeonwoo joked as you dabbed smeared lip gloss from her lips, “What would I do without you?”

“Oh, I hope you never have to find out,” You said in a gentle voice that feigned innocence and longing. Yeonwoo laughed as she was called toward other people and you let her go as you found the nearest server holding a glass of champagne. You took a glass, turning toward the railing overlooking the shore, tipping your glass back and chugging as much of the drink as possible.

“So this is where the Maid of Honor will be spending her night?” A familiar deep voice spoke up from behind you and a mischievous smile grew on your face. You set the glass down, straightened your posture and turned to him with a soft gaze.

“Now you know that’s not fair, Joon, I’ve been with Yeonwoo most of the night,” you told him, already motioning for another server to give you a glass, completely ignoring the man standing beside him.

“I believe you, darling, now why don’t you come say hi to the Best Man,” Namjoon pushed Jungkook forward who just glared at him in response, “You remember Jeon Jungkook, right?”

“It’s been two years, not ten,” You said, finally looking at Jungkook with a glimmer of annoyance in your eyes, matched by his stare of unamusement.

“Alright well why don’t you two get reacquainted while I search for the gorgeous love of my life,” Namjoon said, making his escape as quick as possible.

“You counted?” Jungkook asked, taking just one step toward you, trying to stop his eyes from trailing down your figure.

“Of course,” You said sarcastically, “I’ve just missed you so.”

He couldn’t stop the roll of his eyes as he turned to the water, “You knew we were partners?”

“Obviously, I know everything,” you said with a scoff that had his tongue pressing against his cheek, clearly annoyed, “Like how you’re staying at one of the Jung’s hotels instead of home. How you plan on leaving still, where you landed, how long you’ve been her—“

“So you’re stalking me?” Jungkook asked, only half joking.

“Don’t you wish,” you laughed, “You’re all over the news.”

His smile dropped. When he had nothing to say, you grew bored and left him behind, making sure to lightly graze your fingers against his arm as you said, “And just remember, you’re the one who despises me, not the other way around.”

With that, you left without looking back and he was left watching the sway of your hips when you walked away.

Money rules the world, even when people want to say it doesn’t. The people who have it are living the dream and the ones who don’t, want the dream. It doesn’t even have to be the luxurious wonders of the world, it could be as little as financial stability or surviving. At the end of the day, it was a Rich Man’s world and this group of individuals were born lucky.

First, the groom: Kim Namjoon. The man with it all, the money, the family, the education, son of millionaires with three hospitals in their name and a line of pharmacies all across the globe.

The bride: soon-to-be, Kim Yeonwoo. The heiress to half a dozen airlines, an airport funded by her family for decades and a beautiful island in her name off the coast.

Kim Seokjin, practically a prince, generations worth of politicians, the highest education and a trust fund worth millions. He was the one you’ll see with the president or in Australia, golfing with men in charge.

Jung Hoseok, the hotel heir to a chain of ten thousand hotels across the globe. He was the one you’ll most likely catch partying in Venice with a princess whose name he couldn’t actually remember—or maybe giving a waitress the night of her life.

Min Yoongi, eldest son of an elite banking firm formed a hundred years ago. He was private about his life, similar to Jungkook, he only came out when he was summoned by one of the others.

Kim Taehyung was wild as Hoseok but more quiet about it. He’ll soon be heir of the billion dollar empire his family built in the Art world of museums and curations and performing arts.

Now, Jungkook’s story was a bit different from the others. His family worked in land development, most of the country being built on the backs of the Jeon’s who brought cities to rural areas and avoided the public’s eye.

They had the kind of old money that everyone knew, even when they tried to stay out of the news.

It was the kind of old money, people could never stop talking about and you understood what that meant most.

There was a mystery to the fortune of your family, it was old money, so old nobody knew where it came from. Some say oil, some claim aristocrats but it was too far back, and too private for any to know. All the public knew were the generous and loving philanthropists and their perfect daughter, the Nation’s Sweetheart, you.

You really were loved by all, the camera, the press, everyone. They all saw the kind, innocent girl in the public’s eye but only a few saw the snotty, spoiled and downright disrespectful side of you that was real.

Where Jungkook craved independence and isolation from his family name, you soaked in it. The attention. The money. The dependence, you were the complete opposite of him and it drew him insane.

One might ask why he was around you if he really did despise you, but for a long time it wasn’t up to him. The group didn’t all become friends one magical night when you compared your family’s net worth.

No, this bond had grown between galas, private academies, horse riding lessons at the country club and family businesses. It was a very elite, classist society where only the ultra rich could really only trust in each other and keep a country afloat off of it.

Do you think Namjoon would have been allowed to marry Yeonwoo if her parents weren’t as rich as they were?

Do you think Seokjin would have married his wife that he met at Oxford if her family hadn’t been international shipping magnates?

It was like a spider web, they were all connected in some way, all controlled and that’s what Jungkook hated.

He loved his friends, truly, but he hated the control. Not a single one of them had real freedom and every little thing they did came with a price and he couldn’t live that way anymore. He understood his own privilege and how lucky he was to grow up in such a way but he knew there was more to life than just that. When he left home for the first time, he didn’t expect to feel so free. It was like a sense of independence he’s not sure any of his friends have felt and now that he’s back he’s reminded once again of how suffocating it all is.

There had to be at least a hundred guests in attendance tonight and he couldn’t find a moment of silence. The suit he wore felt uncomfortable and he hated the way it seemed to confine him, make him more rigid and stiff.

“Please Jungkook, I was only being funny. Did it bother you that much?” Hoseok asked with a tinge of mischief in his voice.

“No,” Jungkook shrugged as he looked around the banquet hall, “I just found it unnecessary.”

“Really? I would’ve assumed the opposite considering you’ll be spending a lot of time with Y/n this week,” Taehyung said with a shrug as the three of them stood off to the side, talking amongst themselves as the guests of the charity banquet focused on your parents who stood on stage making some speech about the importance of giving.

As if on cue, the spotlight turned toward you where you smiled politely and acted shyly for the cameras.

A scoff left his lips as he pulled his gaze away from you, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hoseok chuckled, “Oh come on man, everyone knows you have a thing for her—you’re really bad at hiding it.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook stepped away from his friends, “You guys don’t know anything.”

He didn’t have a thing for you.

Sure, you’ve known each other for a long time but that means nothing. He’s known them all for a long time and if anything he's made his distaste toward you pretty evident. When you were younger it was only because you were so spoiled and the attention had to always be on you. He hated watching everyone fall for your sweetness and do whatever you asked of them. He almost fell for it himself a couple times but then he would see the way you judged or looked down on people and he just despised you more.

There’s nothing about you that attracts him aside from your looks…

Tonight you were dressed more modestly in a Chanel sweater and skirt set that looked like you would soon be relaxing at the country club. You wore a black headband with a bow on it and satin gloves, looking as polite as ever while you talked to anyone who approached you.

You were the perfect, doting daughter and anyone with eyes could see that.

“So how mad are you?” Yeonwoo asked once you had settled back in your chair next to her and Namjoon. Even Namjoon seemed to listen in on the question, waiting to hear what you would say.

“What do I have to be mad at?” You asked with a tight smile as you reached toward her to fix a slight smudge on her cheek, “ Jungkook?”

“Well, we know you have some sort of disliking toward each other but…” Yeonwoo bit her lip nervously, “Joonie and Jungkook are really close.”

“We know you two don’t like each other but you should have expected this, right?” Namjoon chuckled nervously, “You’re both our best friends and…”

“Am I saying anything?” You asked.

They shared a look with each other, “I guess not.”

You smiled, “Okay, then let’s just make sure everything runs smoothly this week.”

You did in fact feel a type of way about Jeon Jungkook but you weren’t going to admit that right now surrounded by so many people always lingering around trying to listen. You’ve learned to be very careful about how you act in public and there’s no way your friends will get you to act out by asking about him.

Jungkook was not someone you wished to exhort so much energy on. He wasn’t worth anything to you and despite how many years you’ve known him, you’ve never wished to get to know him. You don’t care where he goes when he’s not home or who he talks to, nor what he does. He doesn’t cross your mind at all through your normal day to day and you surely weren’t going to let him in this week. All he has going for him is his money and his looks.

Ever since you learned he would be the Best Man you thought about what that would mean and accepted that he would be the one to walk with you down the aisle. Despite not being happy about it, you managed to hide your resentment quite well.

You know how he feels about you and over time that’s made you develop a disliking toward him which you find only fair. He might dislike you for being spoiled but you dislike him for being so entitled.

For some reason, he thinks distancing himself from this life means he’s better than everyone else and you hate that. He thinks that by moving away and making his own money suddenly makes him different than the rest of you but that’s not true. He just wants to act like he’s self made so he can feel superior to all of you trust fund babies and that is what annoyed you.

After some time third wheeling, you were getting tired and slightly annoyed watching the couple act lovey dovey. You hated couples, they grossed you out even if they were your best friends.

“Mind if I keep you company? You look like you need it.”

With a furrow in your brows, you turned to face the person who felt the need to whisper in your ear and get close to you without permission. A smile spread across your lips at the man standing directly behind you, his arm draping over your front and hugging you.

“Hello, darling, I’ve missed you,” Jimin’s voice was soft yet sultry and you gave each other kisses on the cheek in greeting as he moved to the empty seat beside you.

“I didn’t realize you were back,” You said to him, “How was Paris?”

He released a sigh, “Oh the usual, shopping… a few events here and there.”

“Mhm, and when’d you get back?” You asked, now intrigued by his presence.

“Just last night. I was planning on visiting you earlier but things came up,” Jimin said, adjusting the Swiss watch on his wrist, admiring the shine, “What has happened since I was gone?”

“Oh God, he’s back,” Hoseok rolled his eyes from across the room, “I ran into him in Marseille the other day and the guy wanted to act like he didn’t know me.”

“He’s been insufferable since Uni,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, “I don’t understand why Y/n puts up with him.”

“Who?” Jungkook asked, only half curious. He hadn’t been paying attention until he heard your name and his reason for hearing it was purely coincidental.

“Park Jimin,” Hoseok clarified, making Jungkook look closer at the man who sat very close to you, making you smile and touch his arms when you spoke.

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” Jungkook seemed indifferent as he looked down at his glass of champagne, trying to resist the urge to look back at you.

“Not at all,” Taehyung said, “He’s just some guy we went to Uni with here. I don’t know how he met Y/n though, probably at some shitty party but he’s nobody that matters.”

Well… Park Jimin was the son of starlets. His great grandmother, his grandmother was an actress, his mother was an actress and he’s been in a few independent films here and there. He spends most of his time sailing on yachts or speaking of the Cannes Film Festival. He’s insanely rich, but he’s still not rich enough despite his accumulated generational wealth.

Unlike Jungkook’s wealth which held actual value especially in real estate, Jimin’s just didn’t compare to his or any of his friends for that matter. So why did you seem captivated by him?

He is aware he shouldn’t think this way, it’s only him reverting back to his old self which was all arrogance and entitlement. He shouldn’t think about how much wealthier he was compared to Jimin.

Unfortunately, Jungkook couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from the pair as he tipped his champagne glass back, liquid pouring down his throat.

“Do you think she’ll take him to the wedding? I doubt Namjoon or Yeonwoo would ever invite him themselves,” Hoseok said and the three seemed like a group of gossips, the way they huddled around each other.

In Jungkook’s defense, he was barely listening to his friends. He was too busy watching the interaction happening not far from where he stood, eyes narrowed trying to understand what was happening.

First, he didn’t like you. He found you unbearable and you were the epitome of everything he hated about the High Society he had been raised in.

Second, he was only looking because you were next to his best friends. Maybe he wanted to see how in love Namjoon and Yeonwoo were but he couldn’t see because of you and your… friend.

Third, he wanted to know how you managed to stand out in your outfit despite the room being filled with people in extravagant clothes.

“I’m not sure, actually, rumors say she might,” Taehyung said and Jungkook couldn’t help but look over.

“What?”

“We’re just wondering if the Maid of Honor would bring her little boy toy to the wedding,” Hoseok said, looking at Jungkook as his jaw tensed, “What do you think?”

“I don’t care if Y/n brings anyone, we’re just dates for the pictures and ceremony,” Jungkook said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“So are you going to take a date too then?” Taehyung asked.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as a server came around holding a tray of champagne glasses and he switched his empty one out for a full one. He didn’t bother to look back at his friends as he began walking away, “I’ll be back.”

“It’s so hard for him to act like he doesn’t care.”

“Kook! Come here, man,” Namjoon said with a wide grin as he saw his best friend walking by them. Jungkook didn’t bother glancing down at you as he greeted his friend.

“Kooky, I haven’t seen you all night,” Yeonwoo stood up to hug him, “Please don’t seduce my future husband, everyone has already RSVP’d.”

“Oh Yeonie,” Jungkook softly caressed her cheek, tipping her chin up to look at him, “If I wanted him, I would have had him by now.”

“Joon!” Yeonwoo whined clinging to Namjoon who just winked at Jungkook, further amplifying his fiancé’s feigned sobs. Jungkook smiled watching her squirm and without him meaning to, he let his gaze fall toward you.

“Y/n.”

You met his intense stare with your own and you could hear Jimin say he was going to get a drink but you didn’t look at him. You looked down at what Jungkook was wearing—a plain black Prada suit, how boring. “Jungkook.”

“Is that who you’re bringing to the wedding?” Jungkook asked, looking back at the infamous Park Jimin who stood with Taehyung and Hoseok, all three of them pretending to enjoy each other’s company.

“Maybe, we do get along very well,” you said with a sly smile as you stood up, not yet reaching Jungkook’s height but he didn’t intimidate you, “Is that a problem?

“No,” Jungkook said, voice low and deep, “I was just curious.”

“And why were you curious?” You asked, a mocking tone in your voice that he didn’t like, “Do tell me, how often are you curious about what I do?”

A scoff left his lips as he looked away from you first, “It was just a question, don’t get ahead of yourself and think you matter to me more than you do.”

An evident pout appeared on your lips and for a second his expression changed with worry but the moment was fleeting. You just laughed [giggled, actually] and with a gentle touch to his arm, said, “No need to lie to yourself.”

His eyes narrowed, anger bubbling up inside him when he heard a shutter of cameras going off, flash in his face and without thinking, he took your hand in his and left.

“If you plan on kidnapping me, it won’t work,” You said teasingly as you left to some dark corner behind large pillars.

“I’m not going to put up with a week of your games,” Jungkook said as he let go of your hand, missing the way your eyes fell to the black ink on his knuckles—something you had never noticed before, not even on the yacht when it was dark out.

“Then stop playing into them,” you said with a laugh, “If I drive you crazy, why bother talking to me at all? I think we’re both very capable of ignoring each other enough to not have to say a single word.”

“What I mean is, you can put on this act of yours for the cameras but don’t drag me into it,” Jungkook told you, ignoring the idea you had thrown out there. He was referring to your strange smiles and touches you give him when in the public.

“I’m not dragging you into anything,” You rolled your eyes, “And you seem to forget all eyes have been on you since you got back—heir to the Jeon Corporation. What do you think people will say when they find out you dragged me out here all alone? The Big, Bad & Rebellious Jeon Jungkook and The Nation’s Sweetheart, me.”

His eyes shut with a hint of anger that he tried to subdue, “Sweetheart?”

“That’s what I said,” you smiled sweetly to prove your point making him scoff.

“You’re not a sweetheart, you’re a spoiled brat,” Jungkook said, looking down at you in your pretty clothes with your pretty jewelry and your pretty face.

“Nice of you to finally notice,” you said bitterly and with a roll of your eyes, you pushed into his shoulder on purpose as you walked past him, “But we’re all the same, aren’t we? Just some of us like to act all high and mighty because you leave home craving independence, ignoring your privilege to seem like better people.”

Jungkook felt the jab of your words but he let you walk past him without a rebuttal.

With a sense of frustration, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to collect himself to rejoin High Society and finish the night with his head held high.

When Jungkook left his hotel the day of the Bachelor Party, he hadn’t been sure what to expect. Hoseok had done most of the planning for it since he had been abroad and when it comes to Hobi, you never know what to expect. It was almost two days of festivities and it was only toward the end that everyone would separate into their respective groups. That meant that once again he was forced into the same place as you.

The yacht sailed toward the private island the events would be at and as big as it was, he couldn’t escape you. There were the main group of friends that were always together and a few added guests, mostly Yeonwoo’s friends. Hoseok had already been hyping up the party tonight more than anything and everytime Namjoon would grow more worried. He didn’t need a big party thrown by his notorious womanizing friend.

“So what do the girls have planned?” Jungkook asked Namjoon as they sat at a table, looking at everyone aboard. Some people wore little clothing, others casual clothes, you wore something in between. It was casual yet attractive.

“ I don’t know, something probably calmer than what Hobi’s got for us,” Namjoon said but his friend had tuned him out after the first part, “Y/n planned it all and leant us the Yacht for the guests.”

“The yacht?” Jungkook asked, looking around at the luxury super yacht.

“14.7 million dollar yacht for Y/n’s birthday last year,” Namjoon explained to Jungkook, “She wanted a Booze Cruise.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but scoff, “So Y/n got a yacht?”

“It comes in handy, doesn’t it?” A soft voice spoke from behind him and his breath hitched. You looked over to Namjoon, “Yeonie is looking for you.”

“The wife calls,” Namjoon said with a cheesy smile as he left you two behind.

“So, are you ready to go party with Hobi tonight?” You asked with a laugh, “I heard he’s got some former Miss Universe models coming in.”

“Oh, fun,” Jungkook said, slightly sarcastic.

“Kook, you’re not old enough to not like partying with models,” You teased making him look over at you. For a moment he wondered if what you said had a double meaning considering you were a model but he didn’t want to speak up about it.

“I’m sorry, I’m not a party animal,” Jungkook said truthfully, only a hint of joking as he looked around at the packed floor, “I think even this is too much.”

“Wow, how could you be a former Socialite if you don’t like partying?” You asked, “Is it all that time in the jungle or desert you spent alone that changed you?”

Jungkook could hear the sarcasm in your tone but he knew it wasn’t in an offensive way. He had backpacked to a small village in Indonesia for a few weeks before leaving to Nevada or Dubai—and he hated that you knew it all. He enjoyed traveling alone and experiencing things alone; he doesn’t need parties with too loud of music or too many drunks. He’s like Namjoon, they want to celebrate with their small group of friends rather than a party full of strangers who don’t even know what the occasion is.

“It might’ve,” Jungkook said, clearing his throat and checked the time.

You didn’t say much else after that and he got the impression that you grew bored talking to him. He looked at you still waiting to see if you would say something else but instead, you just looked off into the distance, not bothering to hide the sudden boredom you must have felt.

He’s sure he could have found something else to say to you but it was no use when he could see you beginning to slip away when you looked down at your cellphone with a bright smile. You didn’t utter out a goodbye as you left him behind to answer your phone, “Chimmy, I’ve missed you. How’s Morocco?”

“Warm,” Jimin said, “I’ve just finished a shoot and I believe I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Oh I won’t be home, remember?” You said as the final thing Jungkook was able to hear from you before you walked away.

Jungkook couldn’t help but look after you, thinking about who might’ve called you and how things were handled and he had to be honest, he was curious. He wasn’t attracted to you but he found you attractive… He thought you were charming and charismatic but not enough for him to want you, maybe…

The two of you just seem so different. He’s seen as the Black Sheep of the group, not because he’s not wealthy or attractive but because his past decisions have apparently been awful ones.

He was never one for parties so he wasn’t wild and defiant. He did make a declaration to leave all the money behind and pursue his dreams—something rich people were not allowed to do. Especially not if you were next in line to inherit it all like Jungkook was.

You are more free than he is and yet you like being in your bubble. You like the glamor and the responsibilities because unlike him, you know how to play both sides. Do your parents care that you’re out wasted at European raves or sailing on your yacht with a foreign prince? No, why? Because you know how to act like the innocent, perfect princess you’re supposed to be.

Jungkook can’t pretend that well. He can’t hide his tattoos or piercings or signs of nonconformity.

So, yes, he finds you attractive but he can’t let himself fall for you when he thinks you’re too different from each other. It just doesn’t stop his brain from thinking about you though.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked Taehyung who had been sandwiched between two women he couldn’t name.

Taehyung, evidently drunk, shook his head no, “Are you ready to confess your undying love for her?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, scoffing as he said, “Fuck off.”

All Taehyung did was laugh, making the girls he had his arms around laugh too and Jungkook left feeling annoyed. He was just curious to know where you were, that’s all. Namjoon and Yeonwoo are busy making their rounds, greeting and thanking everyone on the boat and his other friends were off doing their own things. He’s already spent too much time sulking by the railing, staring down at the dark blue water that he can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t want to drink to the point that he’s drunk so really, his last hope is you.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked as he went to the rooftop where Hoseok was sitting in a hot tub full of strangers. Hoseok looked like such an asshole [something Jungkook had permission to say] with his designer sunglasses and Vacheron Constantin watch, just barely above the water surface.

Hoseok barely glanced his way as he said, “I don’t know, check downstairs.”

That was all Jungkook needed to know before he was heading down to find you. It took a while of asking any person he passed by, where you might be and through all this, he couldn’t remember why he was looking for you in the first place.

He had no idea where he was going, he just found himself walking down what felt like endless corridors of rooms, following the directions of whatever housekeeper he could find. The boat really was big, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this was a simple birthday present.

“Now, who do we have here?” You looked down the empty hallway toward the man in front of you. It pained you to see just how attractive Jeon Jungkook really was.

You have to admit, he really knows how to dress for occasions. The rare times he’s photographed in some news article, he’s dressed casually, clearly trying to hide from the public eye but now that he’s back it seems his fashion has picked up. He wore a striped black flannel Dolce & Gabbana shirt tucked into cream colored slacks, and matching velvet black slippers from their newest collection.

“I’m just… wandering,” Jungkook cleared his throat, whatever excuse he had made up earlier, completely out of mind, “What happened to your dress?”

A large red stain adorned the front of your pink dress from the chest down your torso. You looked down at the stain with a roll of your eyes, “Some stupid bitch worker. She’s off the boat tomorrow.”

Jungkook widened his eyes, feeling you brush past him and down the hall, “So you’re firing someone for spilling a drink?”

“Um, this is Valento? Do you know how hard it is to get rid of a stain like this?” You asked with a slight scoff as you went to the door straight at the end, pushing your key card in to open it, “It took the dry cleaners ages last time.”

“I didn’t take you as an Outfit Repeater to be worrying about things like that,” he stopped at the door, already looking around at what was evidently the master cabin. The water out the windows was a dark, midnight blue and it reflected into the room of silver and gray. It had a walk-in closet, and king sized bed with a view of the open water and a private deck. He didn’t dare go in and put himself in personal quarters with you.

You gasped, stopping your movements of rummaging through your closet to say, “I am an environmentalist.”

He couldn’t tell if you were being serious or not and he had to fight back a grin at how un-woke you sounded considering you were ruining the planet with a private yacht of this size.

You pulled out an off-white dress, a Jaquemus piece, ‘La Robe Artichaut’, “Ugh, after this week, I am firing a lot of people.”

“What happened this time?” Jungkook asked, leaning against the doorframe watching you, waiting for you to kick him out but you just went toward the windows overlooking the dark blue ocean. As much as you claimed to not get along, you talked like old friends.

You reached your hands toward your back, attempting to undo the back of your dress on your own, “I told my assistant not to pack anything close to white and she packs this dress? I swear people can’t do anything right.”

“If people ask just say you’re supposed to match me,” Jungkook said referring to his slacks, “Yeonie won’t be mad her Maid of Honor is wearing off-white.”

“I guess,” you sighed, letting go of your dress and not bothering to look back at him as you said, “Undo the back.”

Jungkook stood silently at the door, staring at you with dark eyes. The fabric of your dress was thin and soft to the touch—he could just tell with the way your figure had so effortlessly shaped the dress. It is a real pity you had to change out of it, he’ll admit that, but now he’s been asked—no, demanded—to help you to take it off.

He has no idea why you think you could just boss him around but this seems to have always been the case. The two of you were never close in the past but the very few times you would run into each other… as much as he hated it, there was always some sort of tension there.

With your back to him, you hadn’t seen the way he silently made his way across the room, shutting the door behind him as he went right to you. You could sense his presence behind you, see his reflection in the dark window and feel his rough fingers brush against your back.

“I meant to tell you, I like your shoes,” You said casually, his fingers beginning to work the knot that tied the ribbon of your dress, “My friend wore them in Paris just a week ago.”

“Friend?” Jungkook raised a brow curiously, his eyes trained slowly on the ribbon he was ever so slowly pulling loose. His gaze shifted to your reflection in the window as he pulled a little rougher than earlier, “Is this the one you’re always running off on the phone with?”

“You mean Park Jimin?” You asked, not bothering to react at all to his roughness or his speed, “Yes, him.”

You could feel Jungkook’s deep exhale as he pulled it as loose as he could while still being appropriate, “Are you seeing him?”

A mischievous smile couldn’t help but make its way to your face as you turned to face him, holding your arms around yourself modestly, “Is that what you wanted to talk about all along? You could have asked me earlier instead of spending who knows how long looking for me.”

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself agreeing with you, and with a tense jaw he asked again, “Well, are you?”

“I’m going to get changed,” you motioned toward the door, telling him to leave, “Unless you want to help me with that too.”

A scoff left his lips as he took a step back, annoyed that you wouldn’t just answer his question and annoyed he even cared enough to ask. What did it matter to Jungkook if you took a date? He wasn’t in a relationship with you and he barely considered you a friend.

When he wasn’t here and he was traveling, he was perfectly fine not knowing a thing about you aside from whatever article or magazine you appeared in. Why now that he returns and he sees how… glamorously beautiful you are, is he curious about you?

“And just so we’re clear, no, I’m not seeing Jimin,” You told him as he walked toward the door, stopping midway to listen to you, “Because I know it would make you jealous.”

To be honest, you didn’t think he would actually be jealous, it’s just a joke. Something about you just gets under Jungkook’s skin and it wants you to push his buttons that much more. As obvious as it was that he wasn’t at all amused by your sweetness, it was your arrogant charm that seemed to get him every time.

You knew you were beautiful, you knew you had every right to be arrogant and as much as Jungkook could deny he’s attracted to you at all, it’s very noticeable. You’ve never been told no a day in your life. You’ve never been rejected either and you know Jungkook wouldn’t dare reject you if you actually went for it.

Despite how vocal he is about his distaste toward you, you can’t help but still get giddy in his presence. You just want to rile him up and know that he’s attainable to you. You’ve always had a thing for him, he was an absolute gorgeous man and he was wealthy, extremely wealthy. He was educated and had class but at the same time he was rugged and intimidating. You’ve seen the small glimpses of ink on his knuckles and you just know that under all his long sleeves, he had more to show.

Whether you felt seriously for him or if you just figured it’s a spur of the moment situation, you want him.

“Jealous?” Jungkook attempted to scoff but the word caught in his throat with some truth to it, “Why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged, sliding the strap of your down your shoulder, “Because then you would have to share my attention with someone else.”

Jungkook knows he should leave. You had asked him to leave yet you kept going back and forth, and it was stopping him from doing so.

He should go.

He needs to go before he does or say something he’ll regret.

If he caves in to your taunts then he’ll be disappointed in himself, like part of him was allowing his return to his old lifestyle of luxury and privilege.

“Y/n, you always say things you don’t know,” Jungkook asked you with a deep voice that had you smiling, practically feeling him give in. His gaze was dark and there was no hiding the growing tension, “And you must think you’re real cute trying to act out now that we’re alone.”

“No, I know I am,” you said, not backing away from the eye contact. “And you know it too.”

“I don’t,” Jungkook loomed over you, eyes tracing down the curve of your nose and to the slight part in your lips, “I think… I think you’re…”

You blinked up at him, “Well say it, or are you too busy thinking about kissing me?”

An annoyed huff left his lips as one of his hands pulled you toward him at your waist and the other tilted your chin up until his lips were grazing over yours. You reached toward him, making the first real press of your mouths together and there was no use in acting like he hadn’t been in fact thinking about kissing you.

Jungkook let his eyes fall shut as yours did and he pulled you closer into his chest with the hand on your jaw sliding down toward the curve of your neck, making sure you didn’t pull away just yet. You kept up with the pace he had set of slow yet hungry kisses, pulling on your lips or letting his tongue slide against yours tenderly.

“Well?” You gasped feeling his soft lips kiss along your jaw, his soft black hair brushing against your face, a light scent of his shampoo or cologne that left you feeling intoxicated. The hand he had on your waist tightened at your words, pulling away with a quiet grunt, he looked you in the eye.

“Don’t ask me any more questions,” Jungkook groaned, the taste of your lips still on his tongue and there was a light sheen of gloss coating his lips from yours.

It’s shameful for him to admit how easy it was for you to break him down into every other man who seems to fall at your feet when given the chance. This is exactly what he didn’t want and now he’s pulling the godforsaken stained dress he undid and watching it slip down your body, revealing your naked form to his hungry eyes.

Above your bedroom was a deck filled with people celebrating the soon-to-be newlyweds while the Best Man and Maid of Honor are in the master cabin, half undressed, and stumbling onto the bed.

Jungkook was gentle but firm, he wasted no time popping the buttons of his shirt open, exposing the toned muscles of his body and the ink covering most of his arm. Your eyes scanned the markings, surprise and wonder evident on your face with how well he managed to hide how much he’s gotten done since he left.

“Surprised?” Jungkook asked, eyes low when your hands ran over his slacks, pulling at his belt and nails lightly scratching at his abdomen. His voice dripped with arousal when you sat up from beneath him, pressing light butterfly kisses to his abs and tattoos.

“You always surprise me,” You admitted, not as teasing as before but with a hint of playfulness still there. You looked up from his chest, the height of your sitting form and his standing one looked endless as he towered over you. “For instance, I didn’t think it would be this easy to get you in my bed.”

You kissed along his neck now, sitting on your knees to reach him better and nipping at his sensitive spots. His hand tightened around the neck of your head, not pulling your hair but definitely getting your eyes on his, “Why do your words sound so dirty when you say them so… “

Jungkook couldn’t even finish his sentence before succumbing to you once more and kissing your lips. With little force applied, he was laying you back down on the bed with his tattooed and muscular body just melting into yours effortlessly. With one hand on your neck and the other sliding down to the curve of your thigh, it felt like he was all over you.

“Let’s take this off you,” Jungkook murmured between kisses down your neck as he began to finally take off the ruined dress that had been in his way since you got him to undo it in the first place, “You’ve been teasing me with this since earlier.”

“Maybe because I wanted to see you get worked up,” you sighed as you made yourself comfortable on the king side bed, your body slowly unveiled to his hungry eyes. Once he had pulled the dress off you completely and threw it to the side, sitting up between your spread legs and staring.

Jungkook didn’t bother with discreteness as he eyed down your naked body still in shock that he was seeing it before him. Your breasts were on full display and the only piece of fabric hiding you was a thin lace underwear that felt so nimble and soft under his fingertips, so easy for him to just tear off of you. You looked gorgeous laying so pliantly underneath him and he couldn’t help but let his hands slide down from your bent knees to your inner thighs.

“Did it work?” You asked just above a whisper as he hovered over you, leaving needy kisses between your breasts while he tugged at the hem of your panties until he was sliding them down your legs.

“It really fucking worked,” Jungkook groaned as he cupped your boobs in his hands, letting his tongue lick at your pert nipples and feeling the way they stiffened underneath him. Your hands went to his hair, legs nearly wrapping around his torso when you felt his teeth lightly press into your nipple, sucking and tugging when needed.

His kisses began to run down toward your navel with his hands replacing his lips and kneading your breasts in the palm of them while he moved down to lay between your legs, “I want a taste, pretty girl.”

“Then get one,” you said in a whiny tone that had his big rounded eyes turning to look at you with surprise. A knowing smirk falling on his lips as he lifted your knees and pulled your thighs apart as far as they could go until he was eye level with your pretty cunt. Jungkook was never one to stop and tease when he needed sex, he had a tendency to get a little rough and take what he wants but it’s so hard to move it along when he’s met with the sight of you laying so pretty for him. He could tell your patience was running thin with how long he was taking to do anything and just before he felt you close to snapping at him, he leaned into you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped in surprise with the sudden swipe at your clit by Jungkook’a flattened, long tongue and you’ll admit it caused goosebumps to form on your skin. You couldn’t see the way he smiled as his hands circled around your thighs, repeating his teasing flick of his tongue, feeling the way your folds began to react to him.

He felt your fingers run through his soft hair for anchor and for some reason that slight grip you had on him had his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let himself get lost in the taste of your pussy. No longer up for any sense of teasing, Jungkook lets his mouth fall open, kissing your wet heat with his tongue pressing between your folds and finding your clit. Your hips were slowly bucking into his face, showing him just how much you liked his tongue and he knew just what to do to have you coming undone underneath him.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his lips wrapped around the hard bud while his tongue swiped against the tip of it. He began a repetition of that and grazing his teeth ever so softly against your sensitive folds knowing he found your weak spot when he sucked your labia into his mouth and had your soft moans filling the cabin.

“Jungkook,” you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair roughly, “Oh god.”

He didn’t dare pull his mouth off you to give you a response and instead let his actions grow rougher. He unwrapped a hand from around your thigh and slipped it down to your pussy where he let his finger begin to draw patterns into your labia, so close to your entrance that he could feel your arousal quite literally leak out of you.

Your body was filled by pleasure that Jungkook was bringing you and you couldn’t help but bring your free hand to your neglected chest, trying to fill the void that Jungkook’s hand had left as you groped your breasts. Jungkook looked up completely enamored with the way you played with yourself while he ate you out and without any second thoughts, he pressed his long middle finger into your waiting cunt.

“That’s it,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss along your pelvis, “Cum for me, darling.”

“Jungkook,” you whined as he pushed a second finger in, hooking them upwardward just past your pubic bone and finding that soft, spongy spot with ease. With the way your walls fluttered around his fingers, he knew you were close and all it took was his lips around your clit while thrusting into that pleasure spot of yours, for you to wrap your legs around his shoulders and shake with release, “Oh my god.”

“Mm,” Jungkook groaned with pleasure, feeling your arousal flood his fingers in your release. He looked down at his wet hand, bringing it to his lips where he licked off the release that threatened to drip down his forearm, “Sweet.”

You looked like a mess trying to catch your breath and come to understand what had just happened between you to think too long about the fact that he was pressing his fingers into your waiting mouth till you licked your own release off him. He lifted a brow as your tongue circled around his fingers while sucking on them with your cheeks hollowed in. It had his breath hitching, trying to pull his fingers back out before he came just from that and began to pull at his own pants.

“Condom?” He asked in an unusually low and raspy tone. You blinked, “It’s fine, I’m on the pill.”

He didn’t press for more as he kicked his slacks and briefs off, hard cock pointed up stiffly. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. You wanted to wrap your lips around him and take him deep in your mouth because his dick was surprisingly so fucking pretty you just needed it desperately.

With your mind decided, you attempted to sit up when he pushed you back down, cock in his hand as he gave himself a couple strokes to relieve some tension and pulled your legs apart, “I need you now.”

“Impatient, are we?” You asked with a laugh, making yourself relax when you felt his cock head brush against your exposed clit. Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to what you said as much as he was to the way his mushroom tip fit perfectly between your folds.

A soft gasp left your lips as he pushed it against your clit, playing with your labia and letting the clear liquid that dripped out of his tip, coat your clit.

“Fuck,” Jungkook took a deep breath as his cock nearly slipped inside of you, playing with your earlier release to cover his length in it, “Such a pretty pussy.”

With an annoyed roll of your eyes, you grew tired of his teasing and with a quick hook of your leg around his slim waist, you pushed his cock into you eliciting a deep groan [almost growl] to slip from his lips, “Fucking hell, Y/n.”

“You were taking too long,” you moaned, legs falling back again as you tried to ease the slight pain that came from his thick member entering your tight walls. Jungkook’s hair was brushing against your face as he looked down at the way you took him in, “I was trying to be gentle.”

“Did I ask you to be?” You asked with a scoff. Jungkook rolled his eyes, spreading his legs further apart and digging his knees into the bed for support as he covered you with his body, laying down to plant a quick kiss to your lips. “Brat.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” your manicured nails traced down his back until your hands were under his thighs as if ready to make him move on your own, “Are you going to fuck me yet?”

He couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief, an amused smile on his face and without saying a word, he pulled out until on his tip was past your ring of nerves, and suddenly pushed back in. Your lips fell open in a silent gasp as your eyes locked with his and he smirked.

“You need it that bad?” Jungkook asked as he pulled your legs up, pressing them toward your chest and holding them down with his arms as he kissed your neck, dragging his cock back out, “How bad?”

“Jungkook,” you groaned, trying to move your hips but in this position it was useless, “Start moving.”

“Make me,” he kissed the tip of your nose, slowly sliding himself back in just a little. You rolled your eyes, moving your hand to hide your face as you felt yourself getting annoyed.

Jungkook was smiling like this was all just so amusing to him and with his lip pulled between his teeth, he thrusted in with little restraint, starting a slow yet steady rhythm, “Don’t hide your face, darling. I wanna see the Y/n L/n moaning for me.”

“Fuck you,” you shook your head feeling your pussy tighten around him with your legs pulled to your chest unable to escape his thrusts that were becoming more rough by the second.

“Come on darling, you can do it,” Jungkook groaned, feeling like he was on cloud 9 from the way your pussy took him in. He doesn’t know how to explain it but he felt really fucking good right now. He’s not sure if it’s that he hasn’t had sex in a while, or if it had something to do with the fact that it was you, but he was fucking you with all his energy, letting himself relax and just feel good in the moment.

“Jungkook,” you moaned his name, hand slipping from your face so you could wrap it around his neck, “Kiss me.”

“Kiss?” He asked, out of breath as his rhythm faltered and without thinking, he let go of your legs and let them fall back onto the bed as he tilted your chin up with a hand to kiss you. He set his other hand down on the bed for support, getting lost between your lips and your tight pussy.

Jungkook’s tongue licked against yours swallowing your moans, “Y/n, it’s s’good.”

“Mhm,” you circled your legs around him, “Fuck.”

Jungkook kissed down your neck, hands sneaking down to your waist and with one swift movement, rolled onto his back with you on top. He needed a change of pace because if he kept going, he would cum sooner than he wanted to and he needed you to cum one more time for him so if that meant letting you get in top, he would.

And it had been such a good idea because the sight of you sitting on his cock, leaning back and placing your hands on his thighs instead of chest, made him more excited. Your knees dug into the bed and with your fingers scratching at his muscular thighs and raised your hips, lifting yourself off his cock before plunging him back in.

“Fucking hell,” Jungkook groaned throwing his head back into the pillows, a hand on your hip but not daring to take control, “That’s it darling, fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Jungkook,” the new position was having him reach newer parts inside you that had your thighs shaking, “I’m so close.”

“Take it,” Jungkook growled, holding you in place as he dug his feet into the mattress and began to fuck up into you, “Take my fucking dick, fuck.”

“Oh my god,” you fell forward, hands scratching at his chest, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, “I—I can’t. Jungkook, baby, oh my—“

“Take it,” he groaned, grabbing your hips harshly and moving once again so he was on top, thrusting into you despite how hard it was getting to pull out of your tight walls, “Take it.”

“I—I,” your lips fell open in a loud cry, pinching his biceps for stability, and felt your walls come undone. For the second time in less than hour, your orgasm hit you hard. Jungkook released a string of grunts, feeling your pussy convulse around him and his cock was greeted with a flood of warmth that had his legs shaking, trying to support him but he couldn’t take it. He barely had time to slip out before he was letting go, his cum dribbling down to your thighs as he let out one final moan of your name.

His body seemed to collapse down next to yours, panting and out of breath, “Fuck.”

The two of you were a mess, sweaty and sore and all you wanted to do was lay down and possibly sleep but where you were did not go past you unnoticed. You searched around for your cellphone, knowing you set it down somewhere before trying to change and found it on your nightstand with six missed calls from the Bride-To-Be.

Jungkook took a deep breath, sitting up and looking down at the mess the two of you made on the bed. He got up, not bothering with covering himself up as he found a towel and tried cleaning himself off with it while you got on your phone.

“Duty calls,” you joked with a sigh as he came to your side and began to wipe down your thighs. Yeonwoo sent you a dozen messages talking about a midlife crisis of some sorts. You sat up carefully, thanking him for handing you your robe and you slipped it on.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked with an awkward clear of his throat as he began putting on his clothes again. He’ll admit he was taking his time getting dressed and you left to the bathroom to freshen up.

“I don’t know, something with the gift boxes for everyone. I think Yeonie’s assistant forgot them,” you told him as you found new underwear to wear, making sure you were cleaned before putting them on. You left the door to the bathroom open to talk to him but you still changed into the white Jacquemus dress from earlier.

You walked up to him and he got the memo about zipping your back up and this time he couldn’t help but lean down to press a kiss to your shoulder blade, “Are you going up yet?”

“I’m gonna touch up my makeup first,” you told him honestly, “You go ahead.”

When Jungkook reached upstairs again, finding the party just as he left it earlier, it’s like nobody noticed he had even left for so long. They were all too focused on your new dress — which Yeonwoo absolutely adored on you. He found a glass of champagne and tried to escape from the swarm of people trying to hold a conversation with him when he wasn’t thinking clearly at all.

Unfortunately for the two of you, the matching off-white shade of your clothing and the sudden mark on his neck wasn’t lost on anyone else. Soon, pictures from every angle possible would paint a story neither of you wanted.

There was a sense of guilt that came with disassociating yourself from your best friend’s wedding plans. Jungkook could barely remember what they had done once they got to the island after a surprising night of visiting your cabin.

He hasn’t had an actual conversation with you since that night and he has to be honest and say, he barely remembers the actual wedding. He hadn’t seen you since the yacht before being dragged away by Hoseok the following day to do some activities for Namjoon’s groomsmen. You had gone to do your Maid of Honor duties and he’s felt out-of-loop since.

The entire day had been packed with things to do and he’s aware he looked dashing in every photo the photographers took of him in his 12,000$ Kiton suit. The matching suits they all wore made the groomsmen look classy and cohesive while the Balmain dresses the bridesmaids wore made them elegant and surreal—well at least for you.

That’s what he thinks is the problem.

His best friends got married and yet all he was able to think about was you. It didn’t help that despite the wedding being on a private island, there was still press everywhere, capturing every angle of this beautiful matrimony between nepo babies.

The reception had been filled with various questions from various interviewers that left all your shared friends staring at you suspiciously—especially when questions of the hickey on his neck came forward.

As awful as it sounded considering the 46 million dollar wedding in the mountains of an island was stunning, he could barely remember half of what hadn’t been photographed. He left the day after the wedding with an excuse that he had things to take care of where he’s currently at and his friends bid him farewell.

He got to the mainland a day before the others and it gave him time to return home before he left on another voyage alone.

“How was the wedding?” His older brother asked, swinging his mallet just slightly, trying to find his nail before shooting the ball through the hoop, “I can't believe I was caught up in meetings all week in Tokyo.”

Jungkook looked oddly bright today compared to how he felt and he didn’t want to say it was because his casual and boring clothes he wore abroad stuck out here in ways he didn’t like. That’s why today—his last day home—he visited his family’s 150 acre estate for a game of Croquet and possibly tennis, wearing a matcha colored Loro Piana cashmere polo with short sleeves.

“Um, it was great,” Jungkook said as he brought his cigarette to his lips and lighting the end before inhaling.

“That’s it?” JungHyun asked with a scoff as he motioned for Jungkook to take his turn and he took his brother’s cigarette, “Did you have an orgy with any models or were you your usual gentleman self that won the crowd against me?”

His older brother had been well known in his younger days for many reasons, his partying, his charm, his youth and education. When he was in his mid twenties, you could always catch him in some article their parents tried taking down in regards to driving under the influence or insulting a server. Unlike Jungkook who preferred a quiet life he could escape to, his brother did not and now he’s some big shot finance guy because his attitude growing up had ruined his chance of inheriting everything from their grandparents. Now it will all go to Jungkook—something they’re all aware of—and maybe that’s why JungHyun makes snide remarks here and there.

He’s not asking about the wedding because he’s curious, he’s bitter that despite his perfect appearance and Jungkook’s more intimidating kind, Jungkook was still the most well-mannered of the two and therefore the favorite—if only he stayed and fulfilled his duties.

“No orgy,” Jungkook said with a hint of disgust as he finished his round of the game, one step closer to winning, “Just Y/n.”

JungHyun had been mid-swing when he mentioned you and his aim went astray making him miss the next ring, “What do you mean just Y/n?”

“I slept with her—“

A loud and annoying laugh cut him off as JungHyun let his mallet go, “Ah, so you can’t remember the events of your best friend’s wedding because you were too busy sleeping with the nation’s sweetheart? Oh I cannot wait till father hears about this, maybe your wedding is next and then you’ll finally step up to the plate.”

Jungkook scoffed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means now that you’re back, and dating the richest girl in the country, there’s no way Father won’t hand you down the company now,” JungHyun said bitterly, “And everyone said you running away would be a bad thing, but clearly it’s reminded you of who you are.”

“I’m not… I’m not staying,” Jungkook said, “I leave tomorrow but I wanted to see you all. And Y/n and I aren’t going to date, it was a… um.”

“Mistake?” JungHyun asked, “Jungkook, don’t be an idiot. You’ve been obsessed with her for years.”

“I have not.”

“You have, you just don’t want to admit that all your talk about being independent and leaving the money behind to be free was complete bullshit,” JungHyun said with a scoff, “Or why would you mess around with her of all people. A relationship with Y/n is going to put you at the top once again and there’s nothing that won’t be handed to you—and she’s someone mother would approve.”

“You’re dramatic,” Jungkook huffed, “One night doesn’t mean we’re dating or getting married or any of that other shit. I still don’t want to run the business… I just want, I don’t know.”

“Yeah, you never know what you want,” JungHyun said, “But whatever, if you’re set on running away again, so be it. I’m tired of trying to make you see how you blindly follow along with everything you seem to hate.”

“Master, your wife is on line three and she’s wondering who is picking up the kids.”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” JungHyun groaned, annoyed and no longer interested in talking to his little brother, “The driver?”

Jungkook watched his brother leave him behind and with a defeated sigh, he left.

“So are you leaving?” Youngi asked him as he watched the bubbles in his pink champagne, “Or have you changed your mind?”

“I haven’t changed my mind,” Jungkook said stiffly as he fixed the suit jacket he was currently getting fit into, “I’m just postponing my leave but I have a few things to take care of here.”

“Like with you and Y/n?” Youngi asked, making sure the fitting room at Dolce & Gabbana was empty aside from just them two. Jungkook didn’t even flinch at the mention of you. Since the two arrived at this store his vision has been filled with large framed photos of you and your dear friend Park Jimin all over the store. Apparently you were one of the brand’s favorite Ambassadors and they made it known you modeled their products. Right now he’s facing the mirror with a picture of you modeling a satin baldonétte bra and high waisted panties. You looked beautiful and seductive and its been hard for him to not just stare at all your pictures since he got here. Now Yoongi is attempting to bring you up and he refuses to give in to the extent his relationship with you has gone.

You haven’t even spoken since the wedding and even that had just been an exchange of pleasantries and no real depth to either of your words.

“No, with my father,” Jungkook said stiffly as he shrugged off the suit jacket and called in the stylist to find something else. Yoongi sat up in his seat slightly more interested, “Really? About what? Don’t tell me you're back in the running.”

“We're going to discuss it,” Jungkook mumbled to himself.

He wanted to make one thing clear, his decision to seek out his father and work out some sort of plan where he can get back into the job he had been assigned to do, while also having freedom had absolutely nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with the fact that you’re here, and he’s interested in you, and that it would be his parent’s dream for him to stay and be in a relationship with you and also take over the business finally…

This was his decision because his brother’s right. He can't just keep running away.

“And what do you mean, with Y/n?” Jungkook asked, clearing his throat awkwardly as he glanced up at your five foot photo framed above the mirror, remembering the shape of your body against his, moaning his name and tightening your walls around him.

“Haven’t you heard the rumors?” Youngi asked as he got on his phone, “It seems as though you have competition.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told more as he took Yoongi’s phone from his outstretched hand and read what was on the screen with furrowed brows.

At the end of the article, in big, fat letters, the conclusion said: ‘Now the question is, will L/n choose the best friend, Park Jimin, or the elegant and influential Best Man, Jeon Jungkook—possibly as the country’s newest IT couple?’

When he gave Yoongi his phone back, there was no denying the sudden irritation that contorted his features. It’s not like he expected this to not happen but… he doesn’t like what they’re implying. Yoongi studied him closely to see if he would get a response, but Jungkook gave nothing away. Instead he just ordered the tailor to pack the two suits he tried on so he could buy both, “I’ll meet you out there.”

Yoongi left Jungkook to get changed and while he stood alone in the fitting room staring up at your boudoir photos framed around him, he took his phone and dialed your number.

“Hello?” Your end of the call sounded hectic, louder and busier than his did. You were in the middle of an interview for Vogue and were taking a short break. It seemed like he called at just the right time since you were getting your makeup touched up.

“Are you busy?” Jungkook asked with a sharp tone that fell on deaf ears when the call went silent for a moment. He really did admire the photo of you, remembering just what it was like to trace his hands along your figure.

“Who is this?” You finally asked, making his jaw clench slightly.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Oh you see, I wouldn’t have known that considering you didn’t even say a hello or anything,” You told him in a sarcastic tone that made him want to smile but also roll his eyes, “Besides, I am busy.”

As if on cue, the call of your name in the background made your claim concrete. He bit his lip in thought, wondering what it was you were doing and how long it would take, “When can I see you?”

A smile played on your lips as you held up a finger to your assistant who was trying to hurry you along, “Did you make an appointment with my assistant?”

He couldn’t help but scoff as his gaze turned toward a glare, practically imagining that picture of you smiling at him, “I didn’t know I needed one, darling. When can I schedule one?”

“I’m not sure, i'll let you know,” you said and before Jungkook could respond, the call ended and he was left in shock that you just hung up on him. He gathered his things and met Yoongi outside to pay, completely bewildered by the fact that you just hung up on him so easily. He knows you haven’t spoken since the night of the wedding where you were forced to speak but this is all he gets?

“What took you so long?” Yoongi asked as they left Dolce & Gabbana with new things.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Appointment scheduled for, 6:30 pm today, L/n Residence @ the Northbrook Estates

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief at the confirmation of an appointed meeting with you tonight.

The night on the yacht had been unexpected yet also long-awaited and now that its done with, neither of you seemed to know what to do about it. You wont lie and say you didn’t enjoy that moment with him but you were also realistic. You and Jungkook would just never work out, you’re too different on the outside and that’s why you’re so confused now as to why he called you.

“So, Y/n, its been a busy season for you this year,” an interviewer said as the camera zoomed in on your expression as they continued, “Not only did you walk thirteen shows but I hear you also celebrated your close friends wedding. How was that? You must have been exhausted.”

“You know it was a lot but it was exciting, I hold my friends dearly and I’m just thankful I was able to make time for such an event,” you said and you’ll admit your response sounded scripted. You didn’t dive too deeply which is what you’re sure the interviewer wanted. You should have known that this stupid interview wouldn’t just be about your newly established modeling career.

Whether you’ve become Model of the Year for your catwalk, or for nepotism, you didn’t are much either way. All you cared about was the fact that the interviewer has found a way to slip in questions they didn’t need to know. It’s like you can just sense the things they’ll ask and have already prepared and calculated the exact responses you need to give.

“Of course, and what a star-studded party,” the interviewer continued, “The Best Man being Jeon Jungkook must have been exciting for you.”

“Well, we’ve all known each other for a long time now so…” You cleared your throat, looking a bit disinterested.

“Yes, of course,” the interviewer said with a nervous laugh, “And pardon me, Y/n, but I just have to ask, did anything happen between the two of you on this very intimate trip?”

Your smile strained but you never looked anything less than sweet as you said, “We are all just very close friends. Most of them have supported me in modeling.”

It was a clear attempt on your part to direct the conversation back to what it was supposed to be about. She ignored your last comment and said, “So… I guess we’re all curious, some pictures from the parties were released of the two of you awfully close in certain open waters, and an evident hickey on his neck—not to mention the matching clothes, please, is there something between you and the heir of Jeon Corporation?”

“Nothing that should concern you, no,” you smiled sweetly and the interviewer seemed to freeze up, unsure if she had gone too far in her questions.

Silence filled the space around them and there was no way to cut these parts out since it was a video shoot and after a while of the interviewer struggling to find which questions to ask, a person who worked for you stepped forward, “How about another short break?”

The interviewer released a shaky breath while the both of you made your way off camera and your glam team was quick to touch up your hair and makeup as the director of the shoot approached you, “Y/n darling, how are we feeling?”

“Annoyed,” you answered honestly, “I thought this was supposed to be about my modeling.”

“You’re absolutely right, darling, we apologize for any mistake we’ve done on our part, I—She must have taken it as an opportunity to ask her own questions and I promise you, we will have a deep conversation about this. We aren’t TMZ…” the director said and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m done filming if she’ll be the one continuing the interview,” You told him as you began to walk away from him, not caring for the excuses or whatever and you can hear your publicist repeat your words to him.

It wasn’t even that she was bad at her job or that she asked anything too deep but she just quickly got on your bad side with her persistence to not let the subject drop.

In the end you got your wish and filming ended smoothly before you were driven away to whatever was next in your schedule, trying not to think about the interview or the fact that there was a chance you would be seeing Jungkook later.

Things are evidently strange between you two and its not like you’ve been blind to the articles or posts about you but you don’t want to address anything. That night on the yacht seems like a fluke and like it shouldn’t have happened at all despite how you felt in the moment. Your parents aren’t the type to be invested in what is put in the tabloids but when their lifelong, country club going, friends call them and ask if there’s anything between you and Jeon Corporation’s Jungkook, they’re going to want answers.

It was just one night, one night where the two of you put aside whatever indifference you had toward each other just so you could release tension and this is the consequence for that. Of course everyone would want to know and of course no one was able to turn a blind eye to you. Even Yeonwoo managed to ask what you had been doing in the cabins withJungkook or so long that night and even when you tried to ignore her she kept pressing you for an answer.

In truth you had nothing to say. You were both adults and it didn’t matter if anyone else was dying to know if there was anything going on between you.

You resented each other.

You had sex.

Plus, he’s going to leave soon and you don’t think that bothers you?

When your driver pulled up to the tall skyscraper you called home, you headed inside alone.

“Good evening, Miss L/n,” the lobbyist held the door open for you, “You have a visitor waiting in the lobby.”

Your brows furrowed, checking the time before heading to the library where sure enough, Jeon Jungkook was sitting by the fireplace reading whatever magazine was set out for him. At the sound of your Miu Miu kitten heels, he turned staring at you with his big rounded eyes being the only thing you could see beside his face mask, “You’re early.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist as he pressed his lips to your cheek in greeting and you did the same, he joined you in the elevator and said, “I like to get to my appointments early.”

“You’re lucky my shoot ended early or else you might have had to wait outside like a dog,” you teased as you pushed the button for the top floor where your penthouse was located. As part of the infinite amount of wealth your family has, you also dabble in real estate, mostly in the country as luxury apartments but you do have some homes overseas: Paris, New York, Argentina, etc.

The place you call home is a top floor penthouse with terrace and rooftop. The floor in which it was located was completely shut off for just you and included a private gym, yoga studio, three walk-in closets, and on top of that an elevator parking garage with a Mary Kay Pink Rolls Royce sitting pretty inside it.

Jungkook has never stepped foot in your home before and it was overwhelmingly stunning with four bedrooms, two living rooms (one on the top floor and one on the main floor too), an open kitchen, poolside terrace, and five bathrooms. You lived in ultimate modern luxury with traditional themes throughout the home like its hand carved wooden furniture and expensive marble walls.

“Is this different from your little magic treehouse in the woods you ran off to?” You asked, tempted to push his buttons as you removed your coat and handed it to your housekeeper who waited at the door.

“Well, considering my magic treehouse is worth 2.6 million dollars, no I wouldn’t consider this that different from it,” Jungkook couldn’t help but boast, feeling like he’s competing. It’s like when he was in school and the students would brag about whatever exotic trip they got to go in the summer and he would have to make sure to tell them what he did was better. “Maybe I’ll bring you with someday.”

Fuck. Why did he say that? Why is he indulging in any of this in the first place? You and Jungkook should never be together, right?

“Speaking of which, I thought you would have ran off now that the wedding is over,” You said as you mumbled something to the housekeeper making her leave, “Drink?”

“Water is fine,” Jungkook said as he made his way down to your 70’s inspired talking pit of suede Anabei sectional couches, “And I thought I would have been gone by now too”

“What changed?” You skied curiously, “Don’t tell me it's because you would miss me.”

You held your hand to your chest as if to seem touched by the thought and Jungkook just rolled his eyes as you continued, “How would all the other girls feel knowing I’m keeping you here?”

Jungkook scoffed as he practically pushed your legs off his lap, “Can you not joke for just one second?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if part of you felt confused wondering if this was supposed to be a serious moment or not. Jungkook huffed, running his fingers through his black hair, “I’m here because I wanted to talk to you about all those articles. My parents are working on taking those down, are you okay?”

Your eyebrows knitted together with confusion, “Me? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’ve never seen anything bad written about you and suddenly you’re being painted as a two-timer by spending a night with me while also… doing whatever it is you do with that friend of yours.” He was not jealous. He swears.

To be clear, there really is nothing going on with you and Jimin. You’re just two friends in the modeling world who happen to like attending secret parties together and maybe making out drunkenly every now and then. That’s it. You’ve never slept with him and Jimin has too many girls on his line for you to ever consider him.

“I’ll survive,” You mumbled as you looked over at him, seeing him in deep thought.

“I’m thinking of staying a while longer,” Jungkook said suddenly with a clear of his throat.

Jungkook was not the shy type and to be honest he’s not even sure why he’s letting you know [as if it made a difference] but the words just slipped out.

He did not like you.

Well, he didn’t like you like that. It sounds harsh he’s well aware of that but he was never romantically attracted to you before so how is he going to suddenly feel that way after only a week in contact again. Maybe it was just unresolved sexual tension after years of feeling that way but that can’t be the only thing that’s making him want to revert back to what his life was like before he left to live on his own.

He escaped all this so that he could live somewhere quietly and do what he really wanted to do without worrying about anything else. Now he’s contemplating moving back and possibly involving himself with his father’s business again. Too much is going on for him to understand why.

“For how long?” you asked as your fingers began to softly run through the ends of his hair making him look at you. You couldn’t hide your curiosity and how close the two of you are.

When he had pulled you down to sit with him, it was with your legs thrown over his lap which he had been caressing every now and then.

An arrogant smirk formed on his lips as he licked them, tapping your calf lightly, “How long do you want me here?”

Fuck, Jungkook is staying to get back in business… not for you.

It’s not for you.

It’s not for yo—

His breath hitched as a sudden weight shifted to his lap, his hands immediately went to your waist, helping you get comfortable on him. It’s embarrassing the way Jungkook didn’t hesitate to reach for you when you sat on his lap feeling your arms thrown around his neck, “Here as in…”

You looked down at the short skirt you wore which rolled up a little from how your legs straddled his thighs and said, “Under me?”

A scoff in disbelief left his lips as he couldn’t help but laugh, sliding your hips closer, “Yeah.”

It was attractive the way your conversations never seemed to fall unless you wanted them to. It was a constant cat and mouse game, banter back and forth and he catches on quickly.

You couldn’t help it, okay. Anytime you would see pictures of Jungkook since he left, he was always in a hoodie and sweats or something that just hid his entire body. Right now he’s wearing this Christian Dior white button-up shirt [which he rolled the sleeves up at some point since he got here] and it was messily untucking from his black slacks and he looks so hot right now. His hair was messy in a sexy way and he looked just like he used to, except this time with tattoos and a different sense of maturity.

Without wasting another moment debating if you should or shouldn’t, you leaned down and kissed him. Jungkook’s lips parted against yours, stretching his neck to kiss you with more need. Unlike the first night you kissed, this one wasn’t as rushed and angry. He took his time longer, pulling your bottom lip between his and doing it over again.

You pressed your chest against his, with your tongue swiping against his lip teasingly until you met his. Jungkook’s hands pinched the satin fabric of your skirt, feeling it tighten and rise, unable to stop the growing desire he was feeling for you. His briefs were getting tighter every time you shifted on his lap and whatever he had been thinking before you started making out.

“You want to play?” He asked, shifting his head to deepen the kiss without bumping noses. You pulled away feeling desperate to catch your breath as his kisses began to travel down toward your exposed neck, licking and nipping under your jaw while beginning to make

“Maybe,” you sighed in pleasure, running your hands through his hair when you felt him kiss down your collarbone, closer and closer down the deep-v in your Miu Miu chiffon top. The strap to your shirt slipped down your shoulder as Jungkook’s rough fingers traced down the side of your arms.

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to go back to kiss your lips as you felt his growing erection press into you. It was hard for him to ignore the fact that the only thing covering what was under your skirt was a flimsy, thin piece of lace he shifted you closer until his bulge was tucked between your legs, placing your hips right over where he wanted them to be. Now that he moved you, his outline was more evident and had you grinding along him.

Jungkook released a groan with a sharp breath once he felt that sudden move and he couldn’t help but buck his hips against you, feeling the fabric of his briefs constrict his hardened cock. It was a frustrating feeling yet he felt so eager with his tongue down your throat and his covered dick tucked nicely between your covered folds that he couldn’t even think to stop and remove the layers.

His lips were feeling swollen against yours yet he didn’t want to pull away, the friction he was getting from the way you humped him was turning him on with how needy it felt. You kissed along his jaw, grinding against his aching dick while your nimble fingers began to unbutton his shirt.

“God damn,” Jungkook groaned as he threw his head back, relishing in the way your hips moved expertly against him while kissing down his naked chest. He slid his ass down your back, stopping over your butt and pulling your skirt out of the way for him to get a better feel of you underneath. With firm hands, he turned your sensual grinding into harsher and more deep movements that he met with his hips.

He’s not sure he could take just this any longer. Anytime he’s with you now it’s like he can’t do anything but fall for you and despite how annoying it is, he doesn’t do anything to stop it. Instead, he welcomes it and right now all he wants to do and rip off the remaining layers between you so he could have your legs wrapped around him once more. It’s only been days since the first time and he has not been able to stop thinking about it.

The day of the wedding he had been so distracted by you that he barely remembers any of it and now his best friends are on their honeymoon and he’s here thinking about you again.

Giving up on arguing how much he wants to have you, he wanted to get your clothes off and you were letting him. His hands had barely made it to the end of your top, ready to pull it off, when a loud ringtone cut through the living room, echoing off the walls and hard to ignore. The two of you looked at each other confused.

He sat up, reaching his hand into his pocket and pulling out his phone, annoyed that someone had thought to call him.

“Answer,” you said breathlessly as you looked at the caller, already sliding yourself off his lap.

“It’s just Hobi,” Jungkook said, letting out a huff in annoyance as he set his phone back down, turning to kiss you but it rang once again. Your eyes met his and he begrudgingly grabbed his phone and swiped to answer, “Hello?”

“Hey man, I just got off the phone with your Yoongi,” Hoseok said as he sat in a large closet filled with designer clothes, “And why am I always the last to know if you’re leaving or not?”

“What?” Jungkook looked visibly annoyed with his scrunched brows and tense jaw and for some reason that made him hotter to you. His shirt was undone completely and his belt was halfway pulled off and with his legs spread, it was very hard to ignore his hard on.

Your eyes softened with curiosity and you couldn’t help but bite down on your bottom lip as you decided to just go for it. First, your hand rested on his thigh as he listened to whatever Hoseok said, but slowly you made your way toward his bulge.

“You’re gonna start working with your dad again?” Hoseok asked, unaware of the way Jungkook’s attention had drifted down to the palm of your hand, right over his dick. Your fingers pressed against the underside of his member, massaging your palm into it and feeling the way his hips raised. “What happened to not caring about the money and the company and all that blah blah blah?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but roll his eyes, snapping back to his friend instead of what was going on. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tightening their grip as if in warning. It was a useless attempt considering he tried helping you pull his belt off and saying, “Come on man, it was never like that.”

He could hear his own tone falter somewhere between lying and having his cock free from the confines of his tight briefs with your hand feeling him.

Hoseok laughed, debating what suit he should wear, “No, it’s exactly like that.”

Jungkook’s hand went to your head, softly caressing you as you kissed down his navel, your hand wet with spit, jerking him off while licking just above his dick. He didn’t bother with a response to his friend as he continued speaking anyway, “Is it true you and our princess are messing around? It’s all over the tabloids.”

Sarcasm was evident in Hoseok’s tone but Jungkook was too focused on your tongue licking up the length of his hard cock, wetting it with spit that made your hand movements smoother.

“Look I get it, you’ve had all this tension something was bound to happen but damn, why didn’t you tell me that either?” Hoseok asked with evident shock, unaware of the blowjob his friend was receiving on the other end. Your lips were wrapped tightly around his length and with your hand too, it was hard for Jungkook to keep his reactions to a minimum.

“Hobi, I—I, yknow I just,” Jungkook cleared his throat uncomfortably to hide an evident groan. He was beginning to fidget under your ministrations, especially when you squeezed under his cock, massaging his balls, “Sorry.”

“Sorry?! That’s all you gotta say after chewing me out for giving you condoms as a joke.” Hoseok was lying in a pile of Louis Vuitton suits on the floor, engrossed in his one-sided conversation, “Our friendship seems one-sided buddy. I thought when you came up to me… I thought, ‘Hey, maybe my good buddy Jungkook will get in this dandy hot tub with me’ but no, you know what you do instead? You ask where Y/n is! God I should’ve known—“

Jungkook threw his head back in a mixture of pleasure and obvious irritation that he couldn’t take it anymore. His finger pressed into the red button and the call was cut to end suddenly. As soon as his phone hit the couch, you pulled off his length with a deep huff for air, “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“He’ll get over it,” Jungkook mumbled as he reached for your hand to pull you toward him, “Come here.”

“I’m not done,” you leaned away from the kiss he was trying to give you but his hand held your head in place, not caring to kiss the lips that had just been around his hard dick. Jungkook wasn’t as gentle as his need grew heavier and with a strategic pull at your top, it ripped down the back, “Jungkook!”

“What?” He asked with a giddy smile, tempted to be playful, “It was in my way.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up to take your skirt off yourself and prevent another hazard while Jungkook finished undressing himself. “It was custom, asshole.”

Jungkook’s smile dropped with worry, lips parted in surprise until you burst out into a laugh and fell onto his lap, “You should see the look on your face.”

“Ha ha, don’t scare me like that,” Jungkook chuckled, “I was already thinking about the fortune I would have to pay to fix that.”

“Jungkook,” you ignored the fact that the two of you were naked, in the middle of an intimate moment and asked, “What did you mean earlier?”

“When?” Jungkook asked, caressing your leg, “About staying? Yeah, I’m serious.”

“You are?” You crossed your arms over your bare chest, “Why?”

“Why?” He was visibly taken back, “What do you mean why?”

“I mean… just a few days ago you were adamant on leaving right after the wedding and when you left the resort before everyone else we all kind of figured you had left but you’re here now and…” You took a deep breath in thought.

“Do you want me to leave?” Jungkook asked, sounding more hurt than he intended to. All this time pushing and pulling his feelings for how he felt about being here and seeing you was getting to him. He’s very aware how confusing he is and spending a night with you shouldn’t have changed his mind this quickly while he also refused to admit.

“We didn’t talk about what happened at the party,” you said suddenly, feeling Jungkook drape his shirt over your naked figure as the conversation shifted drastically.

“I know,” he dropped his head, “I’m sorry, I was really confused and I couldn’t tell what I was feeling or how you were feeling and I was mad and… I thought you probably didn’t care.”

“I mean, I didn’t,” you shrugged, “But because I figured it was just a one time thing since you were very obvious with how little you thought of me and now you’re saying you’re staying longer while visiting me at home and it just… I don’t get it.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jungkook was in his slacks again, trying to fix whatever mess he might have made over time, “I just… I was just being dumb. I wanted to act like I wasn’t into you at all because I was mad at everyone else and it wasn’t fair that I took it out on you but I thought you didn’t like me either.”

“And you’re right, you were mean to me,” you nudged him with your foot, “So really, I shouldn’t even be in this position with you right now.”

Jungkook didn’t dare argue when you called him out, “You always pretended to hate me even when you’d get jealous if someone else talked to me and you could never take your eyes off me.”

His brows furrowed, reminded of the trip and how everyone always joked that he wanted you when he was so stubborn on saying he didn’t. He didn’t like how predictable his life was.

“Because I knew everyone thought you were perfect,” Jungkook tried pulling you toward him, “And they didn’t know how you liked to push my buttons and say things you knew would get to my head and how you were actually so unbelievably perfect that it pissed me off everytime I let you get to me.”

“Don’t sweet talk me now,” you teased when he leaned over to lay between your legs, content with the sight of you in his Dior shirt, “How are you gonna repay me for being such a dick?”

“Whatever you want,” Jungkook admitted, “Say the word and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I have everything I want,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Come on Y/n, don’t make this hard on me,” he whined playfully, “Everyone else is already making it hard and I just want to spend the night with you. I’ll let you use me.”

Your brow raised and with a soft laugh you pulled him toward you for a kiss, “I get to use the Jeon Jungkook? What will everyone say?”

“That they saw it coming,” Jungkook chuckled as he pressed his lips to yours, “So don’t stop the inevitable.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling your arousal from earlier slowly make its return, “You’re so spoiled.”

“I know.”

Jeon Jungkook now knows what an awful liar he’s been these last couple of years. All of this talk about wanting to be different, break free from his family’s influences and the world of money and power, was meaningless in the end. He tried, he really did but his rebellion of running off and doing whatever he pleased, refusing to acknowledge the company, the wealth and the people in it was short lived because he never actually wanted to escape it.

He was still going to be friends with the people he grew up with and fall back to his old routine of country clubs and parading on yachts or private islands.

He was still going to take over his share of his father’s company and dress himself up in designer Kiton suits that he used to despise wearing.

He was still going to fall for you, the person he despised simply for being an exact reflection of himself. You were perfect for him in every way on paper and that made him want to push you away but in the end, he still fell for you like he knew he would.

Some people dream about having the life he does, or growing up the way he did and yet here he was selfishly wishing it all away. It was perfect, it was so insanely perfect and unfair that Jungkook ever thought he wouldn’t be happy with what he had been handed down to him for simply being born.

“This person gathered valuable experiences in the world and has shown such a strong will to portray it all into commitment for the company and that makes me a proud father,” A deep voice spoke from behind a podium with an echoing mic that had the attention of over a hundred people, “Please, welcome the newest V.P. for Jeon Corporation, my youngest son, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook had an arrogant smile on his lips as he walked onto stage, thanking everyone for congratulating him on his quick and easy advance in the company—even surpassing his older brother.

“Honestly, it is a big thank you to everyone close to me, for helping me see how ready I am to step into this role and fulfill my duty as a member of this corporation,” Jungkook said confidently, looking at all his friends who had a mixture of confused yet knowing smiles on their faces.

“What a brat,” Hoseok joked with Namjoon, “And I blame you for this.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen someone get pulled back into the country’s good graces so easily,” Namjoon laughed, remembering all the articles about how my ridiculous Jungkook was for publicly stating he would never be a part of the company.

“That’s because he’s spoiled,” Jungkook’s older brother chimed in, “Even after he says he’s gonna walk away from it, he’s still gonna be welcomed back with open arms.”

Taehyung released a playful sigh, “I want to be Jeon Jungkook when I grow up, the perfect life just handed to me and I’m just too blind to appreciate it.”

“Tae, you’re rich,” Yeonwoo whispered to him, Taehyung grinning at her reminder and sitting up straighter.

“How was it?” Jungkook asked his friends as he looked around the table.

“Well rehearsed,” Taehyung gave him the thumbs up, “Also, where’s Y/n? I thought she’d be here.”

Jungkook checked the time on his watch, his leg already bouncing underneath the table, “Yeah, I thought so too.”

It shouldn’t be that big of a deal to him. This was all just some flashy way for his father to make Jungkook’s debut in the business widely anticipated and you had other things to do than be here. The two of you aren’t even officially together yet so it’s not like you owe it to him or anything.

“Y/n,” Jimin whined as he watched the valet open the limo door for you, “Please don’t ditch me. I’m your best friend, imagine how much fun we could be having. Everyone’s going to ask where you ran off to after the dinner.”

“Well you can tell them,” you hurried to finish applying your lip gloss, “That I had more important things to do than get drunk at some fashion party.”

“Right, just throw me to the side like I mean nothing,” Jimin said dramatically, “Is this how you treat friends now?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he was only trying to cause a scene. Jimin knew you would be calling it an early night but he just wanted it to be difficult. With a small sigh, you double checked that you looked fine in the mirror and said, “Okay, wish me luck, I’m hoping I get laid tonight.”

“I also hope you get laid tonight so that I don’t have to listen to you talk about how much you want to see him,” Jimin said as you made your way out the car, “Goodnight.”

By the time you got to the banquet, the cameras had been long gone from the entrance and so you were able to make your appearance quietly. You would have been here earlier if there hadn’t been an ambassador dinner tonight that you had already agreed to do before Jungkook decided on staying and you just couldn’t miss it.

You felt bad because Jungkook had asked you to come be his date but he understood why you couldn’t make it right away. If anything he should be happy that you hurried over from dinner to the banquet without an outfit change. Despite the number of attendants, it was really a private affair with only a couple people from the press but nothing too grand and over the top. It made arriving late less miserable and finding Jungkook and your friends much easier.

And when you first involved yourself with Jungkook in this way, you should have known it wouldn’t all be easy. You were now somewhat seeing the most eligible bachelor in the country and nobody knows about it aside from speculation. Speculation won’t stop spoiled rich girls who want him to themselves and that’s what you saw when you found him.

“It’s so great to have you back Kooky, it’s like… the best thing to ever happen,” some girl gushed at him from the once empty seat to his left. She seemed unaffected by the stares she received from around the table and didn’t care at all that Jungkook wasn’t even glancing her way. He doesn’t know her, she’s probably just the daughter of some wealthy couple who thinks she has a chance with him.

Jungkook stared forward, watching his friends’ faces as their eyes softened, no longer listening to the girl who said, “Maybe we can get together some time.”

A gentle hand touched his shoulder, soft lips brushing against his ear as you said, “Maybe we can get together some time too.”

There was no denying the smile that grew on his face as he turned to look at you and how close you were to him. Jungkook’s lips parted in pleasant surprise, ready to talk to you when someone else spoke up.

“Excuse us, sweetheart,” Namjoon said to the girl, “It seems our table is full, maybe you can try somewhere else?”

She left with an annoyed scoff, making room for you to sit down, “Sorry I’m late, did any of you miss me?”

You had a sweet smile on your face, a camera clicked somewhere else in the distance surely capturing how close you were to Jungkook specifically, who was tracing his hand along your thigh.

“Dearly,” Jungkook said as he leaned into you for a quick kiss on the lips, “Thanks for coming.”

“I told you I’d try and make it,” you said to him, “I missed the speech didn’t I?”

“It was nothing special,” Jungkook’s hand began to slide down the space between your legs—or at least as far as your dress would let it, “Just the usual talk about how amazing I am, it was all very boring.”

“But I love talking about you,” Your tone was sarcastic yet flirty, your hand falling over his in warning when he began to pull up your dress just a little. You were sitting at a table with a large draped tablecloth that hid your legs underneath but you were still very aware of the fact that your friends were all around the table.

“Y/n,” Hoseok called for you from across the table, “How does it feel to have the Jeon Jungkook wrapped around your finger?”

Jungkook turned to his friend with a harsh glare, knowing he was just poking fun at it all but still managing to get under his skin. You looked at Jungkook with a knowing grin, “Like nothing I didn’t expect.”

He scoffed, squeezing your thigh possessively, “I think the feelings are mutual, darling.”

You leaned into him, not caring for being around so many important people with cameras trying to capture whatever moment they can, “They are.”

::.

a/n omg it took me literally forever to write this and idk how I feel about it but yknow what 😭it’s finished and that’s what matters. I was in the mood for some rich kdrama feel fic and I hope I managed to pull that off at least a litttlleeeeeeere

thanks for everyone that waited patiently and please feel free to lmk what you think <3

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All Over Again

[Summary]: Paternity leave has its effects on Jungkook. After his first day back at work, he can't help but show you how much he doesn't want to go back.

[Theme]: Dad!Jk, CEO!Jk, Married Couple AU, Parent's AU

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes. Marking, kissing, nipple play, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up y'all), dom!JK, mentions of another pregnancy, talks of pregnancy and getting pregnant, etc.

[Word Count]: 4,276

[A/N]: This is a pure result of the urge my body suddenly gets to want a child right before my period smh. Anyway, felt cute, might delete later once I am sane.

It’s been a long ass day. Jungkook’s white button-up feels stapled to his skin, his pants folding uncomfortably with every step he makes as he exits his office. A long finger comes up to his neck, digging underneath his striped tie, wiggling it a little to loosen the chokehold it has around his neck. His other hand feels bound to his briefcase, which carries so much importance in his life but yet so much burden at the same time.

It’s his first day back at work after his baby boy was born. The briefcase he holds reminds him of the duty he has to his family — of his passion and his support for you and your baby. But it also reminds him of the time it has ripped away from spending time with you. He clutches it with so much strength at the thought of you, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and pressing the unlock button so hard, that he thinks he almost might just break it.

With a deep breath, he takes off his tie and tosses it in the passenger seat along with his briefcase. He’s ready to go home. That picture of you, him, and your son that you insisted on framing and Jungkook bringing to work has been a constant reminder of what he has to look forward to at the end of the day. If only his paternity leave could have been longer. You and his son are all he’s been able to think about. How you were doing, if you needed his help, if Jaemun was being feisty, how the cute crinkle on his nose that resembles yours to a T.

It’s late January, and the winter air is unforgiving. He wonders if you have the heat on high enough; if Jaemun had enough blankets, or if the tip of your nose was cold like how it always is in the winter months. He can imagine you holding him close, swaddling him as you sing to him delicately. The thought makes his whole body warm, even though the air is so cold that it feels like glass is cutting against his skin.

He’s convinced he will take more time off. He’s the CEO, after all. He could take months off and it not matter. He wants to be with you always — at all times of the day to hold you and be there for you like he should be. If only the world had been that easy to where passions didn’t have a price. He got lucky, his passion having a heavy penny attached to it. But he wonders where that passion took something more valuable away from him — time. He finds himself now strapped between the choice of time and passion, and he fights the fact that he cannot choose both.

The door to your home is welcoming to his eyes as he pulls up to it. It’s not big by any means. Just homey and enough for the three of you. Even with the snow covering almost every inch of it, the reminder of how warm it is on the inside makes his drive to enter it even greater. He does so with a shiver, coming up to your shared home with a stomp of his boots to shake off the snow just before he enters.

To his surprise, he’s met with hushed music coming from the kitchen as he puts his winter coat on the hook, places his briefcase on the wooden floor, and shimmies out of his shoes. He looks at his watch first, making sure it’s not Jaemun’s nap time, to which he finds out it is. The soft music makes sense now, and he smiles when he makes his way down the hallway to the source of the noise.

The rest of the house is dark except for the kitchen-living room area that you and your baby rest in. Jaemun is peacefully sleeping in his bassinet by the couch, cuddling his dinosaur blanket, while you are by the stove, stirring something.

You look over your shoulder at the sound of familiar footsteps, and your heart immediately softens at the sight of your husband in the doorframe. He smiles back tiredly, running his hand through his hair in an exhausted attempt to pull himself together before he makes his way over to you. He looks relieved like he’s finally received what he’s wanted all day. You’re happy to see him, knowing all too well that that’s what you’ve been waiting for all day, too.

Big, warm hands slide around your waist, a heavy chin rests on your shoulder as he kisses your cheek softly. He takes a deep breath, breathing in your presence as he releases the tension from work off his shoulders. You tend to have an instant effect on him — he missed you so much.

“You’re stirring water?” he laughs as he stares at the pot of water on the stove, unboiled, as you stir it as if it is.

“I’m trying to get it to boil quicker,” you explain with a defeated sigh. “Doesn’t seem to be working. I feel like I’ve been standing here for 20 minutes.”

He hums from behind you, taking your stirring hand and stopping your motions. You’ve never been a big cooker, but he knows you’ve been trying lately. “Just let it be, love. It’ll get there.”

You do as he says, putting the ladle down on the countertop and turning around in his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck, staring at the tall man who holds you close against him. You’re met with a tired Jungkook who rests his forehead against yours as you play with the hairs at the back of his head.

“How was work?” you ask gently.

He groans, wrapping his hands around your waist and holding you tighter against him. It causes you to rest your cheek on his shoulder, hugging him in full.

“That bad?” you chuckle.

Your husband just sighs against your neck. “It’s too early to go back, Y/n,” he candors.

You tuck a strand of hair that fell in front of his face behind his ear. “We’re ok, Kook,” you comfort. But he only shakes his head, making the tucked strand fall out of its place again.

“I’m not,” he says. “I want to be here with you. Spend time with Jaemun before he’s suddenly 25.”

You chuckle at that. It does feel like that sometimes. It’s been three months since your son was born, but it feels like it was just yesterday that you were holding him for the first time.

You can only hold his cheek in response, running your thumb slowly against his soft skin. You feel for him, you really do. He’s such a good father. It makes your heartstrings tug and twist and pull every time you see him with your little boy. It’s only a matter of time before you have to go back to work as well. The thought makes your stomach turn, and you can completely sympathize with your husband dreading going back to work and leaving you and Jaemun.

“Your water is boiling,” he breaks you out of your daze.

“Oh,” you turn around. You smile, knowing he was right before. “I’m making pasta if that sounds ok?”

Jungkook kisses your neck in response, a gentle thing that has your tummy flipping for a second.

“You could also probably wake up our son,” you check the time on the microwave. “He’s been a little sleepy today, so I let his nap go for a little longer than usual.”

You add the pasta in and turn the water down, moving over to the greens left on the cutting board. You start chopping until your husband’s lips move lower.

“Our son,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone. The statement makes him jittery. It feels unreal still, even after nine months of waiting, and another three of actually having your little family here with him. You’re his wife, the mother of his son, and he loves you more than anything in the world. You gave him something he can never find an equivalent to giving back to you. You gave him your heart and a family, and there’s nothing that can replace or overcome what that means to him. His soul lives for yours; it’s overwhelming what you’ve done for him. It’s overwhelming how you make him feel.

He kisses your collarbone softly once again, his heart full. You tilt your head to the side for more, and he gives it to you, kissing up your neck with slow wet kisses.

“Kook,” you exhale gently. You feel him hum against the skin just under your ear. Large palms cup your waist, his body moving closer to yours, trapping your hips against the countertop. Your knife feels loose in your hand when he bites at your skin gently, his tongue brushing over the bite mark afterward.

He stirs something within you. Something that you’ve missed terribly for the past few months. It makes your thighs tremble as he gently caresses your skin under his fingertips.

“The baby—“ you begin, but Jungkook’s motions cut you off yet again when his fingers slowly slide down your front. He’s unsure, his hand hesitating over your skin as his breath stops momentarily in thought.

“Is this okay?” He asks you genuinely. You nearly fall to your knees, dropping your knife onto the board, when his fingers put pressure over your clothed mound. It’s subtle, and much more gentle than what you’re used to with him. You know he’s being cautious, but god did you miss him. “If it’s too much, I’ll pull away.”

You shake your head.

It’s been a long time since the two of you have gotten intimate. Childbirth wasn’t easy, and your doctor just recently gave you two the “ok” for sex. The first time you tried since then wasn’t like what you’re used to with your husband. It was slow and painful, ending with a lot of apologies, embarrassment, and frustration. It’s safe to say that you have to get used to sex all over again.

“No,” you lean against him. “J-Just be gentle. I’m still a little sore.”

“Ok,” he whispers against your neck, kissing it softly. “Just relax for me, baby. I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”

You nod, loosening your nervous shoulders as your husband takes control. He stops swiftly for a second, turning the stove on the lowest setting before looking over his shoulder at his son to ensure he’s still fast asleep. Once he sees that he is, he immediately returns to you.

“So good for me,” he says, slowly circling your clit over your sweats. His other hand squeezes your waist before it moves up, sliding under your shirt and trickling over your breast. You’re wearing a soft bra today—one without an underwire—which makes it easier for him to slide his fingers under.

You whimper when he softly massages your boob, his fingers playing with your nipples gently. Your body, especially your breasts, has become 10x more sensitive since birth. You can feel everything, and everything either hurts or feels really really good. Whenever your husband seems to hold them, you’re a whimpering mess, melting like putty in his arms as he plays with you.

“Sensitive,” Jungkook smiles. His fingers rub harder against you, and you subtly buck your hips against him. His lips graze against your skin, his hair tickling your collarbone as he assaults your neck over and over again. 

“You’re so cute when you’re pregnant,” he rasps against your cheek before planting a sweet kiss upon it. “Wanna see you like that all the time. So full of me — carrying our babies.”

“Jungkook, I—” you whine, grasping onto his wrist. You’re unsure what to do with yourself, wanting him to do so much to you, but not knowing where to start.

The man behind you takes his hand away from your mound, and he chuckles when you whine in protest. But his thumbs hook on your pants and underwear, slowly pulling them down.

“Relax, baby,” he asks again. “I told you, I’m gonna take care of you. Don’t worry.”

His hand slides around your waist again, smoothing over your skin until it’s sliding between your folds. The back of your hand comes up to your mouth as your other grips the countertop for support as he plays with you.

“So wet,” he moans, feeling the effect he’s had on you with his fingers. “This all for me? I’ve barely touched you yet.”

You nod, feeling completely at the mercy of the man behind you. His other hand plays with your nipple again, and you feel another wave of euphoria go straight to your pussy.

His fingers gather your slick generously, smoothing it over your clit before circling it gently. He plays infinities over it, making your knees go weak. It’s getting harder to stay quiet, especially when he pinches your nipple gently, making you gasp at the soreness and pleasure it causes.

“K-Kook,” you whine, but he only chuckles, quickening his motions on your clit as he presses further into you. You can feel his dick strained against his work pants, and the thought of him inside you again makes you feel so needy for him. “Want you,” you pant. “Please.”

“Patience,” he shushes you, kissing your neck surely. “I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

“Wanna cum with you,” you whine in protest.

“You will,” he promises.

You gasp as he switches his finger, his thumb trading places with his middle. It circles over you just the same, except this time, it’s joined by his middle finger slowly inserting itself between your folds.

“Oh,” you exhale, feeling weak when he pumps it in and out of you slowly.

He lets himself test your reactions, seeing if the insertion is too much — if it hurts or feels uncomfortable. It doesn’t seem to be, and he slowly lets his ring finger join with his middle, causing you to roll your eyes back slightly.

“So good for me, baby,” he encourages. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” you reply almost immediately.

He kisses your neck. His lips leave hot, wet marks all over your skin as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. His other hand quickly comes to your waist, stabilizing you as you whimper against the back of your hand, trying your best to keep quiet.

He circles his thumb faster, his fingers circling and brushing against your g-spot in tandem with his movements. You feel your orgasm looming over you, and with a certain pressure against your clit, you’re coming undone just as he said you would all over his fingers.

“There you are,” he coaxes you. You’re a whimpering mess, and he feels his dick twitch at the sight of you falling apart on his fingers. He helps you ride out your high, his fingers very gently brushing over your clit as you come down.

Once you're calmed down, you reach around you, playing with his belt loop as you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him. He looks back down, hesitating again knowing what you want but unsure if it’s too much for you to handle yet.

“What,” he smiles teasingly with a kiss to your forehead.

“I want you,” you candor, looking at up him with pleading eyes.

He kisses your nose. “Are you sure? You said it hurt last time.”

You nod. “Please, Koo,” you beg him.

His chest rises, and he takes a deep breath before he nods, kissing you gently as he unbuckles his belt. He places it on the counter before unzipping himself and pulling his pants down. It springs up, pressing itself against your skin gently. But he takes himself in his hands, hesitantly letting it slide down over your folds. 

“Let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?” He says, lining himself up to you with a few strokes of his cock. God, was he nervous. The last time sex hurt really bad for you, and that was just a week ago. He wonders if the prep was enough; he hopes it was, he really doesn’t want to hurt you again.

You nod, holding onto the countertop again as his tip rubs against your entrance. Your coat his cock in such slickness, even you’re surprised at how much you leak onto him. You miss your husband. You need this bad, and so does he.

“Oh, and try to stay quiet, yeah?” He says with a push of his hips. The motion has him covering your mouth with his hand, shielding your moans quickly. “The baby is still sleeping.”

His dick slips past your folds so smoothly, it has you gasping for breath at how good it feels. It’s nothing like the last time. He’s gentler, but still so so big, he fills you up just right.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your neck once he sheathes himself fully inside of you. The man behind you stills, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of you. He, too feels like he’s had to relearn sex all over again. How to please you right now that your body has changed, how to make sure that you are comfortable with his pace and size. You two haven’t had sex like this in so long, he feels overwhelmed when you feel almost too good for him to control. A part of him is embarrassed by how quickly he thinks he’s going to last. 

“How are you still so tight, hm?” he asks with a firm grip on your hip. “Y-You okay?”

You can only nod, pushing your hips down against him. The motion forces him further into you, to which both of you grunt at the feeling.

Testingly, Jungkook pulls out slowly, before pushing back into you a little quicker than before. You coat him generously, creating a motion that makes it easy for him to repeat. 

He develops a pace, fucking you against the kitchen countertop with your juices leaking all over his cock and down your thighs. The stove is on and your baby still sleeps; there are uncut vegetables in front of you and your husband still wears his work shirt. But he fucks you as if none of that matters. As if his only priority is to make sure you feel good, to let yourself go as he fuck you deep and just how you like it. 

His hand comes off from your mouth and settles on your hip. His other hand wraps around your front, holding you impossibly close against his body.

You moan softly when he bends you over slightly against the countertop, the new angle making it hard for you to stay quiet. But you push your hips against him anyway, telling him without words to go deeper.

The action causes him to moan, following your request with a snap of his hips.

“You like it that much, hm?” He grunts, cock ramming into you. “Like it when I knock you up good?”

“Y-Yes!” You whisper. “I love it so much, Koo.”

“Y-yeah?” He leans over you. A tattooed hand cups over yours, palm embracing the back of your hand as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “Gonna let me do it again?”

“Mmhm,” you squeeze his fingers. “As many times as y-you want.”

“A-Ah,” he pants, mind going into a frenzy over your words. The fact that he is yours, that you are his. That only he can hear you say that. That only he can make you feel this good. That only he has the privilege of calling you his wife. It makes his heart warm and his cock twitch. 

“God, I’m going to ruin you if you say things like that, Y/n,” he warns. But you are relentless, leaning your head back on his shoulder, giving yourself to him further. 

“W-Want you to,” you whimper. “I love you.” 

Your legs shake, completely weak from your past orgasm and your new one forming at the pit of your stomach. His cock makes you feel so full, like you’re stretched to the max capacity as he fucks you good. You know he’s close when his dick twitches inside of you after your words, which only encourages you to gain some strength and begin fucking yourself back on his cock.

“Mm, fuck,” he grips your hips tightly. “M’ gonna cum.”

He quickly reaches around you again, drawing infinities over your clit with his middle finger. His eyes roll back as your cunt naturally tightens at the feeling. Your hips jolt and the knots in your tummy slowly start to unravel themselves onto his dick as you come undone. Just as he had promised, with a final twitch, he’s cumming inside of you with hot, thick ropes filling you up with whispered exhales of your name on his lips.

He lets the two of you catch your breath, his forehead resting on his shoulder before he’s pulling out, shared cum leaking down your thighs and onto the floor. Quickly, he grabs a paper towel from the roll next to the stove and cleans you up a little.

With gentle hands, he helps you back into your sweats before he helps himself into his boxers. He still lingers behind you when he reaches a hand around you and turns the stove on a higher setting once again. 

You turn around, wrapping your hands around his neck as you pull him in for a much-needed kiss. “I love you,” you whisper against him again. His hair falls onto your skin, dark locks intertangling with yours as his fingers come up to hold your face against his. Soft lips sear over yours, telling you things that simply cannot be put into words. 

“I love you, too,” he brushes his nose against yours. “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

You pause, looking up at his dilated pupils. He looks at you like you're his world; like he's given you his heart with the full intent of never receiving it back from you. You nod, kissing him softly again. 

“You should probably wake up your son now,” you poke his cheek.

Looking at the time on the microwave, he snaps out of his daze. “Oh fuck,” he says as his fingers leave your side. You watch him leave you with a chuckle, turning back to your pasta wondering how in the world you go so lucky to marry and mother a kid to this man. You’d truly give him anything he wanted. 

***

[Bonus]

With gentle hands, so big against his baby’s frame, he picks Jaemun up in his arms, holding him against his chest. His dinosaur blanket swaddles him softly, and Jungkook does his best to make sure he’s correctly supported and held despite the extra fabric over his small frame. 

Jaemun stirs, and Jungkook places a soft kiss on his tiny head before he gets the chance to freak out and cry. The baby seems to know exactly who is holding him, and he nearly falls back asleep at the familiarity of his father’s arms. But Jungkook bounces him against his chest softly, slowly waking him up for dinnertime.

He makes his way over to you, making unnecessary airplane noises, from what you assume is Jungkook pretending to be an airplane and his son the passenger.

“You know, babies can’t laugh until they’re about 4 months,” you shake your head with a laugh.

“False,” your husband comes behind you again. “I swear he’s laughed before.”

You chuckle, taking the pan off the stove and pouring the insides into a strainer. Just the noodles are left in the strainer now, and you realize that you haven’t thought past the part of boiling the noodles. You ignore that you have no idea what kind of pasta you’re making when Jungkook rests himself against the kitchen island. 

Jaemun catches sight of you, and his arm reaches for you in Jungkook’s arms. You come over, giving him a kiss on the forehead before kissing your husband.

“Were you serious?” your husband asks you suddenly. 

“About?” you raise your eyebrow. 

“You know,” he gulps, holding Jaemun a little tighter. He rests against Jungkook's shoulder, his eyes tempting to fall back asleep again. “More kids.” 

You raise both your eyebrows again, looking at him as if he was serious. Your heart beats faster when he realizes what you’re thinking, quickly rephrasing himself. 

“N-Not now, of course,” he gulps. 

You turn around, opening the fridge for some milk for Jaemun as you listen to him. You take out a pot, take the cased breast milk from earlier, and pour it in, turning on the stove afterward. 

“I just mean, like, in the future,” he explains.

There’s a long pause as you wait for the pot to heat up enough. The man behind you is weak, and you don’t know if you want to be mean and give him the blunt answer, or soften the blow. Watching how he cradles your son makes you want to go with the first choice. 

“Don’t you worry Jeon,” you start, as you stir the contents in the pot. You can hear him gulp behind you. “I planned on giving you as many babies as you want. But at least wait until Jaemun is in pre-school or something. I don’t think I can handle two infants at once.” 

You hear little from him at your answer, leaving you smirking knowing full well that you put the man behind you in a frenzy imagining the future you just laid out for him.

***

[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

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Road head always a win🙈🤝

SATIVA. jjk

Synopsis: you ended up high and horny out of your mind at your guys’ families new years dinner party, your husband helps you out and takes you for a late night car quickie.

Genre: married au! established relationship!

Pairing: husband!Jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: car sex, porn without plot, blowjob, riding, unprotected sex (wrap it up bro.) pet names, belly bulge, usage of weed, dirty talk, creampie.

Wc: 3.2k⭐️

a/n: roller coaster writing this, who would’ve thought I would be writing 3k words of jus smut whatyoumeannn... Anywho enjoy🍪!!

You were horny. and just a tad bit high. (A lot)

 

Here you were, sitting down at the dinner table with both of your families for New Year's dinner. Pussy dripping wet looking at your husband dressed in all black chatting it up with your cousin, who’s higher than a kite. When Mila recommended a cousin walk outside, you seriously didn’t think about her pulling out a joint.

Your thighs press together under the table, your fork moves around your half-eaten plate, and your stomach is full of all the chips you stole from your nieces earlier.

Jungkook's tattooed hand makes its way to your bare thigh, giving it a small squeeze and making you shift slightly on your chair. Seriously, the only thing you could think of right now was Jungkook fucking you on any possible surface. And honestly, you wanted to physically and mentally slap yourself for how inappropriate your thoughts were around your entire family, but you seriously couldn’t give a single fuck.

Your panties stick to your core from how wet you are; your hand rests on top of jungkooks, you move it upwards to your inner thigh, making his head snap towards yours and raising an eyebrow at you with a sly smirk.

You honestly didn’t care what he did; you just needed something to relieve the growing ache between your legs. His index finger moves towards your pussy slit over your lace panties. He chuckles under his breath before removing his finger and pulling down your dress to lay back to its original length before continuing to eat with a small smirk on his face.

You mentally roll your eyes, your center and underwear partially drench, thighs press together under the table, looking for some type of friction to control the throbbing and tension your pussy is going through.

You look over at your husband's side profile, your mouth watering from how his jaw clenches as he talks to your dad about work, but all everyone is saying it’s coming one ear out the other. Your head is foggy and dizzy from the weed you inhaled not even an hour ago, mixed with all the unexplainable things you want to do to the men speaking to your dad. You don’t miss the small smirk his lips carry, which makes you want to slap it right off.

“Anyone who hasn’t drinked yet, can you guys pick up more alcohol before the clock ticks 12?” Jungkook's uncle says this as he’s just coming out of the kitchen with the last two beer bottles in hand.

“I’ll go,” Jungkook says before standing up in his chair and resting his hand on your shoulder. “Let’s go, baby.” He whispers into your ear. Sending shocks to your center, your pussy clenches over nothing but his voice. You rise from your chair as Jungkook hands you your purse and cell phone. “We’ll be back,” your husband says before opening the front door and letting you pass first.

You are met with the cold air immediately, you and Jungkook rush to his car parked in front of the neighbor's house. He presses a button on the keys, opening the car door for you. Jungkook waits until you are seated before shutting the door and walking to the driver's seat.

“God was on my side.” You huff when Jungkook shuts the door behind him and reaches for his seatbelt. Your husband chuckles softly, looking at how your hands cover your clothed pussy. “That horny?” Jungkook starts the car, making the auto-lighting system light up automatically. The same goes with the song you last played, which plays from the car speaker that’s connected to your phone. Your husband pulls out the parking spot, driving down the street.

"Fuck—high and horny.” You reach for his hand that rests on the gear shift, bringing it to your aching center. “Why didn’t you finger me under the table?” You whine, pouting.

“They were kids around my love.” His middle finger slowly moves on your clothed clit. “Fuck em, kids—mhm,” you moan when his hand disappears into your underwear. Jungkook chuckles.

“You’re soaking, baby.” His fingers move around your pussy spreading your wetness all over your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, your eyes closing at the sensation you’ve been craving. He pulls his hand out, making you gasp at the loss of pleasure. Opening your eyes, you see Jungkook sucking on the fingers that were just on you.

“Stop teasing,” you whine. Jungkook loved how you got whenever you were horny from getting high, how you would whine and beg for him to fuck you, and how seriously you would let him do whatever he wanted to you. "Baby, can’t I’m driving?” he motions to the empty street he’s driving down on.

You bite your lips, containing your small whine, before pulling down your lace underwear and undoing your belt. “What are you doing?” Jungkook looks at you quickly before focusing back on the road.

You don’t reply; instead, you reach for the zipper of his slacks, pulling down and palming him over his underwear. “Fuck” Jungkook's hand grips tightly on the steering wheel. throwing silent curses at how your hands work on his underwear. You slowly pull down his boxers, letting his cock slap on his abdomen.

“I love your cock,” you giggle before kissing the tip, making Jungkook bite down on his lip. You bend over, your ass in the air, wrapping your hands over his now-hard cock. Your two hands barely covering half of his length, “fuck so big.” You whisper.

“Gonna suck daddy’s cock?” Jungkook's unoccupied hand collects your perfectly curled hair into a messy ponytail. "Mhm,” you hum while leaving small kitten licks all over his cock. Jungkook moans softly. He loves it when you suck him off. He knew you were good with your mouth when he first kissed you, but since the first time you got on your knees, the last thread of dignity he had snapped.

Without any further warning, your mouth takes his cock down your throat, making Jungkook groan on top of you. “Fuck taking my cock like a good girl, you are, huh?” Your head bobs up and down, taking as much of him as you can, and your hands take whatever can’t fit into your mouth. Your tongue works by circleling on the tip as you bob your head.

Jungkook's grip tightens around the black steering wheel, trying to remain focused on the road, your thighs pressing together, softly moaning with your mouth full of him, sending vibrations all over his throbbing cock.

You come back for air as you watch saliva drip down Jungkook's balls. You spit on his cock, tapping his length on your pouted lips before wrapping your lips over his length once again.

“So fucking hot with your mouth is stuffed with my cock princess.” Jungkook pushes your head down a little bit with his hand, making you gag on his cock. Your eyes water. Your hands lay on his hip bones, stopping him from pushing his hips forward, which didn't do anything to stop him.

His breathing became faster as he stared in front of him at the lonely road, stealing quick glances at your ass and at you, whose eyes are closed and cheeks puffed out, taking him as much as your mouth and throat could allow you.

Wet sounds are heard within the car with every bob of your head. “My—” Your husband's hips buck forward,

“fucking—“ thrust, “mouth.” another thrust, making his cock hit the back of your throat once again. He pulls on your hair upwards, popping his cock out of your mouth, and breathing heavily.

Jungkook doesn’t even think twice before pulling over to the side of the road, putting the car in park, adjusting his seat, and reaching for you, placing you over his lap. Before wiping off the dripping drool down your face, along with tears you didn't notice had shed down your puffed-out cheeks,.

“So messy!" you giggle while sticking your tongue out. Small strings of saliva and pre cum bubble up in your mouth. “And so hot.” He runs his finger over your bottom lip, groaning softly as he watches you swallow.

Jungkook grips your neck before putting his lips on top of yours. "Mhm,” you moan as the grip on your neck tightens. Your cunt is soaked, your juices running down your inner thighs silently, praying it doesn’t go on the seats. You slightly grind your hips, causing his cock to brush past your folds, making you clench over nothing.

"Gonna fuck you so hard, baby.” He whispers into your mouth; his tongue travels inside your mouth; the kiss becomes more intense and sloppy, making you gasp for air.

Your hands tug on his perfectly styled hair, pulling him closer to you. His hands make their way to your ass, squeezing roughly. You adjust yourself before reaching for his aching cock and lining it up to your entrance. "I need to feel you inside me, baby,” you tap his cock on your sensitive, neglected clit.

"Fuckk—" you sink down on his cock, your acrylic nails clinging to Jungkook's shoulders. His cock sliding in with ease, given how drenched you were. “Such a fucking tight pussy.” Jungkook mewls loudly, throwing his head back.

Your teeth bite on your bottom lip, trying to contain the pornographic moan you want to let out, as Jungkook chuckles at how your eyes roll to the back of your head when his cock molds your pussy, hitting your spot perfectly.

Your sopping walls wrap around Jungkook's cock tightly, and squelching sounds make their way to your guy's ears after you slowly grind on him. ‘Sativa’ by Jhené Aiko fills the car, making Jungkook chuckle.

"Great timing.” He sucks and nips at your neck. “I say we go ten rounds,” you joke, but half seriously, sending Jungkook a small pout, which he only kisses off. “Quickie, princess.” Your husband lifts his hips up slightly. “Oh fuck,” a small, strained moan comes out of you.

The tight feeling stays on your lower belly as you control yourself to not jump on his dick at that very moment, wanting this to last longer. Your boyfriend's hands rest on your thighs, pulling up the black dress you are wearing, giving both of you access to see his cock buried deep into your soaked cunt.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groans, his thumb flicking your swollen bud. "Fuck,” you spasm.

Jungkook laughs loudly. “You’re acting like I didn’t pound you dumb before dinner.” He moves your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your pierced ear, and gives you a chaste kiss on your cheek. Sending tons of small butterflies flying around your tummy, even in moments like this where he can be deep inside you, where his eyes pierce through you and he says the most dirty things to you, he can still make you feel like just a girl who has a huge crush on a boy in her class.

"Mhm—cock too good." You pout as you slowly rise up, leaving only his red tip in you, before dropping down roughly, shoving his cock deep into your cunt. “Ah~” a high-pitched moan leaves your lips. “Shit so deep.” You look down where you both connect, your slick all over Jungkook's thighs and cock. The bulge that pokes in your lower belly, indicating Jungkook's dick, has your husband pressing his palm lightly on it. 

“Ride me, baby,” he ordered, giving your thighs a little squeeze as a green light for you to go. Your hands grip on the leather head restraint, and your fingers dig into the material while you plant your feet on the seat before jumping up and down his cock, molding your wet gummy walls. 

An immense pleasure shoots through your entire body, letting your mouth fall wide open. “Shit shit shit, ah,” a choked moan leaves your mouth as your legs slightly shake. “Good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.” Jungkook breathes out. His eyes close as you bounce on him, and small grunts and moans will slip past his lips anytime you clench around him.

Your movements didn’t falter at all; instead, they grew faster and more hurriedly. Jungkook leaned back, his hands behind his head, as he watched your every movement. Your eyes are closed while your mouth hangs open, drool slowly accumulating on the side of your mouth and threatening to spill. Your tits were bouncing in your tight mini dress, which Jungkook had bought you a while back. The strapless dress gives him a perfect view of your neck and collarbone.

His pointer and middle finger pull on the dress, revealing your perky tits. His mouth attaches itself to your left nipple, sucking and licking. A sweet little cry leaves your lips as you bounce on his cock. Your fingers entangle themselves in Jungkook's raven hair, tugging slightly.

His tongue circles around your nipple before sucking and biting, sending electric shocks down to your core, where your cunt is filled up to the brim. “Taking me so well, baby,” he says, popping one of your nipples out of his mouth and watching as they bounce in front of him alongside your hurried pace.

Your knees buckle, making you lose your balance, and you fall on the horn of the steering wheel, causing a big, loud beep and making you shriek loudly.

“Oh shit," Jungkook reacts quickly and pulls you into him, both of your chests rumbling with laughter. “You’re so dumb.” Your husband laughs into your messy hair as you try your best to contain the laugh you want to let out. “I say we go to the back.” You suggest pointing to the empty seats in the back while Jungkook accommodates your hair.

—

You both jump to the back space, which is kind of crowded, making it kind of hard for you both to get adjusted.

“What position?” He asks as he squeezes and massages your ass, leaving you with red marks. “Doggy.” You pout. "Please," you drag out, making him laugh before he makes a motion with his finger, as in telling you to flip over. “On all fours, princess,” he chuckles at your overexcitement.

You position yourself on all fours on the leather seats, wiggling your ass in the air and earning yourself a hard spank. “Agh~” you squeal from the sudden sharp pain, soon replaced with pleasure as Jungkook's rough hands massages the smooth red skin, soothing it.

“Put it in.” You whine, moving yourself backwards, only for Jungkook to grip your waist, stopping you. “So impatient, princess,” he says, grabbing the base of his cock and running it through your folds.

He brings his left-hand fingers up to his mouth before spitting and spreading it all over your cunt.

His finger tip slowly pushes his cock into you. Your teeth bite on your lower lip as he enters you, inch by inch. Jungkook has always been big, but in this position, his dick reaches deeper spots in you that have you clenching.

“Stop clenching; you are pushing me out, amor." Your husband kisses your shoulder blade as a way for you to ease up. 

“Too big,” you gasp as his length fills you up. The slight burn has your eyes rolling back. “You can take it.” Jungkook leaves a soft kiss on your back before snapping his hips into you.

“Fuckk,” you squeak as his hips meet your ass; he doesn't hold back and thrusts into you at a fast pace. You silently cringe at the thought of the car rocking, but at the moment, you couldn’t care less. 

“You take my cock so good, baby,” a spank is delivered on your ass, a loud moan rips out of you, his movements never halting whatsoever. His balls hit your clit with every thrust he makes.

Yours and Jungkook's noises mix together with the sound of skin slapping against each other. Your mouth hangs open, and with hundred percent certainty, drool is dripping out of your mouth. Your mind is hazy from the immense pleasure you’re feeling at the moment.

“faster fuck.” You rasp out, 

Instead of going faster, your husband stops his movements completely before pulling out, leaving you a whining mess. He gets a hold of your waist before flipping you over; he puts you on top of his lap. He lightly pushes you, and your back hits the car armrest pad. He lifts your legs up.

“Hold.” Jungkook motions to your legs, and you wrap your arms around the back of your thighs. “Good girl.” He rasps out, spitting on your cunt, before sliding his cock into your soaked center. 

“So fucking tight, shit,” he chuckles, along with a shaky breath. He didn’t waste time before pulling out and slamming himself back into you over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth hangs open, and your chest rises and falls repeatedly.

Jungkook pounds into you rapidly, making you try to catch your breath. Each thrust feels like getting the wind knocked out of you. Your nails dig into your skin, leaving crescent moons on your skin. "Gonna'cum,” you cry out small tears well up in your eyes with each slam of his hips.

“Hold it.” Jungkook groans; your pussy clenches around him, taking him deeper. His eye vision falls to where your bodies connect, watching as his cock slams in and out of your cunt has him throwing his head backwards.

“Can’t. Gonna’cum baby,” you laugh through a choked moan. Your legs tremble in your arms, and tears run down your cheeks, ruining your mascara and eyeliner.

Jungkook's thumb makes contact with your clit, applying pressure and rubbing furiously. "Ah, too much,” you spasm, crying out every possible curse word you could think of at that very moment. 

“That’s it, baby, cum around my cock,” Jungkook hisses. That’s all it took for the final string to snap completely and come down. Your vision fills with small white spots, and you slap a hand over your mouth, silencing the scream you let out.

Jungkook continues to plunge into you at a more rapid speed.You clench tightly around Jungkook's cock, pushing him to the edge. “Gon fill you up with my cum baby.” He cries, before thrusting two final times before shooting his seed deep inside of you. 

A warm and gooey feeling shoots through your body as your body goes limp in your husband's hands. Both of your guys chest heaves trying to catch your breath.

“I think I just passed out.” You joke, breathing heavily. which earns a small laugh from your husband.

Jungkook pulls you up from your current position; your head buries itself in the crook of his neck, with his cock still deep inside you. “You good?” He rubs your back, to which you only reply with a small hum.

A couple minutes passed before you looked up at your husband, whose eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, the small sheen of sweat on his forehead giving him a natural glow.  You looked around, noticing the windows fogged up. You slowly reach to the window drawing a small heart, then pressed your small palm against the glass.

“That’s cute.” Jungkook murmurs underneath you, and a small smile makes its way to your lips. “Think so?” You chime up like a child in a candy store. He nods his head as you reach to prep kisses all over his face, his eyes fluttering closed. 

 “Thank you.” You whisper into his mouth. “For what, baby?” He looks at you confused, as in what you're thanking him for.

“For fucking me, duh.” You playfully pout your lips, widening your eyes. "Oh, please, I can do that for hours without you having to ask me to, baby.” Jungkook laughs before leaving a big, fat kiss on your lips.

"Okay, but serious talk, it’s ten minutes before twelve,” he points to the car touchscreen. “Oh shit.” Your eyes widened.

Let’s just say you ended up welcoming the new year in your guys car.

#jungkook #jungkook fanfic

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Me when I see an authors story banner and it has a dainty, pale white girl :

Standing on BUSINESS cause I ain't reading that shit, something abt it screams "cheeks as red as a tomato." The inclusiveness on this app sucks 😭

#bts #jungkook x reader #bts army #these authors suck might just write for my niggas only😭