#ckhaine 𓃭

[ckhaine]

𖥻 INKED 18+ content

pairings : soft dom!jungkook x reader genres : smut [m]

ᯓ lyrics “I told her if she love me she’ll get my name tattooed on her booty,”

warnings : vulgar language, jk js loves ass, ass slapping, both having a tattoo of each other's names, doggy ♡, unprotected sex (but he pulls out, be like jk)

c̲k̲haine hi, first post on here. enjoy, lemme know your thoughts :)

ignore spelling/grammar mistakes if you spot one.

“C’mon baby, be patient f’me,” he says, voice smooth and deep. Jungkook rubs his thumb over the cursive tattoo of his name right under your plump cheek, tonguing and nudging his lip piercings at the sight.

You got a tattoo of his name about two weeks ago, having it in a pretty, cursive font. You love it, Jungkook does too.

It’s the first, and only, tattoo you have and will ever get. Jungkook has a sleeve on his right arm, and you think it’s beautiful, but you never considered decorating your skin with ink.

However, whenever you saw your name on a specific part of his wrist, you were only pushed closer to getting one. Just for him. Now that you have one, it’s become one of Jungkook’s biggest fixations.

“Arch your back.” He urges, a large palm on your ass, the other stroking your smooth back. You obey, arching your back more, until you feel the hand that was on your back push your head against the pillows. “Look how pretty you look, hm? My pretty baby.” He smiles, dropping a kiss on your shoulder blade.

You moan, slightly pushing yourself back to feel your rear against his pelvis, growing frustrated by the thin fabric hiding his rock-hard cock. “Mmf—please. Need you in me, so bad,” you plead.

Gladly, he’s not all that bad⎯so he pushes down his Calvin Klein boxers with a hand, his thick cock springing up, pearls of pre-cum dripping from the tip. “Yeah? Need this lil’ pussy filled?” He asks, pressing his thumb against your entrance. “Mmm, yes, ‘m so empty.” You breathe out.

So cute, Jungkook could only think, shoving two fingers into your dripping hole, effortlessly caressing your g-spot, curling his fingers and sliding out, pushing them back in right before they leave your cunt. “So wet, baby,” Jungkook says, voice diverting into a low moan. “Mhm, jus’ for you, baby,” you state.

“Good girl.” He sighs, fingers parting from your pussy to replace them with his cock, tapping the fat tip against your folds, rubbing up and down. Fescennine noises fill the bedroom, emitting a loud moan from you when it latches onto the rim, sinking into you slowly. “Shit.” You respire, jolting when a smack lands on your poor, plump cheek. “Language.” Jungkook reminds, harsh and strict.

You could easily cum right here, right now, but you know better. You tip your head back, biting your lip and bouncing on his cock, the sounds of his balls against your ass loud.

You’re more than turned on by the sounds of his grunts, whispers and praises, along with the wet squelching of your pussy. “Sorry,” you whisper. He gives you an approving hum, leaning forward, chest brushing against your back and bottoming out, to press a kiss on your neck.

“You’re so pretty, y’know that? Such a pretty lil’ thing,” he says.

Soon enough, he’s pounding you into the mattress, lidded eyes shifting between your fucked-out expression, and the ink of his name on your ass. His breathy moans and grunts mix with your dumb blabbers, feeling you release your built-up high, to which he follows right after, pulling out and stroking his thick, swollen shaft.

He shoots his heavy load, getting his cum all over your rear, back and on that tattoo.

© ckhaine 2024.

#ckhaine 𓃭 #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut

[ckhaine]

𖥻 THREE 18+ content

pairings : ex-boyfriend!jk soft dom!jk sub!reader genres : smut [m]

playing: love in the sky by the weeknd. “But I’m sure I’ll make you cum, do it three times in a row.”

content : vulgar language, jk’s a wee bit mean, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating, belly bulge;), he still refers to himself as her boyfriend (...yay!)

c̲k̲haine ok nother post. i’m tired (faded) so high chance of it sucking ass

do me a favour and ignore spelling/grammar mistakes if you spot one!

“Jungkook, i’s too much!” You hiccup, your fingers digging into his strong biceps, while his own two work in between your poor, weary thighs. “Take it, baby, c’mon, I know y’can.” Jungkook cajoles, voice rough yet soothing and reassuring as he stares down at your little cunt, all wet and coated with your previous release.

You shake your head rapidly, wanting to push him away due to the overstimulation but also awakening a craving for another orgasm. The little, soft moans and pleas you let out butter him up, slowing the pace and rhythm his digits had once steadied with. “Mm, too much, hm? Can’t take what your boyfriend gives ya?” His voice’s rather mocking, mean and, still, hoarse.

He tilts his head up, pressing his damp forehead against your own, connecting his pouty lips with yours. You moan, thrash yourself but he’s much stronger, bigger and easily manages to hold you down.

“Why you runnin’ for?” Jungkook asks, being the little shit he is and feigning innocent confusion.

Running from your pleasure is the clear opposite of what you’re doing, you and Jungkook both know that. Your body jolts, a gasp of his name slipping past your pump lips as you spurt all over his hand, onto the sheets. Staring up at him with those pretty, teary eyes, he chuckles lowly and kisses your forehead.

Jungkook, kindly, removes his fingers from your pussy to give you a little break. He leans down, pressing kisses on your inner thighs, whispering sweet nothings about how good you’re doing, how much he’s missed you.

You whimper, squeezing your thighs together, nose scrunching at the stickiness. “Shhh clean y’up soon, baby. We ain’t inna rush.” He chortles, ridding himself of his thin, gray sweats, tossing them God knows where on the floor. Then he tugs his CK boxers down under his throbbing balls, a leak of his pre-cum present on the white material. “Tsk, see what you do t’me?”

“Mhm…” you sweetly hum out. “Need you in me, ‘m so wet,” you say, voice so soft Jungkook could be convinced you’re just telling him a sweet lullaby. “I know, could feel it.” He smiles.

Pressing the fat, swollen tip against your leaky entrance, happy to be met with zero resistance. Sinking in his inches slowly, Jungkook rocks his hips back and forth, watching your perky tits bounce at the moment.

“Best lil’ pussy.” He moans. His large hands fly to your hips, keeping you nice and steady. “Good girl, take it, baby. Feel me here, hm?” He asks. Taking your small hand to press down on your tummy, emitting the most pornographic moan that makes his dick twitch.

A few little strokes and spasms around his cock make him cum, shooting the thick, heavy load into you, reaching your third orgasm of the night. Your ex-boyfriend chuckles, a cocky smile playing on his lips.

“How many times did you come?”

“Three. Three times.”

© ckhaine 2024.

#ckhaine 𓃭 #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut

[ckhaine]

𖥻 CARNIVAL 18+ content

pairings : jungkook x reader genre : m smut, fluff + fwb au

playing carnival by ¥$, rich the kid, playboi carti “Bend her over, havin’ flashbacks, she gon’ eat me up like a carnivore.”

content : vulgar language, sexual themes, blowjob, fingering, doggy, they js talk a lot :))

c̲k̲haine gotta get started on montréal... sorry this took so long, been busy and stressed

ignore grammar mistakes if you stumble across one

You were settled between Jungkook’s legs, sucking his dick like your life depended on it. Your knees dig into the softness of the mattress, your hands wrapped around the length that you couldn’t fit down your throat. “Yeah, baby, jus’ like that.” Jungkook groans, a tattooed hand pushing your head down further.

Gagging, tears cling onto the brim of your waterline, smudging the mascara on your lashes. “Mmpf—” You moan around his throbbing cock, bringing your head up, keeping the pink tip in your mouth to swirl your tongue around it, all over the slit.

Jungkook’s eyelids droop, staring down at you as a haze of ardour clouded his brain. “Up.” He hails, having a fist full of your hair, and bringing your head away from his pelvis.

“Can’t fuckin’ listen when I tell you t’do somethin’? Pussy ‘n brain too empty?” He mocks, thick brows furrowed.

“Yeah,” you say softly, batting your wet lashes at him sarcastically. “Fill me up—please, ‘m tired.”

He rolls his eyes, but he still takes your lack of energy into care.

“You’ll sleep good after this, baby, trust me.” He grins, hooking a tattooed arm under your leg and turning you over, your cheek against the white pillow. “Ah, look at that… my favourite view.” Jungkook chuckles, running a hand over your bare ass.

A sharp sting against your skin makes you yelp, body jolting forward, though a large hand on your hip tugs you back. “C’mon, behave.” He orders, voice dropping lower than before, his dialect seeping though which doesn’t help the huge wet spot on your panties.

You huff. “Shut up ‘n just fuck me, Jungkook.”

Your words make Jungkook let out a throaty chortle. “Already wet? All f’me, sugar?” Jungkook runs his thumb against your puffy clit to your entrance, leaking essences. He pushes in two fingers, letting out a hum of content.

“Fuck!” You moan, arching your back lower. “Yes, fuck. Right there!” A gasp falls from your plump lips, mouth agape as he curls his fingers against your g-spot, inching you closer to an orgasm.

However, your long-awaited release is ripped away as soon as he, not so kindly, retreats his fingers.

“Oops, sorry. Did that do sum’?” He asks, feigning innocence. The way your eyes rolled made him snort, tonguing his piercings as he holds his thick shaft in an inked hand, slapping your ass cheek, mesmerized as a ripple awakens.

Slowly, he adds inch by inch into you, meeting no resistance as you suck him in. Rocking his hips forward, Jungkook lets out a groan, watching you throw your head back.

Taking the opportunity, he grabs a fist full of your hair, tugging your head back and pounding into you. Dazed and caught in such strong lust. “Fuck, fuck—fuck!”

It doesn’t take long before he’s bottoming out. And due to sensitivity on both sides, you’re soon crumbling as he follows along. “Fuck, where do I come?” He asks hastily, cock twitching as he lets go of your hair.

“Inside, ‘m on the pill.” You moan.

Hot, thick ropes of cum coat your walls, slipping out once he’s finished. He collapses beside you, making the mattress shake underneath a body full of muscle.

“Stay here. I’ll clean you up, baby.”

© ckhaine 2024

#ckhaine 𓃭 #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut

[ckhaine]

O2, sweven | montréal

ᝰ playing montreal by the weeknd. pairing badboy!jk x afab reader genres best friends + fluff angst smut

as you are by the weeknd “show me your broken heart and all your scars.”

( intro ) montréal﹕where you and your best friend want to help each other, but don't want to accept it, leading to complications, hurt and a strong sexual desire.

ch. content MATURE, vulgar language, JK’s a lil mean at the start, self-harm, daddy issues and mommy issues on JK’s end, underage usage of drugs, very light degradation, reader’s soft and caring here, unprotected sex ...

may contain some grammar mistakes, please ignore them!

send your thoughts · montréal mlist

> nother chapter :)) had fun writing this, actually, despite the aches in my hands but i’m hoping it payed off ;; my tumblr has been quiet so i’m praying this brings some activity here, js trying to clean up the cobwebs in my blog. ok bye ♡

ㅤㅤ“Jungkook!” You quietly shout, aware of the large crowd of students in the halls but they’re slowly leaving to their classes.

Walking towards Jungkook who’s busy looking into his locker, getting the books and tools he needs, he turns his head towards you with a raised brow.

Instantly, your hands are all over his face, cupping his cheeks and turning his head side-to-side, checking for any signs of possible harm that could’ve happened overnight.

Jungkook grunts, eyes darkening as his head jerks back, avoiding your touch which does, in fact, hurt your heart quite a bit. “I’m fine.” He tells you what you want to hear, just sternly. Your eyes shine with a small, doubtful twinkle.

“You promise?” You ask, and though it sounds childish, you really want to trust him. “Yeah.”

He won’t tell you about the deep wounds aching his wrist, ones that he caused but he had no part in the reason. Luckily, his arms are hidden underneath the loose, black jacket worn. Jungkook clears his throat, diverting his focus to shoving the necessities into his black school bag.

“Why didn’t you answer my text last night? Actually, I think I texted you, like, five times…? Called, even,” you softly mention, gawking at him like an idiot.

Pathetic. You felt pathetic. There’s no sparkle in his eyes, lacking the warmth they always held. You felt cold, no longer warm. Maybe because his body wasn’t pressed against yours, hugging you tight in his arms, or maybe it’s because you felt like you were begging to be noticed.

You never felt like this before. Makes you wonder why he’s the one making you feel this horrible when you’re staring at your heart in his hands.

His expression remains blank, cold. Almost like he doesn’t want to talk to you. But, why? You quickly look away from him, fiddling with the small pockets of your jeans, and the hoops of your belt. Your thumb traces the tiny diamonds that shine against the thin band.

“No. I wasn’t able to pay my phone bill. I’m going t’class, see y’later.” He brushes you off like you’re nothing but a speck of dust, shutting his locker and walking off.

Leaving you all alone in the quiet, empty hall.

ㅤㅤWiping the white, powdery remainders from his nose, Jungkook lets out a loud cough as he tips his head back onto the back of the couch, letting out a heavy sigh. Just as he’s about the shut his eyes and shift into a world he’ll never experience, there’s loud knocking on the door.

He shoots up, hand hastily dusting off the cocaine on the coffee table before he stumbles towards the door. A shaky hand twists the chipped, faux golden knob, and he’s so close to shutting the door.

Did he want to shut the door out of shame or spite? Spite… what’d you do to deserve that?

“Hi, Kook.” You smile, hands rubbing at your sides, the thick sweater you're wearing not doing enough to protect your skin from the cold night. “What d’you want?” Jungkook breathes out, eyes hazy of the high rushing through his veins.

You shrug, glancing behind his shoulder, into the small home he lives in. Fuck, can you even call it his “home” when all that happens is arguments between him and his parents?

Sighing, a semi-transparent cloud of air forming in the cold, you part your lips to speak. “Wanted to check up on you. Your parent’s home?” You ask, raising a brow in query. “Mom’s passed out, dad hasn’t been home in days. So, uhh, no.” He says with a dry chuckle, letting you in.

ㅤㅤHopefully his brother isn’t bothered by his headboard rocking against the wall. Jungkook’s lips slide against yours, dipping his tongue in your mouth, swallowing your loud moans and whimpers of his name. His knees dig into the firm yet soft mattress, breaking the kiss to watch the way his cock disappears into your dewy folds.

“This your way of checkin’ up on me, huh?” Jungkook comments, making you roll your eyes in annoyance, yet they roll into the back of your head as the tip of his cock kisses your sweet spot. “Pfft, f-fuck you.” You falter.

He lets out an airy breath, straightening his posture so he’s no longer hovering over you. “I’m already fuckin’ you, baby. Don’t be greedy. Take what I give you,” he says in a sarcastic, mocking tone.

Asshole.

Jungkook’s large hands cup your hips, his thumb gently brushing over your pretty, moisturized skin. The soft, warm light of the lamp on his nightstand grazes against your skin, making the sparkle of the tears in your eyes brighter. Making his pride much, much higher.

“Yes, yes, yes—” You gasp, eyes wide and round while he roughly trusts into you; like he’s using you for his own pleasure yet that’s all you want.

A knot forms in your stomach, causing you to throw your head onto the large, white pillow behind you. The scent of musky cologne, shower gel and cigarettes lingers on his pillow. The same scent that lingers on his clothes—the comforting one that’s embedded into his skin.

You let out a loud whine, one that’s close to a scream while you come undone. Your thighs shake as your nails claw into Jungkook’s skin, knowing you're leaving red crescent moons. Long, red lines on his tan skin.

It triggers his release, burying himself inside you as deep as he can as his shaft twitches, his face tucked into the crook of your neck, feeling your hand present at the back of his head. Your fingers tangled within his dark strands due to the sensitivity.

Jungkook flops down beside you, on his back, panting and licking his lower lip. One of his arms is tossed over your torso, the bandages you had put on his wrists covering up last night’s misery.

“I’m sorry,” you abruptly say, glancing over at him with sad eyes. The hand over your torso shifts, moving up to sensually brush his fingers against your cheek. “I-I hate that this happens to you—it’s so messed up ‘n I—”

“Baby, enough.” He sighs, leaning over to plant kisses all over your sweet face, hoping to kiss away that frown that’s on your lips. “It’s not your fault. I’m right here, no? Breathing, alive... I’m okay.”

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[ckhaine]

montréal | j.jk mature series.

ᝰ playing montreal by the weeknd. pairing badboy!jk x afab reader genres best friends + fluff angst smut

( intro ) montréal﹕where you and your best friend want to help each other, but don't want to accept it, leading to complications, hurt and a strong sexual desire.

warnings. dead dove, vulgar language, drugs, alcohol, sexual themes, sh, violence... status ─ upcoming, ongoing

𓃭 ꪑontréal chapters | smut angst fluff

O1 : intro: Montréal f a · “Happiness exists; when you don’t know a thing.”

O2 : Sweven a s · “Show me your broken heart and all your scars.”

O3 : Metanoia a f s · “This mental pressure got me popping pills, but I’m into it.”

O4 : Súton. a f s · “‘Cause I’m not as hard as I make it seem to be.” +

© ckhaine 2024.

#ckhaine 𓃭 #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jeongguk smut #jeongguk fluff #jeongguk angst #bts x you #bts imagine #bts fanfic

[ckhaine]

O1, intro: montréal | montréal

ᝰ playing montreal by the weeknd. pairing badboy!jk x afab reader genres best friends + fluff angst smut

( intro ) montréal﹕where you and your best friend want to help each other, but don't want to accept it, leading to complications, hurt and a strong sexual desire.

ch. content MATURE, vulgar language, suggestive speech, the beginning of their friendship which takes place in high school, namjoon cameo, degradation, mention of alcoholism, weed, a small argument between jk n joon, daddy issues, usage of weed while being underage ...

may contain some grammar mistakes, please ignore them!

send your thoughts · montréal mlist

> hello, first chapter to montréal, are we excited? would love to know your thoughts. have fun reading this mess, love you!

“… But, common sense, why would I give someone weed for free all ‘cause we have a mutual friend, y’know what I mean? I don’t even know them yet they're talking like we’re all cool. Like, seriously man!” Christian blabbers to Jungkook, using an unnecessary amount of hand gestures.

The words go through one of his ears and right out the other.

Jungkook’s too busy gawking at the beautiful girl two desks away from him, watching you lean to the side to grab something out of your black bag, plump tits tight within the white blouse required for the school uniform, looking like the buttons are close to busting.

Christian nudges his arm, raising a brow. “Hey, do you even hear me?” He frowns, earning a heart-breaking, neglectful wave from Jungkook who brushes him off. “Yeah, no, I agree—the prices are stupid as hell. Look, I’ma catch y’later, see ya!”

Just like that, he flies out of his chair, leaving his friend sitting all by himself. Jungkook walks towards your desk, clearly his throat and adjusting the tie hanging loose around his neck.

Two large hands are placed on your desk, and you see a tall boy looking down at you.

“Hey, uhhh, think ‘m your partner in science, no? Didn’t know we had a few of the same classes.” You turn your head at the sound of his voice, and Jungkook can feel his heart beating against his rib cage, a bright grin on his lips.

He’s handsome, sucks you didn’t check him out earlier. Taking in his appearance, his messed yet neat slicked-back hair. His white button-up that imprints his defined torso, the black pants paired with simple black shoes.

As if that wasn’t enough, Jungkook has a couple of small moles on his face, and one at the side of his neck that you’d love to kiss. Eyes round and dark, lips thin and smooth. Hands mannish while the prominent veins travel up his arms which makes you pray you’re not leaking onto your seat.

“No, no. I remember you.” You chuckle. “Jungkook, right?” You ask, watching him nod as you hum softly. “Mmm, nice. What's up, need something?”

“Nah, I don’t need nothin’, kinda wanted to talk a little … ‘bout the work, that is. You busy?” He asks, slightly tilting his head to the side in question, lips puckered cutely.

Jesus, he’s perfect.

You shrug, “No, we can talk. ‘M finished my assignments for this class, anyway.”

Fuck, you’re smart too.

+

“Yo, Kook. Who’s that girl you been talking to?” Namjoon grins, a laugh from Christian coming from his side. “Walked past her and lemme tell you, she’s a fuckin’ angel.” He continues.

Jungkook rolls his eyes before glancing both ways in case of a teacher, bringing a joint between his lips once the coast is clear.

He shakes his head, sighing while letting out a light cough. “Yeah? I don’t know, she’s…” Jungkook trails off, chuckling. “She’s beautiful, yeah, but I’on wanna get too close to her,” Jungkook explains yet his brain lags at his own words.

“I don’t wanna care ‘bout her—like, I don’t want her involved in my personal life. If I’m able to avoid her knowing that this is how, more like who I am… that’s what I’ll have t’do.” He sighs, a hand gesturing to himself.

Christian breathes out a cloud of tobacco smoke, raising a brow at his friend. “Why, though? You really think she’d judge you for all of this? I mean, It’s weed, so what?” He asks.

Jungkook shrugs with a light shake of his head. “Drugs,” Jungkook adds. “I don’t see why she wouldn’t. She seems pure ‘n whatever, would probably distance herself from me.”

“Doesn’t mean she is, man,” Namjoon pitches in. Jungkook’s already uninterested. “Haven’t you seen the way she carries herself? Like a lil’ slut but she plays like an angel. She gets along with everyone.” He scoffs.

“Fuck’s she done to you? You’re always sour when one of us got a girl ‘n you don’t, tsk.” Jungkook spits before walking away, leaving Namjoon and Christian looking like a specific duo.

Dumb and dumber.

+

Within a few weeks, you and Jungkook grew closer. He’d be at your house, sometimes sneaking through your window late at night for so-claimed “studying” yet it turned into rambles and convos which made you adore him more and more.

You got to know more about him, like the childhood he’d lived and it hit awfully close to home. Drunk parents, favouritism, a horrible start to depression—you name it. Though it felt embarrassing to admit or to talk about, Jungkook made you comfortable while he soothed your worries and, well, related.

“… I mean, damn, all I do is depend on pills and cigs—weed, too.” You laugh, watching his eyes twinkle with a soft light, perfectly mirroring a dark night with stars. “I’m sorry, weed? Pills? Cigs?” He asks, thick brows scrunched together.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” You pout, “don’t you smoke too?”

Jungkook thickly swallows, muffling out a throaty chuckle as he nods. “Shit, yeah. Wanna tell me how y’figured that out? Was it that obvious?” He asks, accidentally stacking up questions, curiosity and a bit of defeat seeping into his tone.

You look at him like he’s dense, features falling as your laugh dies. “Are you serious? It’s so apparent on your clothes; makes me confused how the fuck your parents never commented on it… well, so you say.” You state in a duh tone, watching his eyes widen and go rounder than they already were. “I—yeah, they never did.” He sighs.

“I mean, shit, why would they care? My dad was the one who introduced me to weed, said it was a “father and son” bonding time when I was younger,” Jungkook states casually; like it was the most normal thing to humankind.

“I’m sorry—retreat. You said your father did what?” You blurt out, eyes wide and potent with crisis.

© ckhaine 2024.

#ckhaine 𓃭 #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut

[ckhaine]

CKHAINE’s centre. caution mature content

jay — she. istp, eng + small french. i write for jungkook, and my content is usually smut and angst !

reqs not open ⋆ don’t modify/translate/repost my work ⋆ only on tumblr

𓃭 ʝ౨ৎ SOLO, TWO-SHOTS | mature angst fluff

▸ INKED m “I told her if she love me she’ll get my name tattooed on her booty.”

▸ THREE m “But I’m sure I’ll make you cum, do it three times in a row.”

▸ CARNIVAL m “Bend her over, havin’ flashbacks, she gon’ eat me up like a carnivore.”

𓃭 ʝ౨ৎ SERIES | mature angst fluff.

▸ MONTRÉAL a s f mlist. ongoing.

© ckhaine 2024.

#ckhaine 𓃭 #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #bangtan