#jungkook husband au

[jungk0oksthighs]

Jungkook drabble – “I couldn’t live without you.”

Ex-husband!jungkook, singleparent!jungkook | Word Count 1.3k

There’s nothing more Jungkook hates than when people ask him why you and he divorced two years ago, because truthfully he doesn’t know what to say. Your relationship was perfect, or at least it would’ve been if it wasn’t for the bickering and disagreements about how your son should be raised. Jungkook is a free spirit, the ‘fun’ parent if you will, and so you’ve always appeared to be the ‘less fun’ parent – the one that scolds and disciplines your son when he misbehaves.

Jungkook lost count of how many times he undermined you and let your son Seol get away with pretty much anything, it was never intentional of course but now he’s no longer in the situation even he can see just how much of an asshole he was to you. But despite how he acted in the past, not a single day goes by where Jungkook doesn’t regret letting you go.

A twelve year old moody Seol appears in the hallway of Jungkook’s modest apartment, holding his overnight bag. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“You can stay here any time,” Kook nods with a reassuring smile, turning back to the television, “Does mom know you’re here?”

“No.”

“Don’t you think you should tell her? I’m sure she’s already worried about you.”

Seol is just like his father, and Jungkook knows he’s the one to blame for that. He lives in the moment with little care for other’s opinion or feelings, he can be selfish and bratty and downright spoiled at the best of times. Just like him. 

Guilt floods your ex-husband’s entire being, if only he’d listened to you for all those years. If only he tried harder, poured more of himself into being a good husband and father instead of simply ‘going with the flow’ and ‘dealing with it later’. Because as you both learned, later never came – He never disciplined Seol, he barely ever backed your corner and accused you of being ‘too harsh with him’ when you tried to. When in reality you were right all along. Your son has an attitude sometimes, one so infuriating that it arguably contributed to the divorce of his parents.

“Seol, come here.” Jungkook’s voice is stern, but it doesn’t spark much of a reaction from his son.

The near-teenager audibly tuts, “Why?”

“Because I’m your father and I asked you to come here, sit with me for a minute.” Thankfully Seol doesn’t put up a fight and makes his way over, slumping down on the armchair next to the older man. “What’s going on? Why are you here and why haven’t you told your mom where you are?”

“She took my laptop off me.”

“And?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide with genuine horror, so this is the biggest problem of today’s youth?

“She caught me on my game at 3AM last night and went psycho—”

“Don’t talk about your mother like that.” Your ex-husband bites, he still respects you and everything you do for Seol far too much to ever allow someone to speak about you that way, never mind your own son, “And you shouldn’t be gaming at 3AM on a school night anyway.”

Seol groans, putting his feet up on the coffee table, “You sound just like her…”

“Put your feet down,” Kook huffs with growing agitation, “And put your coat back back on I’m taking you home.”

“What?! No all my friends are streaming tonight and mom definitely won’t give me my laptop back and the wifi here is—”

“I don’t want to hear it Seol, your mother’s word is final you know how it is. I’m with her on this one you shouldn’t be online at that ridiculous hour, plus you need to apologise to her for running off.”

“Why? You’ve never apologised to her for running off.”

Seol’s words cut him like a knife straight to his heart. Not only is that simply not true, giving that you were the one who filed for divorce, but Jungkook has apologised. Countless times. Repeatedly embarrassing himself when he drunk texts you on the weekends, confessing his love for you that never died.

“Dad…” Seol takes in his father’s silence and tight jaw, immediately regretting his words. He softens, “I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry…”

“Go wait in the car.”

When your ex-husband and son arrive at your doorstep a sea of relief washes over you, Seol didn’t come home after school which sparked your maternal panic. Thank god he’s okay. Jungkook’s hair is longer than the last time you saw him, he offers you an apologetic smile when he steps over the threshold of what used to be your shared home together, closely followed by your son.

“Where have you been?” You’re still worried, only because Seol looks uncomfortable under his father’s unusually stern gaze.

Jungkook clears his throat, nervously scratching the back of his head, “He came to my place after school, we had a chat in the car and Seol has something he needs to say to you. Isn’t that right son?”

“I’m sorry mom.” Seol nods, his voice quiet when he snakes his arms round your middle for a touching embrace, “About last night.”

“It’s okay Seol… But don’t do that to me again I was so worried about you, especially when you didn’t answer your phone.” You half scold, half relax when your hands find purchase on your son’s back. He’s okay. “Have you eaten? I haven’t started dinner yet because I was too busy stressing.”

“Can we order pizza?” He looks up at your expectantly with a cute bunny-like grin that’s the spitting image of his father’s.

You chuckle, ruffling his hair, “Don’t push your luck kid. Thanks for bringing him home Kook, I was going crazy.”

“Anytime.” Jungkook nods, his hooded eyes recalling all the features of your face, “Well I’d better get going, got a ready meal for one with my name on it back home.” He snorts, he’s never been very good at defusing tension.

“Stay for dinner?” You smile, a genuine smile, “Really it’s the least I can do after you brought him all the way back here. Besides I’m not gonna let you go home to a microwave meal when we’re ordering pizza.”

“We are?!” Seol squeezes you tighter.

“But you’re not getting your laptop back just yet.” You’re laughing, gazing at the father of your child remembering just how handsome he really is, even after all these years he’s still the most gorgeous man you’ve ever known, “Please?”

“Ah… How can I say no to that?” Kook sighs lovingly, his chest tightening with memories of your smiles and laughter together. He misses you so much. Maybe tonight has shown you that he is on your side after all. “I’ll go pick it up, where are we ordering from?”

“Don’t worry we’ll get it for delivery,” You hum, telling Seol to take his shoes off and go get changed, “BBQ chicken right?” You grimace, he always managed to get BBQ sauce everywhere when he ate pizza… Maybe this isn’t a good idea after all.

“You remember?” Jungkook slips off his shoes with a beaming grin, already feeling more at home than he should be.

“Of course I remember,” You chuckle, watching your twelve year old practically trip over himself when he runs up the stairs, “There was a time I couldn’t live without you, I’m bound to remember these things.”

Kook smiles, watching the way you throw your hair over your shoulder when you scroll the food app on your phone. You’re so beautiful, and one way or another, even if it’s the last thing he does – he’s going to win you back.

x

AN: i know this is probably not what u had in mind but once i started typing i couldnt stop. i hope this is okay, thank u for requesting :) 

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[lifeonjk]

Pov: jungkook is your boyfriend and you go camping with him

Fav rt if you use

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[ckkookie]

HMM?

TOPIC -when your mafia husband gets jealous

Part 6

She slowly sneaked her hands around my neck. I felt satisfied knowing that now finally my crack head is having some real sense. Finally I was having her as a women otherwise she's always like a cute but scared ambivalent teenager around me. I broke the kiss as I felt her breathings getting heavier. She was breathing heavily as I was really rough. I nuzzled in the crook of her neck while she was catching her breaths "so now you finally know how to act like a woman" I teased her She frowned "what do you mean? I always act like a woman! I AM A WOMAN " She protested "yeah a woman. I saw how you puffed your little chest today to act like a WOMAN " I chuckled in the crook of her neck" " um w-whatever i didn't wanted to walk like that. YOU ASKED ME TO WALK LIKE THAT " I suck her neck. She hissed and moaned "aah.!" "when did I asked you to walk like that hmm? "I said still nuzzling in the crook of her neck. " you yourself told me to act like a WOMAN for god's sake!"

"oh my sweet y/n ! I asked you to act like a woman. I never asked you to walk with puffed chest. Did I ? " " whatever!! I don't have a little chest."

" Well...how would I know I mean you never showed me your ches -" She cut me off by hitting my chest while I groan fakely. She rolled her eyes. I quickly lift my head and trap her between my arms. "did you just rolled your eyes at me ? " I asked while squinting my eyes at her sharply. She looked nervous but only for a second. She raised her brows at me. I widen my eyes at her sudden developed courage. But soon that amazed face turned into a wide smirk. "Very Bold, aren't we?" I spoke but her next move made me shook to my d*ck. The damn woman pulled me through my tie and pecked my lips. I was stunned for a minute but then when I saw her blushing I smirked. "Uh-huh.... the audacity my love you've! So bold and so shy at the same time hmm?" She pursed her lips trying to hide her smile. I leaned in and kissed her once again. We were savouring each other's presence when suddenly, Jimin: Y/N WHERE ARE YO-OH MY MY!!! we both flinched on the sudden shriek. She suddenly pushed me forcefully making me stumble back and collide with the cold wall against us making my head hit the wall. Jimin: OH MY SORRY SORRY! PLEASE CONTINUE !! I'LL TELL UNCLE TO PREPARE ANOTHER PARTY FOR THE UPCOMING MEMBER!! DONT WORRY TAKE YOUR TIME. JUST MAKE A CUTE BABY !! the rat's short tail blabbered some useless nonsense while covering his eyes and turned around and left. Y/n was still in shock while I was groaning and rubbing my head. The wall is damn hard. Thank god I didn't pushed y/n earlier a little more harder,Otherwise god knows what could've happened. I was thinking when, (gasp) "j-jungkook...a-are you fine. Are you okay. Is it hurting." She asked coming towards me. Now she noticed me after a whole decade." Are you hurt?" I glared at her "NO! How can I be hurt! How can anyone be hurt. See this wall its so soft that I enjoyed it. I just want to hit my head once again on it" I uttered angrily. She pursed her lips tightly "S-Sorry....j-jimin came so-" "so he's more important for you now....even more than me" I spoke with gritted teeth and glare at her sharply. " yes...huh....N-No....obviously no- " her sharp naughty tongue slipped again. Great. "I see. Well I don't care. You owe me a whole nigh---- "I mumbled my last words with a smirk but - "yeah yeah....i'll get you the medicine ." I looked at her back in PURE disbelief as she spoke and turned away to leave. Does this woman even listens to me? "what the--- JEON Y/N !!! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW !!! " I shout frustrated. She quickly strolled back to me with the same fast pace she turned to go. She stood in front of me. I deeply looked in her eyes while holding her chin "YOUR PRETTY MOUTH WILL PAY TONIGHT DARLING "

This was the last part hope you've enjoyed this short series 💌

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[ggukkiereads]

Hiii! I’ve been going crazy trying to find this jungkook fic where theyre a married couple and they’re opposites she’s clingy and bubbly and he isn’t. He still celebrates his anniversary with his ex gf and y/n finds outs and they separate. She’s also an actor and she denies being married to jungkook because he’s a private man. Yoongi and her end up doing a show together and jungkook gets jealous over the kissing scene because he finds out yoongi had a crush on her and he tries to win y/n back. Sorry this explanations all over the place 😭

🌷 Hi there! Ooh I’ve received an ask about this before. This is by @jiminrings and it’s four seven eight!

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[tatyhend]

Hi!!

I am looking for BTS FanFiction/Imagines. The first one has to do with Jin. He comes and finds pregnant wife hasn't eaten what he had cooked for her. Because the reader doesn’t want to gain weight/look fat. Angry smut and fluff.

Second imagine has to do Jungkook with marriage au smut. Jk keeps getting cock-blocked by his kids and he gets frustrated so the BTS members watches the kids so the reader and Jungkook can have some alone time.

Third imagine had to do with Jungkook as well. Married au imagine. I believe his wife is pregnant for the send time and he is upset due to the complications she went through with her first pregnancy and he doesn’t want her to the keep the baby but they make up at the end.

Thanks for any help!

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[jeonfics]

birthday boy | jjk

pairing: husband!jk x wife!reader

genre: married couple au

warnings: lots of touching, fluff, mentions of sex, clingy jk, whiny jk, kisses, he says baby a lot, just overall soft moments

word count: 2.6k

a/n: hiiiii this is my very first fic/drabble i’ve ever written and posted. my writing skills aren’t the best but i hope you enjoy 🥹 i hope to make more stories in the future. this is also all fiction and in no means am i trying to relate this to the members irl🫶🏽

“okay he should be coming home any minute now so you guys need to hide,” you say to all of your in laws. you check jungkook’s destination on your phone and he’s 1 minute away from the house.

his parents, older brother’s: jin, yoongi, hoseok, and namjoon, and their spouses and kids go to your back patio that you all decorated for the party. jimin and taehyung wanted to pull a prank on jungkook first but there was no time for that since jungkook was coming any second now.

ever since you and jungkook had moved from Busan a year ago, he hadn’t seen his family that entire time. you on the other hand, have some family in the states. you guys also couldn’t go to Busan because of work. jungkook yearned to see his family although he called and facetimed them almost everyday.

you hear the sound of jungkook’s car outside parking in the garage. soon after, his keys are opening the front door.

“baby i’m home!” jungkook says out loud as you get up from the couch in the living room hurrying to him at the front door.

“hi! how was work?” you say cheerfully as he takes off his shoes and you take his bag.

“eh. the same. you weren’t at the porch today?” he pouts, a look of sadness and confusion written all over his face because you always wait for him at the porch when he comes back home from work.

“sorry i was doing something,” you say hoping he doesn’t think too much about it. he only nods but when he finishes taking off his shoes he begins to notice the light makeup on your face and the outfit you’re wearing. its just a new floral patterned dress you recently got. you paired it with a necklace and matching earrings. it’s nothing special but definitely something you wouldn’t normally wear at home. you also styled your hair because you wanted to look presentable for the party tonight. you also didn’t have work today and did tell jungkook you’d be at home all day, so he knows you didn’t go out. he ogles at you and grabs you by the waist. you squirm at the sudden movement.

“baby, who told you to look so beautiful?” he asks you while looking at your lips leaning in for a kiss. you know that look on his face but you stop him with your hands on his chest. he’s taken aback by your reaction because it’s also something you normally wouldn’t do- refraining from a kiss.

you see the confusion on his face again, this time he furrows his brows.

“uhm i just wanted to dress up. i was getting bored.”

“you look gorgeous baby. don’t worry you won’t be bored for long,” he winks and leans in for another kiss. you stop him again. not because you don’t want to kiss, but because his family is definitely watching you guys from the back patio near the living room. the doors are made of glass and although they are hiding in the dark, you know they are definitely peeking at you two. you get shy and flustered by the thought of his parents seeing you two like this so you quickly remove his arms from your waist and head towards the kitchen.

“baby what happened? are you mad at me?” he says pouting. it hurts you that he may be thinking if he did anything wrong. he could never do anything wrong. jungkook has always showered you with nothing but love for the past year of your marriage and last 6 years of your relationship.

“no of course not. you just need to wash up first.” you say as a lame excuse for him to not touch you. you know if jungkook starts touching and kissing you things get heated real quick. and you certainly cannot let that happen now.

“but you always give me kisses everyday after work. sometimes a bit more” he winks. “and my birthday’s in two hours,” he whines, his doe eyes looking like a puppy, lips in a pout and frown. “i had such a long day today all i could think about was the bomb ass birthday se-“

“jungkook!” you quickly cut him off. your cheeks gone full red because of the embarrassment. you’re most definitely sure everyone heard that. you panic internally because the thought of his parents hearing that leaves you extremely embarrassed. not to mention, the kids are outside too, and you definitely do not want them wondering what sex is. you and jungkook have this thing where you’re not clingy or touchy around each other’s families. not because you’re scared they’d judge you or something but because you both like doing it in private, when it’s just the two of you. pda isn’t really your guy’s thing.

“aw come on baby. why are you getting so shy for” he laughs. “it’s just me and you here. please just tell me what i did wrong. is it cuz i left this morning while you were still asleep. i was running late and i didn’t wanna wake you because you had cramps last night and it’s the beginning of the month so your period might be coming and-“

“no no jungkook you didn’t do anything wrong. just please hurry and go wash up. then we’ll eat dinner,” you cut him off as you push him towards the stairs. you know the more words that comes out of his mouth, the more embarrassing it’ll be for the both of you. you’ll just let him take a shower before everyone surprises him.

“let’s take a shower together. you know, i had a really reallyyy loooong day and you can help me relieve some tension baby. tomorrow is my birthday after all.” he repeats, using the birthday card to try and convince you while you’re still pushing him towards the stairs. your silence says it all so he quickly retreats, turns around and grabs you by the waist. he carries you up and then places you on the kitchen counter. he stands between your legs, hands brushing your thigh as they slowly slide up under your dress.

“oh my gosh jungkook not now! put me down!” you whisper loudly. he’s confused why you’re whispering so he stops playing with your thighs. you push him away and quickly jump off the counter. you hurry to the living room but he’s faster. he grabs your wrists and pulls you towards him. he holds you with one hand on your waist while the other on the side of your face, thumb gently caressing your cheek. you turn your head to the side and you can clearly spot some of his brothers and their wives hiding behind the chairs and bushes. you only look for a few seconds but you still see them covering their kid’s eyes. “great” you think. you then turn back to jungkook and push his arms away from you. he’s always clingy but of course not when family are around. he doesn’t know that yet.

“baby i’m sorry but you know i can’t hold back when you look this hot. i was gonna wait for tonight but seeing you all dressed up for me,” he licks his lips leaning towards your face, “i was hoping for us to start now,” he says in his sultry voice that almost makes you risk it all.

luckily you’re saved from the embarrassment when taehyung slides the glass door to your back patio and enters the living room. “hate to break it to you but you can’t be so horny tonight baby.” jimin follows and says while laughing, “yeah baby, don’t mean to ruin the fun but you’ve got company.” they both mock jungkook. you laugh out loud, only now realizing how many times jungkook has called you baby ever since he stepped foot in the house.

jungkook releases his hands from you, his eyes go wide as he’s surprised by who’s in front of him. he then runs to hug his brothers. they all jump while hugging. you watch them with the biggest smile on your face. moments later, jungkook stretches out one of his arm for you to join, which you gladly do. the four of you are all circled in a tight hug, jumping up and down in the little circle. reunited after one long year, this is definitely a moment to take in.

“what’re you guys doing here? no one told me you were coming?” jungkook asks as you all slowly release each other from the hug.

“happy early birthday!” jimin says while ruffling jungkook’s hair.

“it was all y/n’s idea. we just wanted to surprise you little bro,” taehyung said as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“surprise!” you say with a big smile on your face looking at jungkook.

jungkook looks at you and quickly lifts you up, spinning you around. “thank you thank you thank you!!” he gives you a big fat kiss on the lips as he puts you back down. you laugh after. finally he gets to kiss you.

“anything for you, you big baby,” you say pinching his cheeks. he gets slightly embarrassed of the word now because he gets remembered of everything he said and did ever since he came home.

he turns to his brothers pointing his fingers at them. “you guys heard nothing.”

your cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. his brothers look at you while laughing. you cover your face with your hands hiding from your embarrassed face. they’re not the only one who heard everything, you three think.

“aw come on stop laughing. it was nothing funny,” jungkook says to the guys as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“well we’re not the only ones who found it funny” jimin winks at jungkook while taehyung bites his fist in his teeth holding himself from excessively laughing.

“w-what do you mean?” jungkook looks at you three confusedly. “who else heard?”

“close your eyes okay?” you say softly to him and he looks at you in confusion but complies nonetheless. you take his hand and slowly guide him to your back patio. jimin slides the door open while taehyung turns on the fairy lights you set up earlier today. it brightens up the entire patio space. jungkook can sense the change in lighting and squints his eyes.

“no peeking!” you exclaim and cover his eyes with your right hand. the other hand still holding onto jungkook so he doesn’t fall or get hurt. some of your nieces and nephews giggle. everyone is already out of their hiding spots and waiting to surprise jungkook.

“baby what did i just hear?” jungkook asks.

“you’ll see on the count of three okay?”

you look around and make sure everything is in place. all of the tablewear, flowers, candles and jungkook’s favorite foods displayed neatly on the long table. in the back near the pool are his cake and favorite desserts on the dessert table, and his gifts set on a different table. you even bought a cute bunny piñata because the kids (and jungkook) would definitely love it. your theme for today was just a nice, comfy, and chill outdoor party and with the help of your in-laws you were able to achieve that. it was everything you pictured~something you knew jungkook would love.

you nod at everyone so they were ready. you release your hands from jungkook’s face.

“okay 3…2…1…”

“SURPRISE!!!” you and everyone yell to jungkook when he opens his eyes. he opens his mouth wide in shock and immediately runs to hug his parents.

“i missed you guys sooo much.”

“we know sweetie. we did too.” his mom says and kisses his cheek.

“happy birthday son. we’re so proud of you.” his dad says shortly after.

you see jungkook’s eyes glistening and he looks like he’s on the verge of tears. you knew how much he missed his family and seeing them after so long would definitely make him feel emotional. he hugs his brothers and their spouses after, and then all of his nieces and nephews.

“i can’t believe you guys are all here. this doesn’t feel real. thank you guys seriously. this is the best birthday gift i could’ve asked for.”

you’re all touched by jungkook’s words. he has worked hard non stop all his life but seeing him now following his dream and working on things he is so passionate about is even more admiring. leaving everything behind back home was an extremely difficult decision for him. when he got the job offer in New York for one of the biggest gaming companies in the world, he was stoked, but knowing that he’d have to leave his family, his home, behind him was definitely not an exciting feeling. he was extremely grateful though to have you by his side but he did feel bad that you had to leave everything behind too, even though you constantly reminded him that wherever he is, you are there too. jungkook waited for the day he’d see his family again, so he looks at everyone taking in this joyous feeling.

“don’t thank us honey, your beautiful wife planned all of this. you are truly lucky to have y/n by your side.” you gush at his mom’s words and let out a soft “thank you” to her going over to give her a hug.

jungkook comes over to you and smiles so endearingly you feel like crying because how can your husband look so precious. he pulls you in a tight hug and whispers “i’m so lucky.”

the rest of the night is spent beautifully with everyone eating, singing, dancing, laughing, and partying. jungkook is having so much fun with his family and you look at him fondly with the biggest smile plastered on your face. how did you get so lucky to have such an amazing and caring husband, along with a beautiful family who adores you just as much as you do them.

when you go back inside to the kitchen to grab more drinks, you feel a light smack to your butt. you gasp turning around and finding your husband with a smirk on his face that you know too well. he pulls you to the corner where no one can see you guys through the glass doors.

jungkook lifts you up and hugs you so tight you start giggling. “thank you so much baby. i really don’t know what i did to deserve you. but just know i will continue to spend everyday of my life loving you and caring for you. you seriously don’t know how much you mean to me y/n.”

“i do jungkook, i do know and you mean the world to me and more,” you say as he settles you back down. you cup his face and pull him in a chaste kiss that’s sweet and tender. the one where all sounds are blocked and it’s just the two of you. he deepens the kiss and pulls you in closer, one hand on your waist, the other on your nape. you pull back not too long and stare at him, fingers brushing his soft, fluffy hair that’s parted in the middle. “i love you so much my love. happy birthday.”

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[kookwashere]

A december kind of love

paring: reader x jungkook, wife/husband

sum: you and jungkook have been married for almost a year and this is your first christmas coming up together as a newly married couple, how will you both spend the start of your holiday season?

warnings: cute nicknames, smut later on in story (big dick jk and unprotected) explicit language, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of oc's trauma (r*pe and abuse), story in lowercase on purpose, please keep these in mind.

teaser:

the mistletoe, the little piece green plucked from nature decorated with holiday berries and a bow, hanging in front of a door.

you're arms were wrapped around his neck, his hands resting on your waist, staring in each others eyes in the doorway.

"it's a mistletoe, pretty girl, you know what that means?" he asked, his voice soft.

"of course i know what it means, what about it?" you whispered to him.

he leaned in and kissed your plump red lips. "you know, i've dreamed about spending this holiday for you for as long as i can remember." he said while pulling back

you smiled and played with his hair while looking into his eyes, "it's going to be a good season, huh?" you said.

"the best." he said while leaning in once again to kiss you under the mistletoe.

coming december 1st

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[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

Paradise (what about us?) | JJK | SNIPPET

Pairing: military! husband! Jungkook x engineer! wife! Reader

A/N: Welcome, darlings, to my April's GOLDEN fic! This was inspired by "Paradise (what about us?)" by Within Temptation as well as the video game "Fallout 4" so you can thank my dad he played it while I watched :D I'll be publishing snippets here and there as well as progress on the story. I really hope you will like it and remember you can get access to exclusive fics with my Golden Membership I'll link below! ALSO, the poll I said I'd publish have been postponed because uni has been kicking my ass. That's why I'll be writing this story I'm currently inspired to write. Additional content will be published on Ko-fi

Warnings: apocalypse! AU, war! AU, dystopian! AU, violence, blood, gore, use of weapons, angst, some fluff here and there, survival! AU, married! AU, ft. OT7, futuristic! AU, sci-fi, military! Jungkook (I'm in love), oc is described to be shorter than Koo, more warnings will be added on the fic,

~SNIPPET

The world ended 150 years ago. 

And now, what was left to do was to survive in this new cursed paradise. 

“Have you ever wondered what it was like to live before hell fell upon us?”

“Have you ever wished you had died in the war?”

“Have you ever wanted to live so much like now?”

Those questions were commonly asked. Cruel questions. Questions you didn’t know the answer to. Questions that made you think in a world where you could only act. Where impulses won over reasoning. Where life was considered both as a curse and a blessing and sometimes, neither you nor your husband Jungkook knew if it was worth fighting for a fallen world or to join the dead, for in death there’s peace you’ll never find in this dark paradise. 

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April/16/2024

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[yeh-kaali-kaali-ankhein]

Romeo Taehyung take me somewhere we can be alone..I'll be waiting...💍🤵🏻

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[jungk0oksthighs]

Stay With Me Series Collection *completed*

exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, unplanned pregnancy, EX2L, angst, fluff, smut

all chapters and drabbles will be uploaded in chronological order

Drabble 1 | Preview 

Forgotten Memories

Nostalgia

Hope pt.1

Hope pt.2

The Date

Secrets

Take Two

Nausea

Communication

Perfect

Seven pt.1

Seven pt.2

A Star In Your Sky | Finale

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook e2l #jungkook exes #jungkook ex husband au #jungkook drabble #jungkook miniseries #dad jungkook

[kookiecrumb]

hey ? i hope you are doing fine! actually i fell harder for your writings , are you probably accepting requests ? Too shy to express so as an anon . i wanna request u where jk and our mc are married already. and when doing it they are super duper romantic and lovey-dovey with so much sweet romantic talks . and some hard core? i'd love to read and scream in disbelieve if my fav author would accept this TT .

I LOVE YOU !! <8

Fav-- Favorite?! 😲😳 I love you too anonnie!! And...I wasn't accepting requests because of exams but I really do want to write this prompt...so I'm gonna do it.

Sorry if it's a bit long teehee!

JJK || Best Thing

warnings: smut (18+), loss of virginity (saving until marriage), breastplay, brief handjob, unprotected sex*(don't do this), sex with the intention to impregnate, dacryphilia, jungkook is big, needy jungkook, smol husband/wife kink

tags: childhood best friends to lovers, established relationship au, husband and wife, fluff and smut

There wasn't a time you remember without Jungkook.

Your moms were friends, so you often came over to each other's houses and played with one another until you'd get tired from running and collapse under the stars.

The both of you would go to huge parties together and laugh so hard you couldn't breathe while playing truth or dare.

His mom fed you breakfast in the mornings when you'd sleep over as a child, and then lunch when you had convinced your mom to let you stay "just until night time."

The both of you would burst out into a giggle fit underneath warm blankets with a flashlight and make shadow puppets and stories to go along with them. He'd even teach you new ones every once in a while.

Up until you were 9 or 10, the both of you were inseparable.

Then, one summer, Jungkook went on a vacation to see his family in Busan. You recall being bored out of your mind, sitting in front of the television just waiting for him to just come home already.

Your mom suggested that you write to him, so that's what you did.

Every letter in your 10-year-old handwriting, he kept. He stood at his grandparent's mailbox and checked it every hour even though his mom told him that the mail only comes at a certain time. He didn't care. He wanted to hear back from you again.

When he did receive your letters, he would fold them neatly and put them into a folder he labeled "from y/n."

At that point, his mom had caught on that Jungkook would have you in his life for a long time...and on the off chance that you ended up together, she wanted these precious documents to be preseved. Once the trip was over, she took the folder of your letters and stored it somewhere safe.

When Jungkook came back from Summer Vacation, however, he had gotten so much taller than you'd expected! It was intimidating. On top of that, he looked so much more grown up.

He made new friends in middle school who were much louder and funnier than you...

You felt left behind. It was unfair.

On weekdays, you never saw him anymore, and on weekends, he only came over sometimes. Those kids were putting ideas in his head that you didn't like at all.

They taught him that you were gross and that boys shouldn't hang out with girls. They taught him that boys were supposed to like different things than girls liked.

You always thought that was stupid. Jungkook never minded you painting his nails or putting hair chalk in his hair before those boys said anything. Sure, he'd pick blue every time but that's because it was his favorite color.

Middleschool changed him. So, you decided to do something about it.

Seventh grade rolled around and you were determined to know where your Jungkook went.

It wad the first adult conversation you ever had with him. "I miss you," you said. "We used to hang out all the time, and I don't know why we stopped."

That's when you noticed Jungkook's eyes shift downward. The look he gave you was really weird. It was almost like he was staring, but it was warm. His ears turned red and he kept covering his cheeks.

"Y/N, it's not that I don't like playing with you anymore, it's just...you're a lot prettier lately. You look like...you look nice," he struggled.

"Well, what does that have to do with anything? It's like you like me or something!" You teased.

You gasped. "That's it isn't it?! You have a friggin crush on me!"

"No. No! I don't, y/n! I don't like you!" Jungkook exclaimed, throwing a pillow at you in an act of defense.

"Pants. On. Fire." You challenged him.

"Well-- well..." he stammered. "Fine...I do like you...but if you tell the guys that I like a girl, you're dead!"

"Oh, I don't care about them. I just wanted to know why you were acting so weird," you informed.

Jungkook stretched out his hand to hold yours. It made his heart explode. Yep. That's how you knew you would be married.

It's been a decade since that incident.

At the wedding, his mom finally returned all the letters you sent to Jungkook that one summer as a gift. You couldn't stop the tears if you wanted to. Her gifts were lovely.

You remember your wedding very fondly. It was a massive celebration of the love you shared with Jungkook and everybody was excited that day. There were private moments and there were family moments, but at the end of the night, you both came home to your newly shared apartment and got intimate.

When Jungkook was a teenager he would always make up excuses to kiss you, whether it was "you have whipped cream on your lips!" or "your pouty face is too cute."

You would come over to study and catch up with him which eventually led to the both of you wildly making out on his bed...

It took an incredible amount of self control for him to pull himself from you and enforce the boundaries you had set for one another. "We shouldn't rush into this," he'd remind you.

You had both agreed to save yourselves for marriage. It only made him want to marry you quicker.

On your wedding night, however, you were completely exhausted and had absolutely no energy to even begin stripping the clothes off one another, so you decided to crash on the bed and have morning sex.

Oh, how you love smelling him.

You're not embarrassed about it. It's second nature to you to cling to him. One of your favorite thing to do is to hug him and inhale slowly and deeply on his chest. He caresses your head while you lay on him, adjusting your legs so that they wrap around his torso. You're not shy with the kind of touch you give him, very familiar and comfortable with his body.

He inhales slowly beneath you, his chest expanding so that you can feel the gentle thumping of his strong heart beat.

"You're my best friend, y/n," he speaks in hushed tones. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, and from this moment on...I do believe in soulmates. Because I know you're mine." He kisses your forehead, pulling you up to his face carefully.

Jungkook catches your lips in a gentle kiss, like he had kissed you yesterday as his wife. He caresses your jaw with his thumb and index, his other hand snaking around your waist and caressing your side.

"I've spend my entire life...knowing you, exploring the most deep and personal sides of you. I know you like the back of my hand and now I want to explore your body," he hums into your ear. "I want you to see me."

"I want to see you, Jungkook," you reply, softly. A tangible heat grows between your legs at the thought of feeling him for the first time. Your curiosities will have been sated after so many years of craving his bare body. "I want to breathe you."

Jungkook presses a kiss to your cheek. "Finally," he groans. "Oh, I love you..." his eyes show it.

You sit up carefully and fixate on him. He leans backwards, giving you space. Your fingers dip into the fabric of your shirt and release your breasts.

Jungkook's brows furrow in arousal, his mouth slightly ajar at the sight of them. "God, you're stunning." He kneels forward and asks if he can touch them.

Your breathing stutters, and your mind is dizzy. The feeling overwhelms you. You don't want him to ever stop touching you.

"Please touch them, my husband..." you plea.

He does, and it's the most perfect touch in the world. It's amazing in every sense of the word. It's such a sensitive place for you, and to have the person you trust the most finally touch you like this is an act of worship.

"Hh~ah," a warbling moan floats from your lips.

Jungkook gasps. "That feels good," he informs, cautiously. "Can I keep going?"

"Yes, and please don't stop," you mewl, watching his strong, inked fingers delicately swirl on your tits, his palm cupping them securely.

He squeezes them, lightly. "How does that feel?" he asks, amazed at your reactions.

"Good," you smile, leaning into his touch. "Don't do it much harder, though..."

Jungkook retracts his hands and pulls his shirt over his body, flinging it toward a chair.

You've seen him without his shirt on before, when he'd invite you swimming out by the lake or at the beach, but the intention behind him stripping for you arouses you. He's doing this for you.

"Claim me however you want. I am yours to touch," he massages your hands briefly before placing them on his chest. "Y/N," he sings.

"Jungkook," you reply, kissing his lips sweetly.

The sun bloomed over the horizon like a flower, its raise peeking through the clouds and beaming through the curtains of your bedroom, filling the air with a benevolent energy.

You run your hands down his torso, every ridge of his body under your touch. Finally, you hover over the edge of his underwear.

"Don't stop there," he begs. "I've needed you for so long." There's a prominent, needy quiver in his voice that reminds you that this is his first time, too.

You're anxious. Thoughts flood your mind about whether or not you'll touch him right.

"No overthinking. I want your hands around it," he speaks against the crook of your neck. He sharply gasps as he spreads his thighs for you to access his cock.

He's overcome with excitement once you've wrapped your fingers around it. His body shakes before your touch and he kisses your collar in desperate encouragement.

"Jungkook..." you breathe, stroking him with care. He hisses in response, adjusting his hips so that you feel him better.

He feels heavy in your hand, girthy and beautiful. You wouldn't have ever imagined it feeling like this. The anticipation was building to an extent far beyond what you've felt before.

"Would you let me touch you like I've been dreaming about for so many years? Would you finally allow me to replace every one of your senses with my own feeling? I want you numb to anything else but me."

"I don't think you understand. I can't stand being away from you any longer. Even if our bodies are flush against each other's, even if I'm fucking you it's not enough, I need to make love to you."

You guide his hands down your body to where your swollen cunt is flooded with your thick arousal. His fingers curl to touch you, exploring your texture before finding your entrance.

"Aahh," you moan, causing Jungkook to glance up at your pretty face.

"You're so warm,," he smiles, pecking your lips. "Ohh, it's so good...they're like rose petals?"

You nod quietly, feeling your heart in your throat as you continue to feel him. He takes your thigh and drapes it over his own, pressing your hips against his.

Both your hands are between each other now, your bodies a mess of entangled limbs. You've woven yourself into him, and he's successfully become a single entity with you.

Your eyes squeeze shut at a wave of shuttering pleasure. Jungkook, having witnessed this, hushes you while holding your face. He presses his lips to yours and leans forward, deepening the kiss.

He pulls your body on to his and carefully removes your hand from his hard cock. Instead, he pinions your thighs open for him and grinds his length on your pussy.

"Ah~!" you hiss, holding on to him tightly.

"I've never done this before either," he reminds you. "I'll be so careful with you..." Jungkook caresses your back with his thumb as he grinds languidly against you.

It's such a wonderfully strange feeling. You're burning up all over and incredibly flustered, yet you feel unashamed at the same time and increasingly desperate for an orgasm at the mercy of your husband's cock. It's incredible.

Your combined scents gradually fill the room as it humidifies. The soft and sticky textures of your skin combine to create an intimacy and sensuality you had never felt before.

Jungkook releases your upper body on to the mattress and teases the crown of his cock on your cunt. For the very first time, you're able to get a view of his dick.

His girth alarms you. You wonder if you can even accomodate for him. You're sure you're dripping on the mattress below you at this point from how much you're producing for him.

His cock glistens with your nectar. He's ready to fuck his baby into you.

You anticipate him, clutching the sheets in weak fists while breathing out slowly. You smile reassuringly at Jungkook, who is teasing the head of his cock at your cunt.

He pushes in languidly, gliding without any obstruction. Your eyes flutter back in insatiable need. Jungkook's dick stretches you beautifully, prompting a remarkable groan from him.

Tears threaten his eyes at this point as he climbs to your face to caress you. You place your thumb beneath his eye and tug gently to allow the droplets to roll down his face. He presses his forehead to yours and bucks up into you.

"It's perfect," he breathes, overcome with euphoric bliss. "Your pussy..."

He rolls his hips into your cunt, fixated on your touch. You let out a soft whimper with each thrust.

He sucks harshly at your neck, marking you as his and his only as he paints using his lips and tongue. Jungkook's hands grab your thighs and kneads them hard, a clumsy warning of his impending orgasm.

Every part of his body screams "I love you."

"Fuck-- fuck,," you whine as your entire body shakes beneath his loving touch.

With no obstruction, you convulse wildly around Jungkook's cock, coating it in your nectar. His thrusts relent, his stammering hips halting before he cums inside of you.

Afterwards, you praise and kiss each other, playfully touching and teasing each other's bodies as you enjoy each other's naked presence. You're like kids again, trampling over one another trying to capture one another in each other's arms on the bed.

Eventually, Jungkook does gain dominance over you. He holds you to his chest, and now, he has never been sure of anything more in his life: that he will never let you go.

tags: @sxtaep

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[ckkookie]

HMM?

TOPIC-when your mafia husband gets jealous

Part 5

I turned around and saw her teary eyes, face hung low disappointed. I burst out laughing. She frowned seeing me laughing my a** off. She looked at me puzzled. It took her some time to comprehend what has just happened to her. "I was just teasing you Mrs.jeon" I spoke between my laughs. She frown and burst out crying silently. I slowly stopped on my laughs as I saw her crying so silently, She has always been a goofy girl, I have seen her cry but she never cries silently. Did I really hurt her "Y-Y/n" I spoke while trying to hug her but she backed away "NO!go to your Emma now. Why are you coming to me. She's more confident She doesn't even stutter like me around you so go to her." She whined while crying, I pursed my lips to hide my unstoppable smile "why are you jealous?"I tease her but she glare at me,I widen my eyes."Did you just glare at me!?Did that shorty gave you something ? "I spoke while she glared, Her nostrils flared making her look so damn cute "jimin is like my brother. He's not what you think. He's just like a BROTHER. But your over possessive self will never understand that" She said while wiping her tears like a child while I just couldn't help but smile "How will I know that? You never told me that you think of him as your brother" I just teased her with raised brows. I didn't wanted any explanation from her. She frowned at me " what is there to tell? Its so evident that we're like siblings. Didn't you saw how we always keep on bickering and fighting" She almost complained annoyed "hmm..then I guess I was really wrong. Wasn't I?" " YES!! You're always wrong. You always only scold me. You never listen to me. You never talk to me nicely. You even have a.....girlfriend." She said while almost crying but I was enjoying until now but wait what did she mumbled at last. A Girlfriend! Fvck! I widen my eyes and quickly trying to hug her but she backed away "Y-Y/n...i-i don't have a girlfriend. I swear! " "LIER" I widen my eyes. How did I forgot that my wife have a stubborn kid inside her. Oh God! "Emma I don't even know who she's I just made it up to tease you baby. I swear" I spoke while cupping her face but after a minute I felt her cheeks heating up. I frowned when she was not gazing at me and that's when I realised I smirked "is my BABY blushing hmm? "I teased her while she bit her lips and nuzzled in my chest trying to hide her smile,I chuckled. "y/n.....baby....Mrs. Jeon.....huh is my muffin blushing this much!" I tease her but she bury her face deep in my chest. I pulled her face up and kissed her suddenly which caught her off guard. Her muscles tensed up badly But I cared less as after so long my desires were coming true for my wife. Its not like we never kissed but I was always gentle knowing how fragile wife i've but now that she has been so bold today, I just didn't wanted to hold back. I didn't wan to kiss, I wanted to make out harshly. I wanted to savour every corner of her velvety mouth. She slowly kissed me back I smiled through the kiss, I felt her legs shaking by the strong sensations. I held her waist tightly in my arms and gestured her towards the wall.

#bts jungkook #established relationship #bts fluff #ceo jungkook #jungkook fic #mafia jungkook #mafia au #arranged marriage #jungkook fluff #jungkook boyfriend material #jungkook smut #jungkook kiss #jungkook husband au

[ggukkiereads]

Please help me find this fanfic … it’s been years and I can’t stop thinking abt it

jk oc married .. work at same office different departments… jk starts coming home late and tired … oc gets suspicious… prepared dinner , jk refuses , fight … turns out Jk is staying long hours because he’s saving up money to take oc on vacation as she was from a rich family and had to change her means to be w/ him and he feels bad

🌷 Oh yes! =) it’s been asked before and actually part of my JK Established Relationship fic rec list =) This is by @mintseesaw

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#fichunting #investedreader #mintseesaw #felicity #fierce and delicate #jungkook x reader #jungkook husband au #🌷 chats #jungkook established relationship #jungkook rich au

[ahundredtimesover]

Anon request: I can’t forget that tiny bit where OC cancelled the surprise dinner plan she had for JK. i’m an angsty little thing and i was wondering what if JK accidentally discovered that or something and he talked to OC about it

Hi, anon. I lost your ask and I'm sorry this took a while but here it is! Thanks for this. 🙂

Title: Please Love Me Drabble (03) - That Canceled Dinner

WC: 3,126

Tags: a little angsty, mostly domestic fluff

Series Masterlist

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Jungkook scrolls through his phone with one hand while the other towel dries his hair, his eyebrows furrowing because he still hasn’t made up his mind about next week’s date with you. 

“What about Mingles? You guys said it’s pretty good there, right?”

He asks his best friend, who puts on a loose sweatshirt, having dried up himself. Both men are currently dressing up at the locker room after a good few hours of working out in Jimin’s apartment building. He’d won the rock, papers, scissors yesterday so he gets to skip on the post-gym drive home on this Tuesday night, to Jungkook’s disappointment.

“Yeah, I liked it there. But wasn’t your last date at a Korean restaurant, too?” Jimin asks. “Gaon, wasn’t it? Might wanna try something new.”

“Hmm,” Jungkook hums, recalling the fancy date from 3 weeks ago where you both went to an art auction just for fun. 

You two didn’t plan on purchasing anything, but you did play a guessing game of how much each item would be sold. Being the more familiar between the two, you won by a landslide, and that meant Jungkook had to plan the next date, since neither one of your indecisive asses wanted that responsibility. 

It’s why he’s here now, racking his brain on where to eat. Choosing what to do is easy - you’ve both gotten more comfortable and adventurous recently, from doing an escape room to going on a ghost tour - but for some reason, choosing a restaurant is difficult. 

Perhaps it’s because he loves food so much and you enjoy desserts; perhaps it’s just wanting to end the night on a perfect note and a good meal always does the trick. Maybe it’s because he still wants to impress you after over 2 years of being married. 

“Oh, something French!” Jungkook’s eyes light up. “They had that French cuisine challenge in Masterchef the other night and ___ has been craving it. Maybe we could try…” he trails, searching for a good place. “The one in Lotte World Tower. It’s got a nice view and it has a Pastry Library. Wait, why does this place sound familiar?”

“Because you wanted to eat there before but couldn’t get a reservation,” Jimin answers, face suddenly in a frown. “But maybe choose another restaurant.”

“Why? Their food looks good. She’d like this,” Jungkook says, showing the photos of the food to his friend. 

“Just don’t, Kook. There are other food French restaurants out there. There’s one in Gangnam—”

“But I wanna go here. Why shouldn’t I?”

“Bad memories,” Jimin settles. “It’s probably not best for you and ___ to go there.”

“Why? Did someone stand her up there?” Jungkook presses, his blood boiling now.

“Uh… you. Sort of,” Jimin tries to smile. 

“What do you mean, me? I’ve never heard her mention this place before.”

“Yeah, because you turned her down before she could even ask you.”

“You’re not making sense,” Jungkook scowls at his friend, his heart rate suddenly speeding up at the thought that he’d upset you and he didn’t even know about it.

“Fine. Remember that trip to Japan with me and Tae because, and I quote, it was your last birthday as a free man?” 

It takes a while before Jungkook remembers but when he does, everything comes back to him - all the fancy food, the booze, the clubs they went to, and the women who hit on him - whom he didn’t entertain, he reminds himself. It was the one before you both got married, and it felt like an unofficial bachelor’s party, as he said goodbye to his old ways after that trip. 

“How does that trip have anything to do with the restaurant?” Jungkook furrows his brows again.

“___ was supposed to surprise you for your birthday, adjusted her schedule and paid heaps to get a reservation because you apparently mentioned wanting to eat there one time but then you decided to take that trip instead so she just canceled it and—”

“How do you know all this?” Jungkook asks, the tone of his voice faltering.

“How do I ever know anything?” Jimin cocks his brow. “Duh, a pissed off Nari. She was blowing up my phone that whole time and kept complaining about you. I couldn’t blame her, though. I mean, you called for that trip because you were angry about needing to move in with ___. I remember. You spent every night ranting about that.”

Jungkook feels the tightening of his chest get worse, as memories of that period come back to him - how frustrated he’d been, how much he didn’t want to think about you, how he replied to your birthday greeting with a mere “thanks” then proceeded to disregard your other messages asking how his trip was going. 

He feels sick to his stomach. Obviously, that was years ago, a whole lifetime away, it feels like, given how different things are with you now. But it doesn’t take away from what you felt then. It doesn’t take away that he hurt you again then, and he wouldn’t have even known about it if Jimin didn’t open his big mouth, which ironically, Jungkook is thankful for. 

“How… how was she then?” He manages to ask.

“She was fine, like always. She didn’t have the heart to be upset with you,” Jimin responds, recalling the call that he made to you after he found out about the surprise dinner. 

You insisted that it wasn’t a big deal, that Jungkook wasn’t at fault since he didn’t know anyway. 

It didn’t change the fact that you’d wanted to do something nice for him on his birthday, though, and that Jungkook hadn’t been there out of spite. 

Jimin sees the crestfallen look on his best friend’s face and almost wishes he hadn’t said anything. He could tell it’s affecting Jungkook deeply, and if the restaurant is a place that you haven’t been to since getting married, then maybe it still affects you, too. 

“Kook, it’s been over 2 years,” Jimin comforts. “You two are so in love with each other that it doesn’t matter anymore.”

Is it really that simple, forgetting he’d disappointed you because somehow the past 2 years have been enough? 

Jungkook just nods and proceeds to quietly pack his bag, ready to go to you, who’d just messaged him that you’ve started to prepare dinner and remind him to be careful in driving home. 

Jimin lets his friend be, knowing that Jungkook is going to take this knowledge to heart but knowing how you both are, you’re going to work it out, like all the times you have. 

You and Jungkook aren’t the best at communication. While you both feel so much, he speaks too soon while sometimes, you don’t speak at all. You’ve always been one to keep things in, opting to deal with your emotions on your own and letting issues die down, whereas Jungkook pushes to talk about them, sometimes too much, sometimes too early. 

But sometimes, Jungkook finds himself unable to talk at all, like now, as he stands by the doorway of your apartment, watching you move about in the open kitchen. 

There are the flowers he had delivered to your office this morning arranged in a vase, and he catches you glancing at it with a smile on your face. You’re wearing one of his university hoodies that reaches your knees, being swallowed by it and looking absolutely comfortable. You’re humming to the sounds of some jazz music that Tae got you into, as you slice the baked pork belly and arrange it on 2 plates, more fat and crispy skin on his, as you know he likes. 

You’re grinning; the satisfied look on your face is one he’s familiar with. You always have it on when you do or get something for him that he likes - whether it’s soccer tickets, a hard-to-find vintage camera, or something simple like making perfectly crispy pajeon on a rainy day. 

His mind wanders to the smile you would’ve had when you made that reservation for his birthday, and how it had fallen when he’d said that he wasn’t going to be around. 

What other things had he done that hurt you that he doesn’t know about? How many other times had your heart broken that was because of him? How long did you have to hold up your smiles and hold in your hurt until you eventually cracked? 

“Hey, how long have you been standing there?” You break him out of his reverie, your soft lips lovingly pecking his nose.

“Not long,” he lies, but you cock your eyebrow and he gives in, like always. “A while. Just liked watching you move around and look more relaxed,” he reasons. “You’ve been stressed about your recent project and it’s nice to see you not holed up in your studio.”

You laugh that sweet laugh of yours and hug him tightly. 

“It feels nice, too. So was getting a bouquet of flowers this morning,” you smile. “Thank you, Kook. They’re beautiful.”

“You’re welcome, babe,” he grins, opting to kiss your forehead instead of your lips like he always does when he gets home. 

He must be tired, as you feel him release a long breath when he hugs you, so you hold onto him more tightly. You let go only to pull him towards the kitchen counter for dinner and a glass of cold beer. 

He’s more quiet than usual, and you chalk it up to a long day at work and hours at the gym because it’s how he blows off steam. So you go on talking about your day, the new intern at work, and the twins asking you and Jungkook to go with them to an amusement park next weekend. 

“Everything okay, honey?” You ask, after he doesn’t respond to your question even if he was looking at you the entire time. 

“Uh-uh,” he faintly smiles, taking your hand and kissing it. He takes your plates and starts rinsing the dishes before placing them in the washer. “Are you going to watch the Masterchef episodes you missed tonight?”

“Yes,” you say excitedly. “Two episodes max. I don’t want to be up too late.”

“Okay, I’ll watch with you,” he says. “Go put it on. I’ll go to you once I finish.”

“Okay,” you excitedly reply, scurrying to the couch and turning the TV on. 

Jungkook usually leaves you to watch your shows, given that he enjoys his time to play his mobile games or do online shopping when you do. But he wants to be close to you tonight; he wants to hold you and feel you near him, wants to see you smile with and because of him. 

You’re seated comfortably, legs curled underneath a blanket, and Jungkook takes it off you, places your feet on the ground, and lays his head on your lap. 

You let him like it’s natural; you know that your husband likes being close to you in different ways and you secretly like it when he’s being clingy. 

Jungkook turns to the TV only briefly before looking up at you, feeling sentimental that he can be this intimate, this natural with you, when at one point, it was hard for him to be around you. The thought causes another crack in his heart. He knows you’d felt that distance, that aversion, that hesitation. He hates that for a time, he made you feel unwanted. 

Taking your hand that’s combing through his hair, he kisses it again and places it on his chest. 

“Okay, honey,” you say, pausing the show. “What’s going on? You didn’t smother with kisses when you arrived, you weren’t being dramatic about the pork belly being delicious, and you’re not making ridiculous comments about the show and the food not being hot anymore so they can’t possibly taste good.”

He’d laugh if he wasn’t feeling so down, but he takes in your pouty face and furrowed brows, wanting nothing more than to wipe those off and just make you smile. But he also knows he has to be honest with you; he’s more transparent than anything, after all.

“I was looking for restaurants to eat at for our date this weekend,” he starts, noting your excited face at the mention. “And I asked Jimin if that French restaurant at Lotte World would be good, and he told me that place holds bad memories for you.”

Your smile falls only a little but he catches it, so he sits up and pulls your legs over his so he could hold you.

“It’s the restaurant you reserved for my birthday before we got married, but I went ahead and booked a trip with the guys and made it seem like it was planned, but it wasn’t,” he admits. “I was angry so I—”

“Honey, you don’t have to explain,” you tell him. “That was years ago and we were very different people then; our situation was very different then. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“It does,” he insists. “Because that was still me, and that was still you. And I never got to apologize.”

“And you don’t have to because you didn’t know.”

“And you wouldn’t have told me. And I would’ve never known that once upon a time, I made you feel like your efforts were worthless, that I didn’t want to spend my birthday with you, and that’s a feeling I can’t ever take back.” 

“Kook, we don’t have to keep going back to things that happened in the past,” you say, cupping his face and caressing his cheeks. “We’re in such a good place right now. Why think about those things?”

He softens in your touch, his face falling because he knows you’re right. But there’s something inside him he can’t shake, like he feels there’s always something he needs to apologize for, that he needs to make up for, something he expresses but something that you counter.

“A lifetime of apologies? Is that what you really want, Kook? Is that how you want to love me?” you say, recalling those conversations you’ve had before.

“Apologizing - that’s part of loving you,” he insists.

“Not for things you did before, for things you didn’t know. That’s not fair to us, to the two people who choose each other everyday and work to settle our differences if there’s a past that’s going to keep holding us back,” you say. “That past? That’s fixed; we can’t change it, there’s no reason to go back to it. So let’s just move forward, can we do that? Make new memories, like in that restaurant or in playgrounds or in your soccer games.”

It takes a while but he finally smiles, one you know is genuine. “That sounds good.” 

“But that was just it, right?” He continues. “I mean, it was just that dinner that you had planned?”

It’s your turn this time to look a little hesitant. You wish he didn’t ask, but you also know it wouldn’t hurt much if you’re honest. 

“I, uh,” you start, looking at curious doe-eyes staring back at you. “I hand-painted a birthday card for you. I was gonna give it during dinner and then when you returned but I got shy and then forgot about it. I wouldn’t have remembered it if you didn’t ask.”

“A… a card? Did you burn it or something?” He asks, masking his sadness.

You shake your head. “I kept it. I don’t know why. I guess it still holds good memories for me. I was happy when I was making it.”

“Can I see?”

You release yourself from his hold but take his hand and guide him to your studio. You open the bottom drawer of your desk and take something from underneath a pile of envelopes and show him what you’d made. 

On the front is a simple happy birthday against scenery that he likes, something that reminds him of his little adventures. He opens the card and aches at the message you wrote. 

To one of many more birthdays to come, I hope. May you have an amazing day like you deserve, Jungkook. I’m glad I could be with you this time. 

You see his eyes turn glassy and this is the last thing you wanted - for him to be guilty over something he shouldn’t. You’d made that reservation without consulting him; you didn’t have a reason to feel bad about it. That’s how you got over it, and it worked that time.

“Honey, I don’t want you to—”

“Can I keep it?” He asks, surprising you. “I just… want to have as much of you as possible.”

“Alright then,” you smile, hoping this signals the end of him apologizing for things he doesn’t need to. “So we’re fine? Let’s head to that French place, okay? They have a Pastry Library that I want to see.”

“Okay,” he smiles. “I’ll reserve for us. We’ll have that nice, fancy dinner after the main event.”

“The main event?” Your cocked brow meets his now cheeky face. 

“Hmm,” he says, taking you in his arms and kissing your lips gently. “You’ll see.”

**

“I don’t think I dressed correctly for this.” You turn to Jungkook, horrified in your 2-piece trouser and crop top set. 

“Nah, you’re dressed perfectly,” he smirks, leaning across the car seat to kiss your cheek. “You look stunning, babe.”

“We’re… at a horse race track, Kook. How can I be dressed perfectly?!”

He’d told you earlier to dress like you would at date night. All you knew was dinner at a fancy restaurant and a “main event” that he wanted to keep a secret. 

“Relax,” he chuckles. “We won’t be on the actual track. It can get too loud so we’re staying at the lounge where we get to see everything. Makes it easier to bet.”

“So that’s what we’re doing, huh? Betting on a horse race?“ you catch on. 

“Yes,” he winks. “Winner gets to choose something the other person is gonna do for them.”

“Anything?” You look excitedly at him. There’s a few things you have in mind. 

“Anything,” he confirms. “It could be sexual, sweet, embarrassing… anything. And the other person has to do it.”

“Or else what?”

“There’s no or else, babe. We’re gonna do it whatever happens. That’s the fun of it,” he pouts, and you’re too enamored to turn him down. 

“Fine,” you give in. 

These dates have been enjoyable for you - you learn a lot about your husband, about you… and they most often than not end up in really good sex, so really, even if you lose the bet, you’re not actually a loser. 

“Let’s get going, then. I think I’ll be winning again this time.”

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Lake House

an arranged marriage between Jimin and Jeongguk, two people in love. it was a fairytale—until everything fell apart when Jimin receives a photo of a woman in his husband’s clothing.

Both eighteen and in love, Jimin and Jeongguk were arranged to marry each other. It was a breeze, they got along well with each other’s families, despite their marriage being for business convenience; they didn’t mind. Imagine growing up with the love of your life, falling for each other every day, and eventually, marry each other—it was a fairytale.

But misunderstandings got in the way. Someone got into the locker rooms while Jeongguk was out on the field, training. A person so obsessed with the university-famous soccer player becomes the antagonist to their perfect love story. She destroys the padlock of Jeongguk’s locker, and lucky for her, he never found a need to set a passcode. Not until that incident, at least. She takes a jersey from Jeongguk’s duffel bag, wears it over her uniform, clicks a photo using Jeongguk’s phone, and sends it to Jimin through the same device. 

Jimin accused Jeongguk of cheating then; and the latter, frustrated and baffled at how Jimin would think he could cheat on him. Jimin couldn’t bring himself to believe Jeongguk. Not yet. 

Ever since, they stopped wearing their wedding rings on their fingers. Putting it on as a show when they’re with their parents, but taking it off when they’re out in public. They barely talked to each other now. Jeongguk left the lake house gifted to the both of them during their engagement party, knowing Jimin would be restless when he was around. 

But he was wrong—Jimin missed him every passing second of the day. He regretted reacting the way he did before listening to Jeongguk’s side; because he should’ve known better. He grew up with him, Jeongguk wasn’t capable of hurting him like that. He let his emotions take over. 

“Oh my God!” Taehyung shakes him back to his senses. “What the hell, Jimin!” He watched as his best friend frantically searched for inside Jimin’s bag. For a few moments, Jimin was confused; not until he felt lightheaded. He realized he’s been absentmindedly eating peanuts—ironically his best friend’s favorite snack. Taehyung was on his phone the entire time Jimin was spacing out and munching away that he didn’t notice Jimin eating from his lunch box. 

Jimin started to wheeze as he had difficulty in breathing, his hand flew to his chest, clenching his shirt. People started to notice what was happening. “Shit, Jimin, you don’t have an EpiPen?!” Taehyung exclaims as he grabs his phone, dialing Jeongguk immediately. 

When Jeongguk receives the phone call, he swiftly grabs the EpiPen from his duffel bag, running out the locker room without a single care that his hair was dripping wet from the shower, and his tattoos were on full display for the campus to see. He only had one person in his mind—his husband Jimin.

“Move! Move!” Taehyung hears Jeongguk excuse himself from the small crowd around them. Jimin was lucky to have a best friend with an initiative. Taehyung knew what to do while he waited for Jeongguk. Jimin was laying flat on the grass, feet elevated off the ground.

“Jimin. I’m here. It’s okay, I’m right here.” Jeongguk whispers reassuringly before injecting the EpiPen on Jimin’s thigh. Jimin held onto his husband’s arm, vision starting to blur from the lack of oxygen. “I’m right here. You’re going to be alright.” He heard Jeongguk whisper before he closed his eyes.

—

Jimin woke up in his bed—well, his and Jeongguk’s bed. He was expecting Jeongguk to be right beside him when he woke up, but to his dismay, his husband’s side of the bed was empty and untouched. He gets up from the bed and takes a shawl. He stops in his tracks when he notices someone out their deck by the fire. Their room was fronting the lake. 

Jeongguk had his elbows on his knees when he felt something warm wrap around him. He looks up to see Jimin wrapping the both of them with a shawl as he smiles, butterflies waking up to flutter in his stomach again. It’s been weeks since he was this close to his husband. “Hey.” He was speechless, Jimin chuckles. “Hi.” The smaller one blushed as he sank on the couch, hands wrapping around Jeongguk’s left arm as he rested his head on the soccer player’s shoulder.

They shared a comfortable silence for a while, looking at the lake and how the moon reflected on the surface. The light sound the burning wood made created a calming ambience for the both of them. Jeongguk looked over to his left to watch Jimin. The smaller one had his eyes closed. Jeongguk smiled, watching the color of the light flame reflect on his husband’s face. “You’re beautiful.” He whispers to himself. 

“Hm?” Jimin hums, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at Jeongguk. His heart skipped a beat when he caught Jeongguk already looking at him with a fond smile on his face. “Nothing.” His husband whispers. Comfortable silence befalls them again, with nothing but the sound of wood burning and the crickets in the forest surrounding their lake house. 

Jeongguk speaks up. “Can I give you a kiss?” He asks, voice gentle. Jimin nods, closing his eyes. He feels Jeongguk lean in. Then, he felt a pair of lips on his forehead. He frowns, but his stomach flips nevertheless. Jeongguk sees the pout and laughs, “Disappointed?” 

Jimin nods again. “How could you say I’m beautiful and only kiss me on the forehead?” He pouts. 

“Because I don’t know if it’s okay—if we’re okay. We haven’t talked about what happened.” Jeongguk honestly answers as their noses touch. “But we don’t have to talk about it right now.” He kisses the tip of Jimin’s nose. “You need to rest. You really scared me back there.” He kisses Jimin’s nose again. “I told you to always bring an EpiPen with you.”

“I’m sorry.” Jimin says. “For that and..and that I got upset with yout right away. I let my emotions take over me. I didn’t even listen to anything you said.” He continues. Jeongguk shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry for what you felt, Jimin. You’re entitled to it, honor your emotions. It’s valid.”

Jeongguk pulls his left arm away from Jimin’s hold and wraps it around the latter’s shoulders instead. Jimin snuggled into his husband’s chest as he held the shawl around them. “I was just hurt that you would think I was capable of doing that to you. But don't ever apologize for being angry.” Jeongguk says, and Jimin felt his hold tighten around his shoulders. “I’m sorry too, for letting it happen.”

Jimin tilted his head up and brought his left hand to touch Jeongguk’s cheeks. “It wasn’t your fault. Who would’ve thought some creep would use your phone and do that. I was just—afraid. I was afraid of the thought of losing you.” 

Jeongguk rubs his hand along Jimin’s arm to keep the latter warm. “I know. You will never lose me. I love you, and only you.” He whispers, and Jimin gets another kiss on the forehead. “I missed you, do you know that?” Jeongguk smiles. 

Jimin closes the proximity between their faces, his hand moving from Jeongguk’s cheek to his neck. When his hand was on Jeongguk’s chest, he felt something. “Oh?” Jimin’s attention shifted from Jeongguk’s lips to the object on his chest. 

With his right hand, Jeongguk pulls out the chain around his neck, revealing their wedding ring. He always wore it as a pendant. “I always wear our wedding ring. So each day, I hold a piece of you close to my heart.” He grins, “Plus, you’re my lucky charm.” He continued, and he was being honest. Whenever his team had a tournament, he made sure he wore his wedding ring around his neck.

Jimin’s cheeks flushed warm and pink; butterflies erupting with joy in his stomach. “Jeon Jeongguk, you are so perfect.” He smiles, hand moving to rest on the back of Jeongguk’s neck. 

“I love you.” He declares, before finally zeroing in on Jeongguk’s lips to kiss him; and God, he swore there could never be anything more perfect than their lips moving together.

Jimin rested his head on Jeongguk’s chest as the latter wrapped his arm around his husband’s shoulder. They stay snuggled up like that for a few hours, sharing quiet kisses every so often, giggling like they’ve fallen in love with each other all over again. 

The night grew darker and the fire slowly calmed down into an ember. Time flew as they both fell asleep under the moonlight, listening to the light crackling of firewood, with nothing but each other and a shawl to keep them warm. 

—

Jeongguk carried Jimin to their bedroom. They shouldn’t sleep outside, lest they catch a cold. 

“Stay.” Jeongguk hears his husband say softly as he laid him down on the mattress. He smiles, “I will. I just have to change into something more comfortable and I’ll join you in bed, okay?” He reassures and tries to stand upright to leave—but Jimin looped his finger around the wedding ring dangling off Jeongguk’s neck.

“Stay, please.” Jimin shyly says, biting his lip as he looked into Jeongguk’s eyes.

Jimin lightly tugs on the wedding ring to pull the other closer. Jeongguk chuckles, resting his right hand on the bed,  “I’ll be quick. I’ll join you in a bit. Go back to sleep.” He whispers. 

Jimin shakes his head, and a smile finds its way to Jeongguk’s lips. He leans in, gently planting a kiss on his husband’s lips, plump pair moving in sync before he pulls away slowly. Jimin pouts, wanting to feel Jeongguk’s lips on his again. 

A soft chuckle leaves Jeongguk’s lips as he climbs on the bed, stature hovering over Jimin. Jeongguk stayed on his knees as he took his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. He leans in and kisses Jimin’s neck, leaving marks on his husband’s supple skin. 

—

It was fortunate that they lived in a lake house, because the noise coming from their master’s bedroom would be enough to jolt their neighbors awake. In contrast to their quiet and calm moments earlier, this time, they were nothing but loud and lewd. Not that they moan intentionally, they just couldn’t help it. They missed each other desperately, and it showed. 

“Mmmh, you’re so tight.” Jeongguk moans, head leaning back as he thrusted into Jimin. “I—ah—I missed you.” Jimin managed to say before he bites his lip, grabbing a handful of his husband’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss. “Mmph, mmph, mmph, haaaa.” Jimin moans into the kiss. 

Jeongguk kisses Jimin's jaw, then to his neck, before taking Jimin’s sensitive bud between his teeth and running his tongue over and over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jimin curses under his breath, nails dragging along Jeongguk’s back. His husband thrusted into him faster. “Ah, ah, ah, ah—Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Jeongguk.” Jimin almost cries at the pleasure he was feeling. 

Jimin whimpers when Jeongguk suddenly pulls out, but before he could even complain, Jeongguk slams back into him, deeper. “Auuughhh, fuuuuck.” Jeongguk moans, eyes almost rolling back at how good it feels. Jeongguk’s large hands find Jimin’s thighs, and without relenting his thrusts, he lifts his husband’s legs, making them dangle over either of his shoulders. “Fuck, baby.” Jeongguk cursed under his breath. His husband was flexible, alright.

“Oh, Oh-h-h, fuck!” Jimin’s palms hit the wall while the other clenched the sheets. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s it, right there.” He begged, and Jeongguk obliged. Left hand putting pressure on Jimin’s abdomen while his right hand grabbed the headboard. 

The harder Jeongguk thrusted into Jimin, the harder the bed rocked back and forth, hitting the wall over and over again. “Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.” Jeongguk moaned his husband’s name, eyes coming to a close.

Jimin opens his lips, “Fuck me—A-ah—show me how much you missed me.” 

Jeongguk opens his eyes and looks down, he marvels at the sight before him. Jimin’s flustered cheeks, damp eyelashes, and swollen lips. 

Jeongguk snapped. He grunts, grip tightening on the headboard while his other hand wrapped around Jimin’s leaking member. “H–haa, fuck.” Jimin moans, back arching as Jeongguk stroked his cock. “Oh, oh, oh-h—oumphh.” Jimin fists the sheets in pleasure.

“Fuck, I missed your moans, baby. I miss the sounds you make.” Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow as he thrusted into Jimin in a relentless pace, stroking the latter’s cock in the same rhythm. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, baby, fuck, I’m c–close!” Jimin writhes, both hands flying to claw on his husband’s back, leaving marks to remember tonight by. 

“Together—Augh—let’s—fuck—come together.” Jeongguk pants, and when he sees Jimin frantically nod, he lets go of all inhibitions. He growls as he bucked his hips into Jimin, gripping the headboard tight as the bed croaked. “Fuck, right there, right there, right there!! Don’t st—ah, ah, ah—don’t stop!!” Jimin’s voice was music to Jeongguk’s ear. Jimin’s right leg slips from Jeongguk’s shoulder. “I—o-ouugh–I wish you could see yourself right n-now.” Jimin pants, a smirk finding its way to his face. 

The way Jeongguk looked so fucked out was Jimin’s ecstasy. Beads of sweat were gliding down his chest, jaw tightening with every grunt he made, and the way his eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. Jimin was in heaven, and Jeongguk was on high. Their bodies trembled together as they came, cum leaking from Jimin’s hole, and Jimin cumming onto Jeongguk’s hand. 

Jeongguk let go of the headboard as he rested over Jimin, elbows supporting his weight. Jimin runs his hands from the small of Jeongguk’s back to his shoulder blades. He wraps his left arm around his top’s shoulder, while he softly caresses Jeongguk’s hair with the other. “It’s okay, you can lay on top of me.” He whispers, kissing the side of Jeongguk’s temple. So, gently, Jeongguk rests his head on Jimin’s chest, feeling it heave up and down as they both catch their breaths. 

“Can we stay like this for a while?” Jimin asks, exhaustion starting to kick in. Jeongguk looks up to check on Jimin, he smiles as he sees his husband already closing his eyes. “Go to sleep, baby. I got you.” He spoke softly, leaning up to give Jimin a peck on the lips. “Hmm.” Jimin hums, “Don’t pull out, okay?” He mumbles, earning a soft laugh from Jeongguk. He could tell Jimin was close to falling asleep. “Okay.” He answers, giving him another peck on the lips before resting his head back down on Jimin’s chest. Jimin fell asleep shortly after, his left arm still hugging Jeongguk, while the other rested behind Jeongguk’s head. 

Jeongguk cleaned Jimin up while the latter was asleep, and after he managed to put on some clothes on Jimin, he carried him to the guest room where they would spend the rest of their night; taking a mental note to change the sheets in the master’s bedroom first thing in the morning. 

—

After settling Jimin on the bed, Jeongguk unclasps the chain around his neck, letting the ring fall on his palm. He smiled as he slipped the ring snuggly around his finger. 

“Jeongguk.” He hears Jimin mumble in his sleep, voice soft like a cloud. He slips under the duvet and wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist. “I’m here.” He whispers, snuggling his nose on the curve of his husband’s neck. “I’m right here.”

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thinning thread (drabble) — jjk

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Full Request: thinning thread couple update on how they r doing! 🍴🍴🍴Plot: After two years of counselling, Belle and Jungkook take their first trip together since their honeymoon.  Pairing: Musician!Jungkook x Writer!OC (Name: Belle)  Type: Drabble Rating: R18+ Word Count: 982 Warnings: healing from marriage troubles, explicit smut Author’s Note: I’m not gonna lie, I wrote this entire thing literally in between dozing off to sleep. So it’s not great I’m sorry but I hope you like it!

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In the wake of autumn, Belle was invited to the Dusk Winery after a successful book launch. As the trees turned a deep orange, leaves dancing through the chilling air, port wines were at the height of popularity in this area. The owner of Dusk Winery, Antoine personally emailed her an invitation to taste his new and old wine blends.

Belle thought there was no better chance to take a trip than this invitation. Her schedule clashed heavily with Jungkook’s. Getting counselling sessions between Belle’s tight deadlines and Jungkook’s constant touring or studio recording was hard enough.

Jungkook wasn’t a fan of wine but he agreed regardless, knowing he had a comeback in only two months to prepare for. He had a good week or so to spend with his wife before going overseas again.

Healing was still taking its sweet time. Their fights were not quite as explosive but long, firm conversations instead. They always made sure to reconcile their arguments before going to sleep. Another rule was not to leave the house after a disagreement. They did have one fight when Jungkook ended up missing a counselling session but it didn’t topple their progress. They talked, cried and made up. Jungkook firmly stood his ground with his producers and ensured that another counselling session wasn’t missed.

It was another new week and their relationship healed more than they had ever imagined. Considering the ashes of their divorce papers once lay in their fireplace, a gentle trip to a winery was nothing short of a miracle.

Belle wore a soft dress, dusky terracotta shade with sleeves that hung delicately off her shoulders. The wet air kissed her flesh and cast a sheen on her long hair. Jungkook, begrudgingly, wore a black dress shirt, unbuttoned down to his chest where his tattoos peaked. She wound her arm around his, walking down the pretty cobblestone path that crossed the beautiful vineyards.

The winery itself was a gorgeous structure of dark wood. Aromas of vanilla, berries and all assortments of deep chocolate wafted in the air as they entered the establishment.

Antoine wore a white suit and glimmering silver jewelry, contrasting himself with the dark notes of his winery. His blue eyes flickered over to Belle, eyes softening in recognition. “Mrs. Sol!” He cheered, rushing closer to them and shaking Belle’s hand excitedly. “I’m so honored to have you here!”

“Nice to meet you, Antoine.” Belle smiled. “This is my husband, Jungkook.”

Antoine merely glanced at Jungkook, eyeing him up and down. “Sir.” Immediately, his brightened attention turned back to Belle. “I’ve got quite a selection for you to try, Mrs. Sol.” He gestured behind him, keeping his eyes pierced into Belle like he was trying to read her mind.

Jungkook intertwined his fingers with Belle since Antoine practically dragged her down to the wine cellar below.

“By your emails, I assumed that you were going to come alone,” said Antoine. Not a hint of reluctance in his tone.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Jungkook joked.

Antoine forced a laugh. “Of course not.” He glanced at Belle again. Lingering constantly. “Please enjoy yourselves while I entertain our other guests.” He waved his hand towards the line of wines before walking past Belle and up to the top level.

Jungkook scoffed. “Fucker wanted to be alone with you.”

“Jungkook, stop.” Belle chuckled, looking over at the wines.

“He started it. Making it so obvious that he was trying something with you.” Jungkook was glad that he didn’t have to drink the wines and pretend to like it in front of the owner.

“Well, it’s a good thing I have you watching over me,” Belle teased as she poured herself a glass of port wine. “Can’t have me getting fucked in a wine cellar.”

Jungkook rolled up his sleeves and padded closer to Belle, watching her pretty eyes peer over the wine glass. “I don’t mind you getting fucked in a wine cellar. Not sure if that Willy Wonka is gonna be able to do it.”

Belle smirked as she swirled the wine in her mouth. “Do you have anyone in mind who’d do a good job?” Her voice lowered, drawling and tingling down Jungkook’s spine.

He reached around and squeezed her bottom, making her giggle. Jungkook placed her glass down, lifting her off the floor and onto the table.

Belle unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, her core pooling heat. They weren’t intimate often in the journey of trying to heal their relationship. She couldn’t even remember the last time Jungkook had dug his nails into her skin like this. Deep until every crude touch lingered on her.

Jungkook pulled out his length, yanking her panties away and sliding into her warmth. His knees shivered from being inside her again. His thrusts were slow but deep, impaling Belle until she felt him right in her cervix. The table screeched from the power of his movements.

Belle heard the clinking of the wine bottles. One of his thrusts pounded so deep into her that a light scream left her mouth, forcing Jungkook to place two fingers inside. She groaned, sucking on them happily as she stuffed them down her throat further.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “Such a good girl.” His body grew weak hearing her gag against him.

Saliva dribbled at the sides of her mouth until Jungkook replaced his fingers with his lips. Skin rubbed raw against their clothes and the scent of wine mixed with their arousal.

Pleasure rolled to the edge until Jungkook felt himself explode with a trembling moan, biting into her collarbone.

Belle smiled, feeling his warm seed filling her up to the brim, dripping onto the old wood of the table. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Too bad you have a tour. We could do this much longer.”

“Don’t make me quit my job cause I will.”

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