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BTS fic recs: April 2024

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love! Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | 💜 | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄. 

⭐Heart got Teeth @ugh-yoongi [12k] // knj x f.reader // enemies to fwb to lovers // 🥵😂

📝 (or, the one where namjoon meets his match and isn’t quite sure how to handle you.)

🗨️ wow okay, love, love, love this one 😭 it’s mainly from Namjoon’s pov, which is amazing, like all he observes about oc… Gosh and their back and forth teasing, witty banter and the dynamic between dominance and losing control— so good, ugh! 🥵 It’s amazing, so if you haven’t read this one yet, I highly recommend it ✨💯

I know I didn’t get to read so much Namjoon this month, so here’s a small list of what I didn’t get to read this month and stories that I’m excited to read— you can also find Namjoon’s old birthday rec list ✨

The Sheriff @ppersonna

Solace @m-yg93

Dino-Mite (ft. Taehyung) @chimcess

Castaways @rmnamjoons

To Tame a Fox @jamaisjoons

I know. I know. I never read enough Seokjin, and I’m really trying here 😭 I’ll share a list of what I’m looking forward to read, or you can check out my Seokjin birthday rec list ✨

Fast Lane @yminie

Cherry Topper @kth1 (@kth1fics)

Stuck with You @taleasnewastime

Off Limits (series) @floralseokjin

Christmas Warfare @gimmethatagustd

⭐Want a Taste @suga-kookiemonster [18.3k] // myg x f.reader // f2l, shopping mall!au // 🥰🥵😂

📝 pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what Yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. of course, you’re reasonably skeptical of his claims—but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong.

🗨️ KDJHGFDKJGAHDFKJHL I don’t know where to start with this one! First, a new favorite of mine 💜 It was so fucking cute, so sugary fluffy, a loved the slow buildup between Yoongi and MC. Like, it was so damn perfect 😭 Their banter, their teasing, their friendship, how MC helps him, and how they are there for each other 💗💯 A masterpiece, perfection, and the writing was also amazing, just as the story and plot!!

⭐Wine [completed series] @junghelioseok // myg x f.reader // coworkers!au, restaurant!ua // 🥰🥵😂

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🗨️ OMG THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING!!!! The smut, the writing, the build-up is fucking incredible ✨💯

⭐Warm @ctrlhope [3.6k] // myg x f.reader // omegaverse!au, established relationship // 🥰🥵

📝 the second yoongi steps into your apartment, any hope for a quiet night in instantly vanishes from his mind.

🗨️ omg 🥵 it’s been such a long time since I’ve read anything omegaverse/a/b/o and fuck this was so good 😭 so well written, the words just flowed and omg they’re both omegas and so needy, fuck, I loved it so much 💖🥹💯

My poor Hobi— didn’t get to read any of all those I had planned to read this month 😭 So here’s a list of stories that I am planning to read. You are also welcome to check out this year’s Hobi birthday rec list ✨

Plant Boy @gukyi

Crash Landing @mininky

Best Fucking Friends (ft. Jimin) @back2bluesidex

The Retreat @ugh-yoongi

Safety Zone @btsgotjams27

⭐Under the Spell of a Demon’s Touch @jeonggukingdom [14.8k]  // pjm x f.reader // incubus!au, cheating!au, established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 you had believed, for your entire life, that creatures of the underworld were only a myth but you were proven wrong by the existence of Jimin. He is, according to his definition, a smaller type of Fae called Incubus. A creature of sex. Someone that can only live and strive as long as his sexual appetite is satiated every day. And Incubi are known in all of their myths to be insatiable and ravenous creatures.

🗨️ do you want to cry? 😭😭😭 This was devastatingly beautiful and so fucking sad! It was very hard for me to read because of all the cheating (I really don’t read those, because I don’t enjoy them). But this has been on my list since forever and I like the author 🥹 though, I will say that I appreciate it for the plot, so fucking sad and the writing is so wonderfully beautiful ✨ I am sure someone else might find it to their taste, which is why I recommend 💖

It is so freaking sad though, like I cried. A lot. Hauntingly beautiful, though I don’t want them to be together, because they both be hurting each other so much 😭💔

⭐The Ten Days of Ex-Mas: pt1 + pt2 @kpopfanfictrash [44.6k] // pjm x f.reader // holiday!au, second chance!au, hockey!au, exes to loves // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling. Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend you’re still dating – and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.

🗨️ okay. Okay. Okay. *deep calm breaths* —THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY GOOD, I truly don’t know where to begin! The plot? The hurt/anger? Their chemistry? Their sexiness? Fuck, like everything in this is making it a beautiful masterpiece 💯💖 I really love how each of them thinks about what happened with their relationship, are working to get better, though Jimin should have been honest about his intentions for the trip, everything was just so fucking amazing 😭 I really loved the aspect of self reflection, seeking therapy, working through it and all that— really payed of for the characters! Loved it, it was so good 💜

Jimin, my man 😭 I’m really disappointed in myself this month— so here’s a few I’m excited to read, but didn’t get to this month. You can also check out Jimin’s birthday rec list from last year ✨

Secrets by the Shore @chateautae

Into the Wilderness @gukyi

⭐Pour Up @jungkxook [14k] // kth x f.reader + jjk x f.reader // fuckboy!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 sleeping with both notorious frat boys kim taehyung and jeon jungkook doesn’t sound so bad ━ especially when you’re drunk and faded.

🗨️ omg omg omg omg 🥵😭 So much smut, so beautiful and so freaking detailed, WHAT!? This was incredible, okay, if you haven’t read this one yet, please go and give it a read 🥹💯

⭐Bodyguard (there’s a pt 2) @yoonpobs [2.7k] // kth x f.reader // e2l, bodyguard!au // 🥵

📝 you protect taehyung from people but forget about the biggest threat. yourself.

🗨️ this part is just as good as the first part 😭 The sexual tension is so high, and oh my, it is so fucking hot 🥵 It is such an amazing series 💯 It’s a shame that it probably won’t be continued (the author is on hiatus), but the two parts that are up are so good! 💖

⭐Dick on the Go @jeonggukingdom [20.7k]  // kth x f.reader // bf2l // 🥰🥵😂

📝 it was all shits and giggles when you and Taehyung were desperate seniors in High School, having no idea what to do with your lives, wondering if you’d ever find a decent job or even graduate in the first place. It is not so funny anymore when you come home from the big city to enjoy your vacation time and you find his sex-shop right in front of the house you grew up in when you were a kid. “If nothing works out I’m just gonna open a sex shop and call it something obnoxious like ‘Dick on the Go’ or something with a stupid zucchini logo flashing on top of the building.” He had said one time. Shit, you had no idea he actually meant it.

🗨️ kinda late to the party— but holy fuck this is insanely good and so funny 🥵😭

⭐When Worlds Collide [ongoing series] @letjungcoook7 [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, slice of life!au, s2l, fuckboy!jk, virgin!reader // 🥵🌩️

📝 since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where you’re the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.

🗨️ I’m still reading this amazing story (there’s five parts out) and it’s so damn interesting— like, there’s a lot of drama and angst and I really love it🔥

⭐Chasing Cars (teaser) [ongoing series] @oddinary4bts [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

🗨️ only the teaser has been posted (1k words though!) and it is so fucking amazing, like everything Ella writes. The first chapter drops on 10th of May, so please, go read it, add yourself to the taglist, and please let Ella know how excited you are for it! I already know this series is going to be epic ✨💯

⭐Milkin’ Days @wwilloww [3.9k]  // jjk x f.reader // cowboy!au, cowboy stripper!jungkook // 🥵😂😂

📝 when the charming but mysterious cowboy Jungkook approaches you, you are positively smitten, drawn to him like a horse to a fresh bucket of feed. Little did you know, however, what dark secret he kept hidden behind those barn doors.

🗨️ what the fuck did I read??? 🥵 No, no, no— it’s not bad, it’s the darn opposite! I mean, it is so freaking filthy and all the dirty talk and terrible puns about cowboys, farming, gosh, everything, it’s so fucking hilarious!!!!! Seriously, such a funny crack fic, I loved it 😂💜

This month was another tough one for me (mentally) and I also focused a lot more on my writing, which meant that I didn’t get to read as much as I use to 😭 So this list is a bit incomplete, and I’ll put ‘to read’ sections under the members that I didn’t get to read. I hope May will be much better, but some personal shit has already happened to me, and I’m thinking about going on a hiatus, but reading and writing is what keeps me going, so I’ll try to keep going, just a bit slower maybe and give myself more time, and that it’s okay to not go things like I used to 🥹

Thank you for reading— please give these lovely authors a lot of love, read their stories and leave them a comment/reblog to let them know that you liked it and that they matter 🫶

Love you and Borahae 💜

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

Hey can you make a fic just like that forbidden fic stepdad namjoon but with jungkook please...I'll really appreciate it .

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I can't believe this request went with THIS gif lmao ily

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: mentions of blood/death and violence (not towards the reader), mentions of past abuse (not by jungkook), allusions to murder, brief mentions of alcohol, some hurt/comfort, pseudo incest, corruption, soft manipulation, slight age gap, dub con, dirty talk, the daddy kink is real in this one, spanking, hair pulling, hints of breeding kink, praise, creampie

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Jungkook knew you better than the back of his hand. It was no wonder that despite how busy he was, you found him waiting for you when you tried to sneak back inside the house at two in the morning.

You stood frozen in the kitchen door, your heart thumping loudly in your ears. His face was unreadable, dark eyes taking in the little black dress you wore. It seemed fine when you put it on, but under his gaze, you felt vulnerable and exposed.

He broke the silence with a sigh.

"Come here."

Uncertainly, you set your purse down on the shelf and made your way towards him, your head buzzing. Jungkook had always been very protective of you and you were no stranger to his anger. Unlike your mother, however, he has never raised his voice at you before, let alone his hand. For that reason alone you hated going behind his back and lying to him. He had always been on your side.

All the same, at times his protectiveness was overbearing and he had to understand that. Despite the guilt stirring in your stomach, you were ready to speak up and fight with him if necessary, preparing for the worst when you stopped in front of him.

But without a word, he simply wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaning his forehead on your stomach. You stiffened. Jungkook hugged you often, but affection was the last thing you expected from him right now, especially affection this intimate. Your heart seemed to stop for a moment before picking up its pace.

"I'm sorry," his whisper was muffled, but still very audible.

Confusion clouded your head, blurring your thoughts.

"W-what?"

Why was he apologizing when you were the one in trouble? Had he realized that maybe he's been holding on to you too tightly, suffocating your freedom?

He looked up at you. His tattooed hand reached upwards to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You've been sneaking out a lot since your mum's gone. It's my fault, isn't it?"

You blinked down at him, trying to ignore the puzzling pang in your chest and the heat spreading through your cheeks as he touched you. With the way he was looking at you, you weren't quite sure what was going on anymore. Words just wouldn't come.

Jungkook sighed again, then got up from his chair. Just like that he was towering over you, his lips brushing over your forehead.

"I haven't been paying you enough attention, hm?"

Oh no, he definitely has. Too much, in fact, but you couldn't find it in yourself to tell him that, letting each word he murmured drip into your heart and disturb its peaceful ocean.

"I know I haven't been a good father. I'm always at work and you're left here all alone. But I'll make it up to you, baby. I promise."

You felt your heart sink in your chest under the weight of guilt. This wasn't true. He has been the best part of your life since he appeared in it. And suddenly you were left feeling small and ashamed of your own behavior. You were all the family he had, really. What made you act out and be this selfish?

Your eyes warmed with tears. You had to speak up, even through the lump in your throat. Because honesty, no matter how brutal, was still a better option than Jungkook blaming himself for your behavior.

"It's- it's not your fault," you stammered, swallowing hard. "It's just- I just..."

Jungkook placed his thumb on your lower lip, rubbing it softly. You could feel your stomach turn.

"It's okay, baby. Come on, let's just get some rest."

With a deep breath, you nodded and followed him upstairs, his arm wrapped around you. He led you into your bedroom and shut the door, sitting you down on the mattress gently. You assumed he wanted to talk, and you were right.

"Did you have fun?" He asked as he knelt down before you, lifting your foot to take off your shoe.

You stared at him, mesmerized and strangely moved by the gesture. There was a hidden part of you that realized why you never let your friends peek inside your relationship with Jungkook, why you never spoke about the way he treated you. That part of you knew you were a little too close than you were supposed to be, but it was easy to tell yourself that this was your business, that nothing wrong was happening, they would just never understand.

Jungkook glanced up at you, placing your heels neatly by the bedside.

"What's wrong?"

You shook your head.

"Nothing, da-" you paused, but you knew you were caught, his eyes burning into yours. You cleared your throat and looked away. "Nothing, daddy."

Jungkook hummed, pressing his thumb into your calf.

"Really? Because you seem tense to me."

You frowned, your eyes still wet, your head spinning. Jungkook stood up and brushed his hand through your hair.

"You drank a little, didn't you?"

You nodded slowly, more guilt turning your stomach. There was no point in lying. He could see right through you. It wasn't like you were drunk anyway; you knew you couldn't come home like that without getting caught.

Jungkook brushed your tears away when they flowed, tenderly, his touch familiar and comforting.

"Why don't you lie down for me? I'll help you feel better."

You blinked at him, mascara smudged and lips parting lightly.

"On your stomach, baby," he said, his hands coming down to your shoulders.

You were so confused your body seemed to only be able to follow his commands. You let him push you into the mattress, trying to relax against the pillow. It was difficult, though, when the bed dipped and you felt him climb on top of it. You lifted your head to look back at him, but his hand pressed into your cheek and forced it back down.

"Relax, angel," he murmured. "I just want to help you, yeah?"

Help you how? You couldn't stop the heated shiver that passed through you, blaming it entirely on fear. Were you going to get punished after all? What would that even entail? He wouldn't hit you, would he?

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until he released you. He pressed his thumbs into your calves and proceeded to massage them in lazy circles, each one a ripple, spreading warmth through you. His touch felt good, slowly travelling upwards and then descending in circles again, the pressure heavenly on your legs, tired from dancing all night. A small, almost inaudible whine left your throat.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, your eyes fluttering.

"Just taking care of my little girl."

Your stomach dropped low, so low you had a feeling you were falling. You pushed yourself up on your arms, but Jungkook was quick to lean forward, a strong hand on your back forcing you back down once more.

"Stay still, angel, be good for me."

You tried to steady your breathing, feeling his hand smooth over the curve of your spine....and then your ass. You gasped, the panicked pounding of your heart echoing in your throat.

Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm. He settled his palms on your thighs next to rub them as well, release the tension from your muscles; but they only seemed to be getting tenser as he touched you.

You swallowed, your stomach flipping when he parted your thighs to work on the inside too. His fingers explored every inch of your skin he could reach, his breath hot on your ear as he leaned over you.

"Were you with a boy?"

You blinked, so distracted by the shock of how inappropriate all of this was that you didn't quite catch on to his question.

Jungkook slid his hand up slowly. It landed on your ass again and he squeezed it shamelessly, lovingly, his nose brushing up against the shell of your ear.

"Tonight," he clarified. "Did you sneak out to see a boy?"

You tensed up beneath him, a cold wave of fear flooding you from head to toe.

"I- I'm sorry," you blurted, tears burning your eyes again. "Please just-" stop. The word died on your tongue, because if you had to say it out loud, you'd have to say it in a complete sentence.

Stop making me feel like this.

Jungkook shushed you, trailing your cheek with his lips.

"No baby," he whispered. "This is my fault. I'm your father, aren't I? I should know better."

Your breath hitched when you felt his hand crawl under your dress, kneading the soft flesh of your ass harder, awakening a throbbing ache deep inside of you.

"Daddy-"

He squeezed even harder at the name. You were beginning to panic, the wetness gushing out of you mortifying, thighs squeezing together on instinct. Softly, Jungkook snuck his free hand in between the mattress and your stomach, sliding up. It passed your breasts and landed on your neck, luring you into a false sense of security. He stroked your collarbones, traced your racing pulse.

And then slowly, ever so slowly, firm and warm against the swell of your breasts, his inked hand slid right inside your bra.

You jerked at the intrusion.

Your chest trembled beneath his touch, your pussy clenching around nothing. It was unholy, and you wondered if you could set yourself free from this cage of heat and stupor, would you trash around and tell him to stop touching you? Would it make a difference if you did?

"What are you doing?" You whispered again, unable to find any other words.

Jungkook circled your hardened nipple with the tip of his finger, leaving a soft kiss on the side of your neck. It made you shudder.

"Taking care of my little girl," he replied with the same words, low and smooth. "Like I should have been all along. Like you've been craving."

You whined weakly, a pathetic attempt at a protest.

"I, I haven't..."

Jungkook leaned back again, only to lift your dress up, exposing your ass to his eyes. You tightened your grip on your pillow, your stomach jumping when he hooked his thumbs into your underwear.

"Really?" He questioned, taking his time to slide the material down your thighs. "Then why are you so wet?"

You had no answer. You started trembling when you heard him undo his zipper, hovering above you again. Your cunt clenched desperately, leaking. You didn't know if you were more scared of what was happening or the betrayal of your own body. His breathing sounded heavy in your ear, his knee nudging your thighs further apart.

"And why are you sneaking out just to fuck around, huh?" The question came with an abrupt smack on your ass.

You twitched at the burn, crying out in surprise. His hand was quick to tangle itself in your hair and pull your head back. The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance, hot and hard.

"Daddy-" you stammered again, shaky and unsure. Unsure if you were asking him to stop or just ram inside and fuck you already.

Jungkook groaned, rubbing himself against your slick folds.

"Yeah, I am, and you're my little girl. Only mine."

The first inch of his cock finally slid inside you. It felt so thick, already stretching you open. Your back arched like a cat's, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Jungkook shivered against you and continued pushing forward, your cunt fluttering and leaking around him.

"Oh fuck..." he breathed out. "See? You fit me so well, baby. This is where I belong."

His hips were right against your ass when he bottomed out, a soft, shaky moan escaping your throat. You felt full, so full of him everywhere, a loud squelch following his first thrust. You couldn't believe you were this wet.

He couldn't either.

He moaned lowly, setting a steady pace, plunging so deep into you it was impossible to hold on to any rationality.

"Why are you crying?"

You looked up at him. Were you crying? You didn't even notice.

Somehow the fact that he brought it to your attention made more tears flow. His pace slowed, his lips caressing your cheeks softly, chasing them away.

"This is-" you moaned out, sniffling right after, "you're my-"

You could feel him smile against you. Why was he smiling? Didn't he realize how messed up this was? He was literally married to your mother before she...

"I'm your what?" He rasped, his cock twitching inside you.

His next thrust was harder, free hand travelling down to grope your ass again.

You whimpered, burning hot with shame and pleasure. Was he really getting off on this? Well, you weren't much better, but he didn't seem to feel even a bit of remorse. In fact, he seemed to be all the way up in heaven, and the way he groaned as he fucked you had you clenching down on his cock. His hips moved so well, sensual and strong against you, rushing you towards a high you didn't know was possible to reach.

"I'm your what?" He repeated the question, out of breath and sweet, demanding an answer.

You couldn't bring yourself to use the word. Not when he was inside you, raw and throbbing, covered in your slick.

Jungkook, however, wasn't too happy with your lack of compliance, his hand harsh and heavy when it came down on your ass again.

You moaned lewdly, urging his hips to snap harder against you.

"What the fuck am I, baby? Answer the fucking question."

More tears spilled, but somehow the shame fueled the desire, made the flames burn hotter.

You still couldn't use the word. Instead, you settled for a quiet, weak daddy.

Jungkook moaned.

"Yeah. Fuck yeah. And daddy is the only man a little girl needs, baby," he breathed into your ear. "You don't need another man. It's daddy's- ah- responsibility to keep you full. Your heart, your bank account and your cunt."

You tightened around him, the knot in your stomach twisting hotly. Jungkook's hips stuttered in their rhythm. He almost whimpered, a sound you never thought you'd hear coming from him. It had you on the brink of coming, pushing your ass up into him to chase the feeling.

Jungkook got the message, tugging on your hair roughly, the sting inducing goosebumps. The bed began to creak as he finally quickened his pace, pounding into your cunt like he wanted to tear you apart.

"Oh, I'm going to give you what you need, baby," he promised in between harsh pants, a groan slipping out between the words. "This little pussy is mine, and I'm going to stuff it full, yeah?"

A jolt of panic went through you, along with a jolt of arousal that made you soak his cock further.

"No, no, what if I- mmm-"

Your thighs started to shake, and it was impossible to tell if it was from anxiety or from how close you were.

"Get pregnant?" He finished for you, his teeth grazing your neck.

You could feel him twitch inside you, another filthy, breathy moan reaching your ear.

"You don't want that? No? Don't want daddy to knock you up?"

He pressed his lips into your ear when you shook your head.

"Liar," he whispered. "Your wet, little pussy wants it. Just gonna have to wait for your brain to catch up, baby. And before it does, I'm going to fuck you full, make it run down your thighs."

The band inside you snapped, the white, blazing heat blinding your senses. You could hear Jungkook groan and curse, thick warmth spurting right inside you as he came with you. The feeling only made you clench harder, made your shake under him like a leaf in the wind.

You weren't sure when it stopped, slowly coming back down to earth when he collapsed on top of you, his cock twitching inside you.

You felt a lot more drunk than you had when you came in, your body pulsing. Wanting to let you breathe, Jungkook pushed himself up reluctantly and slipped out of you with a quiet moan. You could feel his cum trickle out of you, staining the sheets below you.

It was just as euphoric as it was terrifying. What now?

As if sensing your worries, Jungkook touched your shoulder and gently turned you onto your back. It was the first time you could look at him properly since he laid you down. And he was so beautiful it made your heart hurt. Flushed and fucked out and looking at you like nothing else in the world mattered to him.

It made you remember your mother. And despite the fact that you never had a good relationship with her, you burst into tears.

Jungkook pulled you into his arms, cradling you like a child. If not for the fact that your panties were on the floor, he was still unzipped and you were overflowing with him, it would have been quite an ordinary image. Just a father holding his daughter.

"Baby, baby," he soothed, both of his hands caressing your sides. "Please, don't cry, fuck. What's the matter?"

You pulled away from his neck, wiping at your cheeks angrily.

"What do you mean what's the matter? You're- you're my-" you still couldn't bring yourself to say father. Instead, you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "You married my mum," you spat instead. "She's not even gone that long. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

You were one to talk. You couldn't help it, though. You were angrier with yourself than you were with Jungkook, and you had no idea how to deal with all the guilt you were feeling.

But your outburst didn't seem to bother him. He kept stroking your back, letting you throw your poison at him, with a look so tender in his eyes it made you feel even more sick with self loathing. You hid your face in your hands, unable to handle looking at him any longer.

Jungkook didn't mind. He'd take the poison from you. He'd drink all the poison from your well if it meant healing your soul. He'd drink poison from your lips if it meant he would get to touch them.

"You're too good for this world," he whispered softly.

Your hands slowly lowered, revealing your red, puffy eyes. You certainly weren't feeling good at all. What did he ever see in you, what did he see in you right now that made him ever think that?

"Your mother is gone. I..." He hesitated. "... cared about her, but she's gone now."

The fact that he avoided the word love did not escape you. Your brows furrowed.

"I loved her at first," he quickly corrected himself, though it was nothing but a lie. "But when I saw how she was treating you..."

You felt your stomach turn again, not in a good way. These memories weren't something you needed on your mind right now.

"It made me realize she wasn't a good person," he continued, brushing away the tear that fell down your cheek. "And you shouldn't feel bad for being happy because of her. Or anyone, for that matter."

His words were the understatement of the century. But you didn't need to know that.

He watched your face soften and pulled you in close again, his arms tight and secure around you.

"I'll never let you cry because of her again," he muttered softly. "I'll always protect you. You're my little girl, always will be my little girl."

Your lower lip trembled, but you couldn't deny the sense of comfort that his touch and reassurance brought you, helping your body relax in his hold.

No matter what your mother was like, it was still so wrong. But it would be a lie to say that he didn't ease the ache in your heart a little, his words so genuine it almost made you believe that he was your friend, your lover; not someone you've been calling your father for the last few years.

He held you as you drifted off, getting up only when your breathing completely evened out. With a sigh, he undressed and turned the light off, then slipped under the covers with you.

You were where you belonged. In his arms, safe and sound, exhausted but on your way to letting go. Your mother was where she belonged, too, six feet under the ground, where he personally made a space just for her, shaped perfectly for her body.

What kind of father would he be if he let anyone hurt you? What kind of father didn't protect his little girl?

Nevermind that he lied a little. Nevermind that he lied a lot. Nevermind the blood. All he felt as he held you was warmth, spreading through him like sunlight. He was glad he married that insufferable woman, because the whole thing allowed him to come into your life and take all your suffering away. He was so glad he lied through his teeth and told her he loved her every day. He'd do it all again. Just to lay with you like this, tangled together under the sheets.

His eyes fell closed, his nose buried in your hair. He could smell the faint strawberry scent of your shampoo, could feel you shiver a little, like a bad dream came to haunt you. He pulled you in closer, breathing you in, stroking your hair to comfort you.

Whether it was burying a body, or fighting your nightmares away, he was always ready, always there. Nothing new, nothing complicated. Just a father's job.

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FOREVER GRATEFUL | JJK

PAIRING: jeon jungkook x fem!reader.

SUMMARY: jeon jungkook was a man like no other, one that cared for you and your sinful needs more than he should, and for that you will forever be grateful.

WC: 5.6k

WARNINGS: age gap, jungkook’s older than reader (although there’s no mention of a specific age), their relationship is not the healthiest but they manage, jk’s line of work is not specified but it is hinted that it’s illegal, small (very small) mention of blood, pet names (doll, princess, pretty girl…), it is hinted —and mentioned, that reader doesn’t have much experience about sex, smut, pwp (porn with plot because I got carried away, but only here and there), restraining, blindfolding, unprotected sex (be better), fingering, light choking, biting, marking, name calling (slut, dumb), jk cumming inside reader, i kinda rushed the end so it’s not that good tbh. 18+ only!

A/N: so… this is my first time writing for the boys since I created my account, I hope this is not as bad as I think it is and that you can enjoy your reading. Lmk what you think and also, english is not my first language so if there’s any grammar/spelling mistakes pls just ignore them <3!

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“Stay still.”

A husky voice rang into your ears, making a feeling as warm as the sun start to spread through your whole body; an electrifying sensation running through your veins, while goosebumps found solace on your skin. His voice has always been your favorite sound. The raspiness and low register adorning the man’s voice often got you weak in the knees, whenever he would whisper to you or call your name. And this time was no different, however, it seemed to have a stronger power over you. As magnetic as the voice of a siren, pulling the unlucky sailors out of the safety of their boats and into the depths of the cold water of the ocean; ready to devour them in such a frenzy that the last thing you could hear from the poor men was the start of a plea that would forever be unfinished.

Regardless of the difference between scenarios, the comparison seemed to be fitting. Jeon Jungkook was often described as magnetic, with the words alluring and charming following not so far behind. It would explain why you were found in such an interesting predicament at the moment.

A chill breeze brushing over your warm, bare skin, snapped you out of your wandering thoughts. The indication was short and simple. Discard your clothes from the very first moment you walk into the room and wait for him in bed. And so, your body, as many times before, was left completely exposed to Junkook’s hungry eyes; moreover, his eagerness to devour you was crystal clear, not daring to hide his fervent desire of having another taste of your sweet body. Watching you like a predator would to its prey.

His hands were tingling with excitement, for the future adventure both of you would go through, in a matter of minutes. Tonight, like many others, was dedicated solely to you, to your enjoyment; for you to, once again, discover a part of yourself that has yet to see the morning sun and yet to taste the deliciousness of the unknown. A new experience, a new journey, a brand new feeling for you to replay over and over again in your head, during those painfully lonely nights, when you could only find calmness in the feather-like touch of your fingers, running through your needy and greedy body.

Jungkook, however, knew exactly what he was doing by making you wait until your breaking point, waiting for a whine to fall from your precious lips, or for your desperate hand to reach out to him, whatever happens first, but in a silent plea for even a sliver of his attention. He had memorized every gesture, every reaction, every movement you would do, and it entertained the man more than it should.

“You’re tense.” Jungkook pointed out, easing the knots in your shoulders with his skillful hands. “What’s gotten you this aggravated, princess?”

It was the mocking tone, the graceful touch, or even his inviting eyes; whatever it was, it served as a decisive factor to push yourself forward and wrap your arms around his empty neck, like a snake would with its prey; hard and firm.

Desperate hands were first, then.

“You.” An answer was uttered, yet there was a lack of reaction from the man in front of you.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Jungkook taunted, acknowledging the power he had over you. “But don’t think I have forgotten the order I gave you.”

It left you confused for a good second, before his strong hands reached out for yours, stripping himself off from your needy touch.

“Stay still.” Jeon ordered once again, smirking once you obeyed.

You knew better than to challenge him, knowing that your safest option was to follow his instructions with no objection, if you wanted to get your awaited reward, that is.

Who would have thought that you’d be so accustomed to this routine. If asked, then give. If given, then be grateful for it.

The older man has improved your sex life in a matter of a few months, introducing your inexperienced self to the wonders of healthy and eccentric intercourse. Jungkook has proven to you many times in the span of a few months that your negative expectations of sex were granted by your poorly skilled sexual partners. Never once experiencing a dull moment since you were left in the dangerous hands of Jeon Jungkook.

If asked, then give. If given, be grateful.

Just like a believer would with whatever God sets in their path. Just like a kid would when a gift was left under the Christmas tree. You were grateful. It was easy to be. For it was gratefulness that had been installed within you from the moment yours and Jungkook’s paths have crossed.

Nonetheless, as grateful as you were, the hesitation in the back of your head didn’t seem to want to leave. The more Jungkook gave you, the more you wondered if you deserved it. But it reasoned with you that the true cause for your indecisiveness was the premise under which your relationship with the tattooed man had developed.

They don’t make men like him anymore, it’s what your friend had told you when she first introduced you to him, and it scared you. It frightened you that your only option to survive in such a cruel world was to cling to a man that was yet to explain what his line of work was. But then again, you didn’t want to know.

If Jungkook came back from work, looking unkempt and exhausted it was none of your business. That blood stain has always been on his shirt for all you knew. His sketchy friends have never once disrespected you, and that was enough for the time being. If he has broken the law, you don't need to know.

You would never know.

If asked, then give. If given, be grateful. If grateful, show it.

That’s a matter in which you could actually participate. In fact, it’s the way you were taught to be for the past few months.

You earn what you’re given, so show manners and be thankful.

Don’t question, just take. A mindset that has gotten you to where you were right now. In the bedroom of, by far, the most dangerous man in all Korea. Yet, not once has your well-being been threatened, and for that you're grateful.

And you're about to show it.

“You deserve it.” Jungkook reminded you before straying away to roam through his drawers.

The anticipation was killing you. Your eager eyes couldn’t see past his bare and muscular back facing you. Jeon thrived on the way your lustful gaze would always settle on his body, hence the lack of a shirt. Only a low waisted pair of jeans, that allowed you to see the hem of his Calvin Klein underwear, were preventing you from seeing his firm thighs.

You enjoyed the view, more than you probably should. How his muscles flexed when he moved, and the way his toned back shone under the dim light of the room.

It was such a delectable sight for your painfully sore eyes.

“You ready?” The question snapped you out of your thoughts, making you notice how close he was now.

“Yes.” You answered with light hesitation.

Your major enemy showing up once again: indecisiveness. But that wouldn’t stop you from giving yourself to the man in front of you. Not this time.

“Yes, what?” Jeon insisted. “Don’t forget your manners.”

“Yes, sir, I’m ready.” It fell naturally from your lips.

A satisfied smirk appeared on his face.

“Good girl.”

The dark haired man reached out for your wrists, placing a delicate kiss on both of them before tying them with a silky tie of his, and forcing your wandering hands to stay still once and for all.

“Do you trust me?” Jungkook gently asked.

“No, sir, I don’t.”

It was the only correct answer, and both you and Jungkook knew it.

The moment he earned your trust would be the moment he’d have to leave you behind, to fend for yourself and for you to learn how to navigate through the dark corners of your unlucky life.

Trusting him means leaving your guard down, leaving your guard down means being vulnerable, and Jungkook knew better than to be vulnerable, especially in the type of life he lived in. He didn’t want you to make that mistake, and if it meant giving you reasons to doubt him, then so be it.

“Are you gonna do as I say?” Jeon inquired.

“I will.”

“Good.” He leaned down to steal a harsh kiss from you. “You have no idea how bad I’m going to ruin you tonight.”

A slight shiver ran down your spine, knowing too well that his words were far from being an empty promise.

His tattooed hands descended on your bare body, ever so delicate, ever so tender. A stark contrast to what his real intentions were, and it left you craving more of it. Your insatiable desire for being thoroughly worshiped by his lips, his hands, all of him. It was never enough, and it will never be.

Like a stray dog in need of being fed, you needed his touch to be satisfied. Luckily for you, Jungkook was always a man to deliver everything you asked for, even if not verbally.

His eyes, never swerving from your body, took in all the reactions you gave him; from the way your lips formed a perfect o-shape, freeing the most delicious sounds, to how your back arched oh so naturally when his already trained fingers made their way towards the south part of your body. The place where he would get baptized every night, like a strong believer. Ending his thirst with the holy liquid you would suffice him with, not once asking for anything in return, but thankful of his merciful goddess showing appreciation for his dedication.

The only thing is, you weren’t a goddess and he wasn’t a believer. And the whole scenario was way more dirty in reality than what you’d often fantasize.

“Such a pretty doll.” Jungkook brought you back into reality with his husky voice, “Always so responsive.”

His middle finger traveled down to reach your entrance, teasing you with his light touch. Waiting for your reaction, waiting for you to beg. But just like he knew you so well, it was easy for you to tell when he wanted something from you. So rather than give Jungkook what he wanted, you settled for playing a game that would get you in a situation where not even God would help you.

You moved your hips ever so lightly, testing how far you could go without the tattooed man reminding you who’s in charge. Chasing his touch was easy, attaining it was a whole different story. And it was proven to you that tonight the ball was not in your court, when all you got was a chuckle from the man, while he retrieved his hand and leaned down to be face to face with you.

“Have you not learned anything yet, princess?” His dark voice made you tremble in your spot. “Or have you forgotten how things work around here, hm?”

Unwilling to answer, the only response he got from you was a strained whine, yet Jeon could see the desperation in your eyes, the fervent desire to be ruined by him, to be left defenseless and at his complete mercy. Your body wasn’t yours anymore; it stopped being yours the moment he set his eyes on you.

Jeon Jungkook owned you, that much was obvious. And as terrifying as it was, the fact was equally thrilling.

“How badly do you want me?” He tried again, with a question that drove you crazy. “Be good for me and say the words, princess.”

Wasn’t it evident? People often thought that you were too harsh to deal with, too rude, too much to handle. It didn’t offend you, nor did it crack your heart whenever someone would complain about your hot temper and crude attitude. However, at this precise moment, you were giving the man in front of you exactly what he was asking for, albeit not verbally, but your body was working on its own accord. For every light touch, Jeon would get a shiver, squirming, even a plea from your eyes. Any reaction that was in the books, you were already serving it for him.

Nonetheless, it seemed like you weren’t compliant enough for the older man.

“So bad.” You opted to respond instead, finally giving in. “I need you, I want you. Please, sir.”

It was like music to his ears. Your delightful voice, flying through the room as if it were the sweetest melody. Not even the singing of an angel would achieve the reaction that you were pulling from Jungkook right now. Just listening to you beg for him, that’s all Jeon ever wanted.

“You are being so good and polite, baby.” He praised you. “I’ll give you what you need, but…” The dark haired man drifted off, pulling out a blindfold from the back of his jeans. “I’m afraid we’ll do it my way.”

Terrifying, as looking into the depths of a deserted forest, but it was sinful enough for you to crave it. It was exciting regardless of what the whole ordeal entailed. Therefore, when the tall man approached you, with a silky blindfold resting on his hands, you were ready to follow his orders with no objections.

In a matter of seconds you were deprived of Junkook’s hard features, leaving you with a view of pure darkness, and causing your body to start squirming and moving around due to the anticipation. It was difficult to find calmness in such a stressful moment, but you managed. However, Jeon decided to start toying with you, taking advantage of the fact that you were unaware of your surroundings. And so his fingers commenced a trip down the tender flesh of your neck, rapidly traveling down your collarbones and lightly gracing your nipples, only for later on to pinch both of your buds in a harsh manner, one that ripped a strained gasp out of your mouth.

A sardonic smile took place on his face, however, you couldn’t see it. His free hand traveled up to push your cheeks together, enjoying how plump your lips looked and not being able to resist the urge to bite them.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his teeth sinking in the flesh of your lips, along with the way his fingers were kneading every inch of your body.

“Relax and stay still.” Jeon ordered. “I know you’ll love this.”

His soothing voice was helping you to calm down, but it wasn’t enough. The sensations that were running through your body and the lack of proper touch left you in an unbearable agony. You craved to feel him closer, for his skin touching yours, for his breath mixing with yours while your bodies were intertwined in a passionate race to free both of your souls. What he was giving you wasn’t enough, but then again, when has it been?

A greedy little thing, that’s what Jungkook has always called you. And rightfully so, because you longed for him in ways no one else had done, and it scared him. Jeon was afraid you might be too attached to him, moreover, to your own idea of him. The way you would reach for his hand, almost as second nature, when you were out and about, or how your eyes always gravitated towards his figure whenever he stepped into a room. That terrified him. Because it meant you were addicted to him in the same way he was to you, and that could only mean trouble in the long run.

Tonight, however, was not about his fears and insecurities. Tonight was meant to be for you; to supply you with the utmost pleasure you were able to handle, and even if you couldn’t, Jungkook was willing to give you more than what you asked for. So rather than letting his mind wander to places he wasn’t fond of, the man decided to grant you what you were desperately looking for.

His slender fingers slid into your warm hole, filling you up as best as possible. Moving in ways that would haunt you forever, as a reminder that no one —not even yourself, will be able to touch you and treat you like he could.

“There you go…” He muttered, so close to your ear that made you shiver. “Is that enough for my little slut?”

His husky voice echoed through every corner of the room, pulling a light gasp out of you. It wasn’t strange for you to hear him say such lewd things or call you such unspeakable names, but every single time he did, it awakened a wild sensation within you.

Answering to his question you shook your head no, adamant to get more of him, and desperately wanting to be filled to the brim with something more than his fingers.

“More…” You begged. “Please, more.”

His fingers were avidly moving, pumping in and out of your velvety walls at a steady pace. His touch seemed to be enhanced and it felt much more than any other time. Whether it was because you couldn’t see nor could you touch anything, or because of his skillful movements, you couldn’t tell. Nevertheless, there was no complaint. It felt terribly good.

“Yes, please don’t stop.”

Your whiny voice was making Jungkook experience unspeakable things. He was eager to have you, eager to touch you, eager to have a taste of you. But more importantly, so desperate to fuck you. In the same way he awakened a wild side of you with his dark stare, you drove him absolutely crazy with the little noises you made. Furthermore, having you underneath him, moaning his name while squirming in pleasure, and feeling pure bliss due to how good he made you feel, was boosting his ego.

Jeon Jungkook was a man that always strived to be praised, even for the little and insignificant things. So to say he was thrilled and satisfied by the way you were chanting his name like a sinful prayer, along with how your body was responding insanely good to his touch, would be an enormous understatement.

He was on the verge of losing control and claiming you in such an animalistic way, that would leave anyone who happened to be near his room, concerned for your well-being.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look like this?” It was a question that didn’t need an answer.

Jungkook was entranced by the way you were reacting to his touch, watching your skin coated in goosebumps and how your legs would try to wrap around his waist to pull him closer, in need of him. It has always amazed him how innocent and clueless you looked and acted on the daily, yet somehow you knew what to do to make him act up, to drive him crazy. It was as if you were just pretending to know nothing just to tease him, just to make him never leave you, but deep down Jungkook knew you were sincere.

Your life has been tough, to say the least, and he knew you were in need of guidance, in need of someone to hold your hand and walk you through the crude stages of life. Jeon has never told you, but part of the reason why he took interest in you was due to his protective instinct. The older man knew you needed protection, from who or what? It wasn’t clear, but he instantly knew he was the right one to do it.

Oddly enough, there was no one better than the most dangerous man in South Korea to keep you safe.

But the way you would act so innocently drove him crazy.

Even when you tried to act confident, there was this sprinkle of hesitation every time you did something —indecisiveness striking again. And it was difficult to ignore it, moreover, it was difficult to hide it. The man could see right through your weak act, and spot your nervousness from miles away.

Even when you sucked him off in his office after a tiring meeting, he knew you were slightly scared to do such a thing.

Someone pretending to be clueless wouldn’t act as eager and clumsy as you did back then, although there has been some improvement since that time. Your teeth wouldn’t make an appearance anymore, you would use the right amount of saliva to make it messy but still look appealing for Jeon. The man loved how now you use more of your tongue to tease his tip and how far he could go into your throat. But none of that would’ve been attained without his help.

If given, be grateful. If grateful, show it.

It all goes back to the same predicament: you often showing your thankfulness for every little thing Jungkook has done for you.

He saved you, in the same way that a human would take an injured bird into their home to help it heal. Only for the person to cage it after the bird it’s back on its feet. Whereas Jeon Jungkook saved you from your previous way of living, he also owned you, preventing you from leaving his side.

Your broken moan snapped the dark haired man back into reality. His eyes were glazed with lust, looking right down on you and your tempting body.

“Are you close yet, doll?”

He knew you were. Jungkook could feel you clenching on his fingers, but he wanted to hear it from you.

“Yes, I’m so close.” You whined.

Your hands were moving so much, trying to break free from the tie that was preventing you from touching him. Jeon silently enjoyed it, he enjoyed how addicted to him you were, that it was a torture for you to not touch him in any way. You were so accustomed to feeling him, every single inch, that being restrained felt like pure hell.

“Please… More, faster…” You once again begged, and this time Jungkook couldn’t handle it.

Ignoring your protests, he pulled his fingers out, rapidly stripping off the rest of his clothes to position himself in between your legs. Because yes, he was on the verge of losing control before, but now his racional side flew out the window, and so he couldn’t wait a second longer to be wrapped in the warmth of your walls, ready to take him in.

“My sweet girl, don’t be impatient.” Jungkook cooed at you. “I’ll give you something better.”

Without further ado, he thrusted into you with a hard pump. It ripped a moan out of you, making you tug at the tie even more. You were beyond annoyed that you couldn’t touch him nor could you see his beautiful figure while he fucked you, although it enhanced the rest of your senses.

You could hear his little noises more clearly, feel his touch even better than you usually would, and taste him so much more in every kiss he gave you. It was truly a blessing and a curse.

“You’re so tight, Y/n.” Jungkook gritted through his teeth, preventing himself from moving manically just yet.

Jeon could see the struggle in your face, the way you were clenching on his dick so hard that it was almost impossible for him to move. No matter how many times he’s fucked you, you would never get accustomed to his size. But in reality, the actual problem was that the man hasn’t done exactly that in a while.

Truth be told, there was a reason for your eagerness, for your desperation. For your ambition to have more of him. Jungkook has been neglecting you the past couple of days, perhaps not on purpose, but his line of work has required him to travel to the other side of the world for a whole week. And now that he was back you were ready to trap him in your limbs for as long as you could have him.

“I haven’t fucked you in a while that your pussy is already forgetting how my cock feels, huh?” He acknowledged the situation. “Maybe I’ll have to remind this tight cunt who owns it.”

Without a warning, he gave a hard thrust once again, bottoming out. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t forget how big his dick was or how good it felt. Many nights you fantasized about his fat cock pounding into you while the only thing you could use to pleasure yourself was your fingers. It was such a sad comparison, especially because it proved that what he once told you was completely true.

No one will be ever able to satisfy your carnal needs in the same way that he does. No one will be able to make you come undone with their touch. You could only daydream about Jungkook rocking into you hard and rough, during those lonely nights when the only thing you could use was your small fingers.

Luckily for you, now you have it, the real thing. Now you could feel the tip of his cock hitting every right spot the more the thrusted into you. His veiny member slamming over and over into your throbbing cunt, crying for more of him.

“So fucking greedy. My dirty slut can never get enough of me, huh?” Jungkook groaned, “Look at you, already a mess and I’ve barely done anything, sweetheart.”

It was such a true statement. Even if there was no way for you to look at yourself, you were sure of your disheveled appearance. Sweat was coating your skin, making your messy hair stick to your forehead and nape, your lips were now swollen and shiny due to the wet kisses Jeon has shared with you.

But it has always been like this. Jeon always knew what to do, what to say, how to touch you to turn you into a babbling and whiny mess, one who could only chant his name and ask for more, like the little ambitious and greedy girl you were. Regardless of the way you would sometimes demand more of his attention, more of his touch, he loved it. The tattooed man loved how ruined you looked at the end of your rendezvous, staring at your tear stained cheeks and swollen lips. Jungkook was always fascinated by how fucked out you were once he was done with everything, it was his favorite look on you.

“You like this, don’t you? Being used like a fuck toy, not being able to do anything to fight me.” The older man let out a dark chuckle, while one of his hands crept up to wrap itself around your throat. “So defenseless and needy, letting me do anything to you.”

The more he talked the closer you got. You knew it was a matter of time for you to cum. And you couldn’t be more thankful for that.

Jungkook kept rocking into you at a rapid and harsh pace, fucking your brains out while calling you names that he knew would pull a reaction out of you.

“My dumb baby, taking me so well.” He praised you. “You always know how to take my cock, willing to let me fuck this pretty pussy however I want.”

You could only nod, gasping for air and moving your hips to meet his thrusts as best as possible. It was like a race to see which one would finish first, although it was clear that the man ramming into you would not relent until you were crying and shaking underneath him.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He confessed, leaning down to kiss your soft lips.

His free hand traveled down in between your legs to place his skilled thumb over your clit. His movements were like a bucket of cold water poured over your burning skin. It calmed the building fire in between your legs, just as much as it fueled your already approaching orgasm.

“You feel so amazing around my dick.” Jeon hissed over your lips, hypnotized by the way his aching cock would get lost into your soaked cunt.

“Oh god…” You moaned. “Please don’t stop, I’m so fucking close.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” A promise, far from being empty.

It was clear that Jeon was getting close as well by the way he so desperately was pounding into you, moaning lowly and leaning down to bite your neck.

His lips and teeth were doing wonders on your skin, marking you up with his bites and sucking on your flesh as well. Jungkook was devouring you, tasting you, ruining you as he promised.

“Holy shit…” He said in a raspy voice. “You’re all mine, aren’t you? Only I can make you feel like this.”

“Yes, yes, yes…” You chanted back, but it wasn’t enough for him.

“Come on, tell me, pretty girl.” He requested. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m all yours.” You slurred your words out.

It only encouraged the man to fuck you harder, meaner, faster… Exactly how you liked it. Jungkook was aware of it, he knew you like the palm of his hand, and although it was concerning how much he knew about you, it also came in handy in moments like this.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Jungkook alerted you, snapping both of you from your wandering thoughts.

“Cum, inside me.” You croaked out, biting on your bottom lip.

It was a risky request, something that you might regret in the future, not only because you weren’t on any contraception, but it entailed being connected to him in such an intimate way, one that neither of you were ready for.

“Are you sure?” He asked with a soft tone, yet you could hear the agitation in his voice. “Are you okay with… oh fuck, with me cumming in you?”

“Yes, yes, please. Just do it, fill me up, please.” You struggled to say. “I need to feel your cum deep inside me.”

Jungkook felt like dying with the lewd words you were spewing.

You were drunk on the ecstasy of the whole experience. Not being able to look at your surroundings, being restrained, the way Jeon was pistoning into you, hitting spots that no one has ever been able to reach before; the sinful words spilling from his lips, his hand still wrapped around your neck, albeit more loosely now. Everything was clouding your mind and leaving you in such a lax state, that prevented you from forming any coherent thought.

Regardless, your consensual words were all he needed to let go, shooting his hot cum inside of your greedy pussy.

“Oh god…” Jungkook moaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

His orgasm triggered yours, throwing you over the edge in a matter of seconds, right after he came. Your whimpers were loud and high pitched, your body was burning and trembling, and you were sure the light makeup you were previously wearing was smudged by now.

You were panting, trying your best to calm your agitated breathing. Jungkook was still inside of you, with his face hidden in your neck, breathing as heavily as you were. Both still intertwined in a mess of sweaty limbs.

After a few minutes where both of you recovered from the intense orgasms you just had, Jeon finally pulled out, separating himself from you. His hands flew up to free yours, making you whine softly; he placed a soft kiss on both of your wrists, making sure the tie didn’t hurt you. The blindfold came off next, and it took a few seconds for your eyes to get used to the dim light after seeing pure darkness.

“How was it?”

A simple question, one that, in the ears of an oblivious listener, would mean nothing. An inquiry that held more significance and concern than a simple are you okay?; it was subtle but it spoke volumes the way Jeon Jungkook would still feel the need to protect you, even from himself.

He never voiced his worries properly, trying to play it cool but secretly concerned that he might have hurt you in any way. The man never learnt how to correctly communicate with others, but he would be damned if he didn’t express how much he cared for you in other ways.

“Amazing…” Was your response, albeit in a hoarse voice.

Your throat was slightly aggravated, feeling terribly dry after attempting to voice the pleasure and enjoyment from the experience, through the small space there was left from Jungkook’s hard grip on it. However, it didn’t stop you from answering his concerns.

Amazing, fascinating.

It was the only way to describe it, your mind was too foggy to think of a proper answer, but by the way he was smirking you could tell he was satisfied with your response.

“Good.” He nodded. “Don’t move, I’ll bring a towel to clean you up and a bottle of water.”

Before he could step out of the room your weak voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Wait…” You called for him.

If asked, then give; if given, be grateful. If grateful, show it.

“Thank you.” A small whisper was all it took for the man to walk back at you, leaning down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Get some rest, I’ll be right back.”

You were left alone in the big room, spread out on the mattress while your mind was trying to comprehend all the events that just happened. Your heart was filled with questions, but you knew better than to ponder over those inquiries.

Jeon Jungkook was a man like no other, one that cared for you more than he should, and for that you will be forever grateful.

Can you make more of these. Stepdad taehyung where he fuvks stepdaughter anytime anywhere even infront of her wife who doesn't care about anything else but his money

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“Such a good girl.” Your stepfather murmured, watching as you sucked on his thumb. “So obedient and submissive.”

You blushed at his praise and watched as he slid his thumb out of your mouth and moved it to your cheek, caressing the soft skin there. His eyes were intense, as he leaned in, his mouth just inches away from yours. He whispered again.

"I want to make you mine, Y/N." He breathed.

You shivered in anticipation as you felt his hot breath against your lips, then his mouth pressed against yours. The kiss was slow, but still intense, his tongue slipping inside your mouth as you opened it for him. You felt his hand on your hip and the other on the back of your head, as he held you close, kissing you deeply.

He broke the kiss, and you stared up at him, watching him intently.

“Are you wet?” He asked.

“Yes daddy.” You whispered.

He groaned softly as his fingers found your pussy, running them over your panties.

"Oh yes, so wet." He groaned as he fingered you.

You gasped as he pushed them aside and thrust a finger inside your wet folds, thrusting it in and out as he pressed his thumb against your clit.

Your mother was folding the laundry as she heard her husband and daughter making out. She'd stopped at one point, watching them. She knew her husband had a thing for you, he always did, but she wasn't aware how far he would go with you. Not that she particularly cares.

Taehyung stopped and crawled on top of you, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him as his body pressed against yours. You let out a shaky breath as he entered you slowly, sliding in until he was fully inside you. You whimpered and clutched him as he began to thrust inside you. He gripped your wrists as he moved inside you, his thrusts growing harder and deeper. You moaned, tossing your head back, feeling pleasure run through you. He groaned, staring at your breasts as he fucked you, then he bent down, licking your nipples and sucking on them.

"Daddy, please." You moaned as he sucked.

He continued to suck on your breasts as his thrusts grew more intense and rough.

"You like this don't you baby?" He purred, licking your nipple gently as he fucked you. "My big cock fucking you so good. Shit, you feel amazing. So wet and tight."

You didn’t answer him, only moaning underneath him.

"You're so beautiful." He groaned, kissing your cheek and then your neck as he continued to thrust inside you.

He pressed your wrists against the pillow as he moved faster, his thrusts becoming harder and rougher.

Your mother took the stack of clothes and put it in the closet, ignoring the sounds of sex filling the room. She watched you as you were pressed into the mattress, your moans growing louder and louder. She could see the look on your face, you looked like you were enjoying yourself. She watched your stepfather, his cock thrusting in and out of your wet pussy as he pressed your wrists into the pillow. She knew you were horny, she could tell, you were moaning so much.

“I’m gonna cum…” You whimpered, feeling yourself growing wetter and hotter.

He moved faster, his hips slamming against yours as his cock moved inside you. You closed your eyes as you felt your body tense up.

“Yeah? Then cum, then I’ll fill you up, you’d love that, won’t you?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but only a strangled moan escaped your lips as you felt the first wave of pleasure wash over you.

You cried out as you felt him thrusting faster and harder, his cock moving deeper inside you. Your mother could hear your screams, your cries of ecstasy, and you could hear your stepfather grunting as he thrust into you. You were trembling all over as you climaxed, and you felt him fill you with his seed, his cock jerking inside you. He stayed inside you as he slowed down, his breathing growing heavy. He gave you a few more gentle thrusts, then pulled out of you.

“Good girl.”

All Over Again

[Summary]: Paternity leave has its effects on Jungkook. After his first day back at work, he can't help but show you how much he doesn't want to go back.

[Theme]: Dad!Jk, CEO!Jk, Married Couple AU, Parent's AU

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes. Marking, kissing, nipple play, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up y'all), dom!JK, mentions of another pregnancy, talks of pregnancy and getting pregnant, etc.

[Word Count]: 4,274

[A/N]: This is a pure result of the urge my body suddenly gets to want a child right before my period smh. Anyway, felt cute, might delete later once I am sane.

It’s been a long ass day. Jungkook’s white button-up feels stapled to his skin, his pants folding uncomfortably with every step he makes as he exits his office. A long finger comes up to his neck, digging underneath his striped tie, wiggling it a little to loosen the chokehold it has around his neck. His other hand feels bound to his briefcase, which carries so much importance in his life but yet so much burden at the same time.

It’s his first day back at work after his baby boy was born. The briefcase he holds reminds him of the duty he has to his family — of his passion and his support for you and your baby. But it also reminds him of the time it has ripped away from spending with you. He clutches it with so much strength at the thought of you, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and pressing the unlock button so hard, that he thinks he almost might just break it.

With a deep breath, he takes off his tie and tosses it in the passenger seat along with his briefcase. He’s ready to go home. That picture of you, him, and your son that you insisted on framing and Jungkook bringing to work has been a constant reminder of what he has to look forward to at the end of the day. If only his paternity leave could have been longer. You and his son are all he’s been able to think about. How you were doing, if you needed his help, if Jaemun was being feisty, how the cute crinkle on his nose resembles yours to a T.

It’s late January, and the winter air is unforgiving. He wonders if you have the heat on high enough; if Jaemun had enough blankets, or if the tip of your nose was cold like how it always is in the winter months. He can imagine you holding him close, swaddling him as you sing to him delicately. The thought makes his whole body warm, even though the air is so cold that it feels like glass is cutting against his skin.

He’s convinced he will take more time off. He’s the CEO, after all. He could take months off and it not matter. He wants to be with you always — at all times of the day to hold you and be there for you like he should be. If only the world had been that easy to where passions didn’t have a price. He got lucky, his passion having a heavy penny attached to it. But he wonders where that passion took something more valuable away from him — time. He finds himself now strapped between the choice of time and passion, and he fights the fact that he cannot choose both.

The door to your home is welcoming to his eyes as he pulls up to it. It’s not big by any means. Just homey and enough for the three of you. Even with the snow covering almost every inch of it, the reminder of how warm it is on the inside makes his drive to enter it even greater. He does so with a shiver, coming up to your shared home with a stomp of his boots to shake off the snow just before he enters.

To his surprise, he’s met with hushed music coming from the kitchen as he puts his winter coat on the hook, places his briefcase on the wooden floor, and shimmies out of his shoes. He looks at his watch first, making sure it’s not Jaemun’s nap time, to which he finds out it is. The soft music makes sense now, and he smiles when he makes his way down the hallway to the source of the noise.

The rest of the house is dark except for the kitchen-living room area that you and your baby rest in. Jaemun is peacefully sleeping in his bassinet by the couch, cuddling his dinosaur blanket, while you are by the stove, stirring something.

You look over your shoulder at the sound of familiar footsteps, and your heart immediately softens at the sight of your husband in the doorframe. He smiles back tiredly, running his hand through his hair in an exhausted attempt to pull himself together before he makes his way over to you. He looks relieved, like he’s finally received what he’s wanted all day. You’re happy to see him, knowing all too well that that’s what you’ve been waiting for all day, too.

Big, warm hands slide around your waist, a heavy chin rests on your shoulder as he kisses your cheek softly. He takes a deep breath, breathing in your presence as he releases the tension from work off his shoulders. You tend to have an instant effect on him — he missed you so much.

“You’re stirring water?” he laughs as he stares at the pot of water on the stove, unboiled, as you stir it as if it is.

“I’m trying to get it to boil quicker,” you explain with a defeated sigh. “Doesn’t seem to be working. I feel like I’ve been standing here for 20 minutes.”

He hums from behind you, taking your stirring hand and stopping your motions. You’ve never been a big cooker, but he knows you’ve been trying lately. “Just let it be, love. It’ll get there.”

You do as he says, putting the ladle down on the countertop and turning around in his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck, staring at the tall man who holds you close against him. You’re met with a tired Jungkook who rests his forehead against yours as you play with the hairs at the back of his head.

“How was work?” you ask gently.

He groans, wrapping his hands around your waist and holding you tighter against him. It causes you to rest your cheek on his shoulder, hugging him in full.

“That bad?” you chuckle.

Your husband just sighs against your neck. “It’s too early to go back, Y/n,” he candors.

You tuck a strand of hair that fell in front of his face behind his ear. “We’re ok, Kook,” you comfort. But he only shakes his head, making the tucked strand fall out of its place again.

“I’m not,” he says. “I want to be here with you. Spend time with Jaemun before he’s suddenly 25.”

You chuckle at that. It does feel like that sometimes. It’s been three months since your son was born, but it feels like it was just yesterday that you were holding him for the first time.

You can only hold his cheek in response, running your thumb slowly against his soft skin. You feel for him, you really do. He’s such a good father. It makes your heartstrings tug and twist and pull every time you see him with your little boy. It’s only a matter of time before you have to go back to work as well. The thought makes your stomach turn, and you can completely sympathize with your husband dreading going back to work and leaving you and Jaemun.

“Your water is boiling,” he breaks you out of your daze.

“Oh,” you turn around. You smile, knowing he was right before. “I’m making pasta if that sounds ok?”

Jungkook kisses your neck in response, a gentle thing that has your tummy flipping for a second.

“You could also probably wake up our son,” you check the time on the microwave. “He’s been a little sleepy today, so I let his nap go for a little longer than usual.”

You add the pasta in and turn the water down, moving over to the greens left on the cutting board. You start chopping until your husband’s lips move lower.

“Our son,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone. The statement makes him jittery. It feels unreal still, even after nine months of waiting, and another three of actually having your little family here with him. You’re his wife, the mother of his kid, and he loves you more than anything in the world. You gave him something he can never find an equivalent to giving back to you. You gave him your heart and a family, and there’s nothing that can replace or overcome what that means to him. His soul lives for yours; it’s overwhelming what you’ve done for him. It’s overwhelming how you make him feel.

He kisses your collarbone softly once again, his heart full. You tilt your head to the side for more, and he gives it to you, kissing up your neck with slow wet kisses.

“Kook,” you exhale gently. You feel him hum against the skin just under your ear. Large palms cup your waist, his body moving closer to yours, trapping your hips against the countertop. Your knife feels loose in your hand when he bites at your skin gently, his tongue brushing over the bite mark afterward.

He stirs something within you. Something that you’ve missed terribly for the past few months. It makes your thighs tremble as he gently caresses your skin under his fingertips.

“The baby—“ you begin, but Jungkook’s motions cut you off yet again when his fingers slowly slide down your front. He’s unsure, his hand hesitating over your skin as his breath stops momentarily in thought.

“Is this okay?” He asks you genuinely. You nearly fall to your knees, dropping your knife onto the board, when his fingers put pressure over your clothed mound. It’s subtle, and much more gentle than what you’re used to with him. You know he’s being cautious, but god did you miss him. “If it’s too much, I’ll pull away.”

You shake your head.

It’s been a long time since the two of you have gotten intimate. Childbirth wasn’t easy, and your doctor just recently gave you two the “ok” for sex. The first time you tried since then wasn’t like what you’re used to with your husband. It was slow and painful, ending with a lot of apologies, embarrassment, and frustration. It’s safe to say that you have to get used to sex all over again.

“No,” you lean against him. “J-Just be gentle. I’m still a little sore.”

“Ok,” he whispers against your neck, kissing it softly. “Just relax for me, baby. I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”

You nod, loosening your nervous shoulders as your husband takes control. He stops swiftly for a second, turning the stove on the lowest setting before looking over his shoulder at his son to ensure he’s still fast asleep. Once he sees that he is, he immediately returns to you.

“So good for me,” he says, slowly circling your clit over your sweats. His other hand squeezes your waist before it moves up, sliding under your shirt and trickling over your breast. You’re wearing a soft bra today—one without an underwire—which makes it easier for him to slide his fingers under.

You whimper when he softly massages your boob, his fingers playing with your nipples gently. Your body, especially your breasts, has become 10x more sensitive since birth. You can feel everything, and everything either hurts or feels really really good. Whenever your husband seems to hold them, you’re a whimpering mess, melting like putty in his arms as he plays with you.

“Sensitive,” Jungkook smiles. His fingers rub harder against you, and you subtly buck your hips against him. His lips graze against your skin, his hair tickling your collarbone as he assaults your neck over and over again. 

“You’re so cute when you’re pregnant,” he rasps against your cheek before planting a sweet kiss upon it. “Wanna see you like that all the time. So full of me — carrying our babies.”

“Jungkook, I—” you whine, grasping onto his wrist. You’re unsure what to do with yourself, wanting him to do so much to you, but not knowing where to start.

The man behind you takes his hand away from your mound, and he chuckles when you whine in protest. But his thumbs hook on your pants and underwear, slowly pulling them down.

“Relax, baby,” he asks again. “I told you, I’m gonna take care of you. Don’t worry.”

His hand slides around your waist again, smoothing over your skin until it’s sliding between your folds. The back of your hand comes up to your mouth as your other grips the countertop for support as he plays with you.

“So wet,” he moans, feeling the effect he’s had on you with his fingers. “This all for me? I’ve barely touched you yet.”

You nod, feeling completely at the mercy of the man behind you. His other hand plays with your nipple again, and you feel another wave of euphoria go straight to your pussy.

His fingers gather your slick generously, smoothing it over your clit before circling it gently. He plays infinities over it, making your knees go weak. It’s getting harder to stay quiet, especially when he pinches your nipple gently, making you gasp at the soreness and pleasure it causes.

“K-Kook,” you whine, but he only chuckles, quickening his motions on your clit as he presses further into you. You can feel his dick strained against his work pants, and the thought of him inside you again makes you feel so needy for him. “Want you,” you pant. “Please.”

“Patience,” he shushes you, kissing your neck surely. “I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

“Wanna cum with you,” you whine in protest.

“You will,” he promises.

You gasp as he switches his finger, his thumb trading places with his middle. It circles over you just the same, except this time, it’s joined by his middle finger slowly inserting itself between your folds.

“Oh,” you exhale, feeling weak when he pumps it in and out of you slowly.

He lets himself test your reactions, seeing if the insertion is too much — if it hurts or feels uncomfortable. It doesn’t seem to be, and he slowly lets his ring finger join with his middle, causing you to roll your eyes back slightly.

“So good for me, baby,” he encourages. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” you reply almost immediately.

He kisses your neck. His lips leave hot, wet marks all over your skin as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. His other hand quickly comes to your waist, stabilizing you as you whimper against the back of your hand, trying your best to keep quiet.

He circles his thumb faster, his fingers circling and brushing against your g-spot in tandem with his movements. You feel your orgasm looming over you, and with a certain pressure against your clit, you’re coming undone just as he said you would all over his fingers.

“There you are,” he coaxes you. You’re a whimpering mess, and he feels his dick twitch at the sight of you falling apart on his fingers. He helps you ride out your high, his fingers very gently brushing over your clit as you come down.

Once you're calmed down, you reach around you, playing with his belt loop as you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him. He looks back down, hesitating again knowing what you want but unsure if it’s too much for you to handle yet.

“What,” he smiles teasingly with a kiss to your forehead.

“I want you,” you candor, looking at up him with pleading eyes.

He kisses your nose. “Are you sure? You said it hurt last time.”

You nod. “Please, Koo,” you beg him.

His chest rises, and he takes a deep breath before he nods, kissing you gently as he unbuckles his belt. He places it on the counter before unzipping himself and pulling his pants down. It springs up, pressing itself against your skin gently. But he takes himself in his hands, hesitantly letting it slide down over your folds. 

“Let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?” He says, lining himself up to you with a few strokes of his cock. God, was he nervous. The last time sex hurt really bad for you, and that was just a week ago. He wonders if the prep was enough; he hopes it was, he really doesn’t want to hurt you again.

You nod, holding onto the countertop again as his tip rubs against your entrance. Your coat his cock in such slickness, even you’re surprised at how much you leak onto him. You miss your husband. You need this bad, and so does he.

“Oh, and try to stay quiet, yeah?” He says with a push of his hips. The motion has him covering your mouth with his hand, shielding your moans quickly. “The baby is still sleeping.”

His dick slips past your folds so smoothly, it has you gasping for breath at how good it feels. It’s nothing like the last time. He’s gentler, but still so so big, he fills you up just right.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your neck once he sheathes himself fully inside of you. The man behind you stills, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of you. He, too feels like he’s had to relearn sex all over again. How to please you right now that your body has changed, how to make sure that you are comfortable with his pace and size. You two haven’t had sex like this in so long, he feels overwhelmed when you feel almost too good for him to control. A part of him is embarrassed by how quickly he thinks he’s going to last. 

“How are you still so tight, hm?” he asks with a firm grip on your hip. “Y-You okay?”

You can only nod, pushing your hips down against him. The motion forces him further into you, to which both of you grunt at the feeling.

Testingly, Jungkook pulls out slowly, before pushing back into you a little quicker than before. You coat him generously, creating a motion that makes it easy for him to repeat. 

He develops a pace, fucking you against the kitchen countertop with your juices leaking all over his cock and down your thighs. The stove is on and your baby still sleeps; there are uncut vegetables in front of you and your husband still wears his work shirt. But he fucks you as if none of that matters. As if his only priority is to make sure you feel good, to let yourself go as he fuck you deep and just how you like it. 

His hand comes off from your mouth and settles on your hip. His other hand wraps around your front, holding you impossibly close against his body.

You moan softly when he bends you over slightly against the countertop, the new angle making it hard for you to stay quiet. But you push your hips against him anyway, telling him without words to go deeper.

The action causes him to moan, following your request with a snap of his hips.

“You like it that much, hm?” He grunts, cock ramming into you. “Like it when I knock you up good?”

“Y-Yes!” You whisper. “I love it so much, Koo.”

“Y-yeah?” He leans over you. A tattooed hand cups over yours, palm embracing the back of your hand as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “Gonna let me do it again?”

“Mmhm,” you squeeze his fingers. “As many times as y-you want.”

“A-Ah,” he pants, mind going into a frenzy over your words. The fact that he is yours, that you are his. That only he can hear you say that. That only he can make you feel this good. That only he has the privilege of calling you his wife. It makes his heart warm and his cock twitch. 

“God, I’m going to ruin you if you say things like that, Y/n,” he warns. But you are relentless, leaning your head back on his shoulder, giving yourself to him further. 

“W-Want you to,” you whimper. “I love you.” 

Your legs shake, completely weak from your past orgasm and your new one forming at the pit of your stomach. His cock makes you feel so full, like you’re stretched to the max capacity as he fucks you good. You know he’s close when his dick twitches inside of you after your words, which only encourages you to gain some strength and begin fucking yourself back on his cock.

“Mm, fuck,” he grips your hips tightly. “M’ gonna cum.”

He quickly reaches around you again, drawing infinities over your clit with his middle finger. His eyes roll back as your cunt naturally tightens at the feeling. Your hips jolt and the knots in your tummy slowly start to unravel themselves onto his dick as you come undone. Just as he had promised, with a final twitch, he’s cumming inside of you with hot, thick ropes filling you up with whispered exhales of your name on his lips.

He lets the two of you catch your breath, his forehead resting on your shoulder before he’s pulling out, shared cum leaking down your thighs and onto the floor. Quickly, he grabs a paper towel from the roll next to the stove and cleans you up a little.

With gentle hands, he helps you back into your sweats before he helps himself into his boxers. He still lingers behind you when he reaches a hand around you and turns the stove on a higher setting once again. 

You turn around, wrapping your hands around his neck as you pull him in for a much-needed kiss. “I love you,” you whisper against him again. His hair falls onto your skin, dark locks intertangling with yours as his fingers come up to hold your face against his. Soft lips sear over yours, telling you things that simply cannot be put into words. 

“I love you, too,” he brushes his nose against yours. “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

You pause, looking up at his dilated pupils. He looks at you like you're his world; like he's given you his heart with the full intent of never receiving it back from you. You nod, kissing him softly again. 

“You should probably wake up your son now,” you poke his cheek.

Looking at the time on the microwave, he snaps out of his daze. “Oh fuck,” he says as his fingers leave your side. You watch him leave you with a chuckle, turning back to your pasta wondering how in the world you go so lucky to marry and mother a kid to this man. You’d truly give him anything he wanted. 

***

[Bonus]

With gentle hands, so big against his baby’s frame, he picks Jaemun up in his arms, holding him against his chest. His dinosaur blanket swaddles him softly, and Jungkook does his best to make sure he’s correctly supported and held despite the extra fabric over his small frame. 

Jaemun stirs, and Jungkook places a soft kiss on his tiny head before he gets the chance to freak out and cry. The baby seems to know exactly who is holding him, and he nearly falls back asleep at the familiarity of his father’s arms. But Jungkook bounces him against his chest softly, slowly waking him up for dinnertime.

He makes his way over to you, making unnecessary airplane noises, from what you assume is Jungkook pretending to be an airplane and his son the passenger.

“You know, babies can’t laugh until they’re about 4 months,” you shake your head with a laugh.

“False,” your husband comes behind you again. “I swear he’s laughed before.”

You chuckle, taking the pan off the stove and pouring the insides into a strainer. Just the noodles are left in the strainer now, and you realize that you haven’t thought past the part of boiling the noodles. You ignore that you have no idea what kind of pasta you’re making when Jungkook rests himself against the kitchen island. 

Jaemun catches sight of you, and his arm reaches for you in Jungkook’s hold. You come over, giving him a kiss on the forehead before kissing your husband.

“Were you serious?” your husband asks you suddenly. 

“About?” you raise your eyebrow. 

“You know,” he gulps, holding Jaemun a little tighter. He rests against Jungkook's shoulder, his eyes tempting to fall back asleep again. “More kids.” 

You raise both your eyebrows again, looking at him as if he was serious. His heart beats faster when he realizes what you’re thinking, quickly rephrasing himself. 

“N-Not now, of course,” he gulps. 

You turn around, opening the fridge for some milk for Jaemun as you listen to him. You take out a pot, take the cased breast milk from earlier, and pour it in, turning on the stove afterward. 

“I just mean, like, in the future,” he explains.

There’s a long pause as you wait for the pot to heat up enough. The man behind you is weak, and you don’t know if you want to be mean and give him the blunt answer, or soften the blow. Watching how he cradles your son makes you want to go with the first choice. 

“Don’t you worry Jeon,” you start, as you stir the contents in the pot. You can hear him gulp behind you. “I planned on giving you as many babies as you want. But at least wait until Jaemun is in pre-school or something. I don’t think I can handle two infants at once.” 

You hear little from him at your answer, leaving you smirking knowing full well that you put the man behind you in a frenzy imagining the future you just laid out for him.

***

[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

Damn

‧✧̣̇‧ Brat wins

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: enemies to lovers au, non-idol au, annoying!jungkook

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Jungkook sends you a text at 1am wanting more of you but you pretend to ignore him until the memories of his taste become too much.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Uhm this is absolutely disgusting no plot at all it’s literally just fucking…sexting, dirty talk, y/n sends a video while using Jungkooks dildo, doggy, rough sex, begging, Jungkook fat cock syndrome, brat, cussing, cum play, unprotected sex(this is fiction be smart besties) that’s it

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 3.6k

A/n: im gonna say it…Jungkook in that tanktop tattoos exposed was not good for me this is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever written but also I think my best smut yet I don’t think I’ll be able to write smut for a while because I used all my own inner slut for this

Part 2 to my Merry Kinkmas drabble

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You’ve tried ignoring the constant vibration of your phone against your nightstand but it was getting too annoying. Especially because you knew exactly who it was without looking, but you don’t want to face Jungkook right now. Not after what happened last time you saw him.

“Can't wait to cum all over that pretty mouth.”

His words from the other night ring dangerously in your mind like an alarm that won’t stop. It melts any idea of sleep from your body and replaces it with the need to be split open. You groan and toss around your bed until your hand finds your phone.

Jungkook:

Y/n

Jungkook:

Baby

You cringe at the word baby, you loved pet names but coming from him made them feel entirely different, almost like it’s a sin.

You:

Leave me alone 🖕🏽

Jungkook:

Oh baby don’t hurt my feelings again 💔

Jungkook:

Unless you want to make it up to me like last time

You shuttered, feeling heat spreading throughout your body at the mention of last time. Your knees are still healing from the bruises and rug burn that decorated them. You lick your lips, the taste of his cum and your spit mixed together lingered on them. The ghost of his hands gripping your neck after having just fucked your throat raw prickle your skin with goosebumps.

It was a complete moment of weakness but you can’t say you regret it.

You close your eyes, fingers mindlessly skimmed against the supple skin of your stomach as you replay everything.

•••••

Jungkook stood by you, bare cock grinding on your thigh as he whined against your neck. He was absolutely hurt that you didn’t like his gift even after proving that it was, in fact, his beautiful, hard, blushing cock that he cloned. He pouted and held it in his hand, stroking it and eagerly showing you how painful it was. He was convinced that cumming down your throat would definitely make him feel better after having his feelings hurt since he worked so hard being your secret Santa. You rolled your eyes, this was why he was the baby of the group and why he got everything he wanted.

But you weren’t going to give in, absolutely not.

There was no way you could give in to this brat, not even after he collected a drop of his precum and sinfully licked it off of his finger.

Fuck, why did he have to be so sexy!?

Your facade was breaking since you loved it a little messy and he just had to lick his own cum off his finger. You look away when you see him taking his shirt off, goddamn was he sexy, but it snaps something in you. Next thing you know, you're practically melting to your knees in front of him. Jungkook smirked, loving the way you parted your lips for his cock, he rubbed his tip against your outstretched tongue, too excited to feel your apology.

•••••

The vibration of your phone brought you back to your senses. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling wet and miserably empty.

Jungkook:

Baby don’t tell me you fell asleep on me?

You:

Don’t call me baby

Jungkook:

You didn’t seem to mind it when you were swallowing my cock 🤔

You:

What do you want Jungkook?

Jungkook:

Can’t sleep:(

You:

Okay? How is that my problem?

Jungkook:

It’s not your problem but you can be the solution

You:

And how am I the solution?

Jungkook:

Easy

Jungkook:

Let me see that pretty pussy 😋

Jungkook:

Send me a video of you playing with my gift 🎥

You blush, totally expecting him to be this crude but it still caught you off guard. You look over at your nightstand, his gift tucked away in the drawer, easy access for whenever you’re desperate enough. You snort and angrily type back.

You:

Fuck you! I’m not doing that!

Jungkook:

Don’t be mean to me :(

Jungkook:

Doesn't even have to be a long video just wanna see your pussy

Jungkook:

I’ll reward you with a little taste of my cock baby remember how much you liked it?

Jungkook:

Let you suck on it whenever you want I won’t even cum

Jungkook:

You like that kind of thing don’t you? Just having it in your mouth?

Fuck him, how did he know that? You did like it a lot, definitely a lot more than you should have after having his. But it’s not your fault, his dick just tasted differently, you loved the heady taste as perverted as that makes you. You’re considering his offer, lust fully taken over, it would please your oral fixation getting just a tiny taste. And you do trust him enough not to share it with anyone, plus you miss his dick.

You:

Fine but you have to delete it right after otherwise I’m going to bite your dick off

Jungkook:

Fuck yea

Jungkook:

Thank you my little Angel 💞 I’ll cum loads in your honor 😘

You don’t know what you just agreed to, but you did it and you weren’t someone to go back on your word. You quickly change into frilly panties and a loose shirt, you also gave your hair a quick fix before grabbing the dildo where it waits for you.

You say a little prayer before turning on your fairy lights, you change the color so it’s baby blue, his favorite. You then put your phone on your nightstand facing you and making sure it captures everything perfectly. Hitting record with shaky fingers flipped a switch in you, your facade was easy to play into. You smile into the camera before flipping it off, turning around so your pretty pink panties came into view. You’ve seen enough pornos to know how to arch your back and teasingly pull your panties down. Not all the way down, just so Jungkook could see your pussy and the wet patch it left.

You spit on your fingers and reach behind you to wet yourself, not that it needed it but it was for visual aesthetic. You spread your lips and tease your hole until you’re begging yourself to give you relief. As your fingertips play with your entrance your other hand looks for the dildo. You quickly spread your legs so the stretch won’t be as rough, and you glide it against your core. You moan Jungkook’s name, making sure you use your filthiest voice.

When you feel the dildo wet enough you push it against your entrance. The stretch stings but you tease yourself with the tip coaxing yourself to let more in. You moan again, this time his name is said in a whiny tone, begging for him. Once it’s buried to the hilt, you show him how he’d look snuggled inside you. You begin thrusting it slowly, making sure to moan softly so he can hear the sounds of your wet pussy around it.

You sit up, holding the dildo down so you can ride peacefully. It was a little hard to do but all worth it when it practically hits your cervix. You’re quickly tired from this position so you roll on your back, legs spreading and twitching when you fuck yourself again. Your fingers play with your nipples under your shirt, you arch your back feeling your edge coming sooner than you thought.

But you weren’t going to give him the treat of seeing you cum.

Your shaky fingers grab your phone so you can get a closer look of how much it’s stretching you open. You film your sweaty body but end the video right after you lift your shirt up. You’re smiling too much as you type your message and send it to Jungkook. You continue playing with yourself satisfied and ready to chase your climax.

You:

{video attachment}

You:

Have fun with that you little brat

Despite your insult you’re in too deep to stop fucking yourself, the tip of the dildo feels too good hitting all your weak spots, but it’s not enough. You imagine his actual cock could do better at reaching those spots, leaking and rubbing against your walls in the most crude way possible. You moan and pick up the pace until it starts to sting, but you've always been one to like a little plain in your pleasure.

Your phone vibrates again, you forgot about the video you sent, too lost in finding your pleasure. You move so you’re on your tummy, dildo still snug inside you as you shift your leg to open yourself up again. Shaky fingers grab your phone so you can see the destruction left behind by your glorious cunt.

Jungkook:

What the fuck

Jungkook:

Fuck you’re so hot

Jungkook:

I swear you’re so fucking hot

Jungkook:

Pussy so pretty it loves my cock 😍

His texts stop coming for a minute, presumably to satisfy himself. You almost start working towards your own finish again but the texts flood your phone very annoyingly. You grunt before checking them.

Jungkook:

Oj fuxk

Jungkook:

Fuckijg mosnuing my namr

Jungkook:

Domt fucjng do bgat

Jungkook:

Answe mu cakk NWO

You panic when you feel your phone vibrate, you didn’t think he would actually call. Yet his name kept popping up until you hesitantly answer it. You’re met with the sound of Jungkook moaning, you almost choke on your spit, completely forgetting how gorgeous he sounded.

“I can’t fucking cum,” He’s breathing hard and growling out his words,” I want to fuck you— oh my god y/n, let me fuck your pretty cunt open.”

You stay silent, too focused on the sound of his hand slapping against his hips and the vulgarity of his words. He’s never sounded so desperate before, it made you stop your own desperation to cum just to listen to him.

“Baby give me more.” He moans his curses and begging.

“W-What more do you want?” You swallow the lump in your throat but he’s suddenly quiet. You can only hear shuffling and more grunting.

“I want to cum all over your pussy y/n.” Jungkook huffs but his whine was enough that blank your mind.

Your lips move without much thinking, you don’t care at this point, you want to feel him fill you to the brim. Fucking you so hard you can’t form any proper words. The dildo he made doesn’t satisfy you as much as the real thing would. You want to feel the pulse of his cock, the warmth of it pounding into you.

“Then come.” You end the phone call before you regret it. You let him take it as it is, he can cum or he can come. Either way you’ll be waiting, but in the meantime you think you’ll keep yourself busy with your new favorite toy.

You’re almost half asleep having already reached your climax but the sudden knocking on your door jolted you awake. The knocks are frantic and loud, you know exactly who it is but you’ll play dumb for the thrill of it. You wrap your flimsy robe that does little to hide your naked body underneath but you know he'll appreciate it.

You quickly make your way to your door, heart hammering in your chest with every step. You’re feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement thinking of what he was going to do. The knocks are louder now, almost pounding. You open the door and hiss for him to quiet down but what you’re met with floods your body with lust.

Jungkook’s breathing hard, hand on the door frame as he takes in your figure and what you’re wearing. He’s trying to catch his breath but you’re not helping at all with your sheer robe. He can see your pretty tits and nipples that beg for his attention, but he wants to see the cunt that cries for him with no barriers.

You’re smirking, eyeing him up and down, he can’t get any sexier than now wearing sweats and a muscle tee. His tattoos are all on display for your lustful eyes and it takes everything in you not to lick all over his muscular arms.

“You really must not get any pussy if you want mine this badly—“

“Stop talking—“ He shuts you up with his lips, the door is easily shut behind him. Hiding everything that was about to happen, not a care in the world, right now it’s just you and him. The kiss was messy, tongues gliding against each other just how you like it. Jungkook’s hands touch whatever skin he can grip, they lewdly cup your ass until you whine against his lips. You feel him smirk but he’s more focused on trying to get to your bedroom before he breaks down and fucks you right there at the entrance of your apartment.

You’re bumping into everything, kisses too rough and hypnotizing to care about the fallen frames and books. You eventually get him into your room where he unties your robe and eyes the body he’s been hungry for. But Jungkook is impatient, he pushes you on your bed and takes his shirt off. You’re quick to untie his sweats and free his rock hard erection from its restraints. Your hand squeezes the tip before wrapping your mouth around it, lightly sucking just to memorize its taste.

You distract him from fully taking his sweats off when you start bobbing your head. He motions for you to undress from your robe before you can get any more of his cock into your mouth. Any other day he would gladly cum on your tongue but right now he won’t cum unless it’s on your cunt.

He pushes you to lay down, hands behind your thighs to spread them open. Jungkook bends down and slowly swipes the flat of his tongue against your sticky slit. He limits himself to one sinful lick otherwise he'll be attached to you all night. Jungkook quickly pulls away and hovers over you, eyes dark and frantic but promising.

“Another day baby I promise,” He traps your lips in a heated kiss,” fucking promise I’ll eat you out until you’re crying.”

He angles his hip so his tip pokes your clenching entrance. It’s too much teasing for you, you’ve already felt how his length fits in you, you’re dying for the real thing.

“Ok ok just hurry up,” You pitifully whine, wrapping your legs around his hips trying to pull him inside you,” fuck me already—“

You don’t need to beg, he wants it just as bad as you do, if not more. Jungkook leans his hips to let his cock sink into you. He moans when he feels your walls recognize his shape, swallowing him back in with a wet welcome. He wastes no time and starts pounding into you, you moan a little too loud but his cock is worth the scolds you’ll get from neighbors.

Jungkook fucks you too desperatly, too dirty, too needy. He still hasn’t even taken his sweats off because of his desperation to feel your tight cunt around him. They rest on his thighs but he’s too focused on rutting into you to care. Jungkook meant to savor every bit of you but his cock has a mind of its own, it slips in and out of you with ease. You’re ridiculously wet and perfectly tight, it makes him go stupid with pleasure.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” He grunts in your ear,” Fucking love your pussy—“

“Jungkook—“ He kisses bruises into the skin of your neck, marking what’s his for anyone to see.

“You like my cock baby?”

“Yes, Yes I love it,” His hips rock into you harder, making your eyes roll back from the sting,” I love it Jungkook—“

“It’s all yours baby,” He speaks the truth, Jungkook has always been yours. He’s just waiting for the day you realize you’re his.

The room is filled with moans, skin slapping and the awful squeaking of your bed, but that doesn’t stop you from asking for more.

“Fuck me harder,” You’re begging as if he was the only means to your pleasure,” God, Jungkook, make it hurt—“

“You want me to make it hurt?” He repeats your words just to hear you scream.

“Yes!”

And he does exactly what you want, how could he say no when you’re clawing his back so desperately?

Jungkook pulls out and finally gets rid of his pants before flipping you over to have you on your knees. He grabs your softest pillow and places it in front of you before shoving your face into it. You squeal but you love the way he’s using you so roughly, it’s your every fantasy come true.

You wiggle your hips but he’s not having any of that and he says it with the heavy hand that slaps the supple flesh. You yelp as he moves on, hands gripping your waist tightly as if you’d try to escape. You feel his dick on your thigh, leaving a delicious trace of precum you much rather would have licked off. But he doesn’t let you imagine the taste since he’s fucking himself back into you.

Jungkook holds your arm behind you, fingers gripping on to your wrist while he feels your nails dig into his. Quick pumps of his hips slap against your ass, he’s fucking you so hard you cry out with each thrust. He loves hearing your moans though, they’re like a melody Jungkook could fuck to the rhythm of forever.

“Jun-Jungkook— I’m gonna cum—“ You arch your back to let him reach deeper into you.

“Cum then baby.” He leans over you, tattooed hand wrapped around your neck, just because he can, while his other hand snakes between your legs to pinch your clit. You cry out again, surprised but it was all you needed to have your muscles tighten and clenching around him as you reach your peak. You grip the sheets and repeatedly moan his name like a prayer on your tongue.

He slows down his pace and grinds his thickness into you to help you ride your high. He kisses your shoulder and calls you a good baby girl until his lips lock with yours. It’s a sweet kiss that you’ll overthink about, it’s too intimate but you crave it. Jungkook pulls away and kisses the tip of your nose, your cheek and your brow before smiling.

“My turn,” He slaps your ass and leans up again, he means business now,” I’m gonna make this pussy mine.”

He gave no other warning besides his hands on your waist. But one buck of his hips was all you needed to know that he was desperately holding back before. He’s set a merciless rhythm, cock throbbing as your pussy sucked him back in. He’s close, you can tell since his nails are digging into your hips, just like they did when he held your wrists as he released on your tongue the other day.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this Y/n,” Jungkook grunts as he feels his edge,” dreamt about this cunt for so long, now it’s all mine.”

You nod your head, too tired to fight him on this and maybe because you’re ok with the idea of being his toy. If this is how he fucks, you really don’t mind. His hips stutter when he feels you take his hand to grasp your breast, making him roughly squeeze it. Jungkook feels you tighten around him, almost hindering his movement, but that doesn’t stop him.

“Oh fuck baby,” He sighs lovingly,” oh, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

You clench to help him reach his high, your fingers moving his to play with your nipple. Jungkook pulls his hand away so he can pull out and fist his aching girth. Choked whines accompany squirting cum that lands wherever it wants, some land on your ass and some on your swollen cunt. It was too beautiful for Jungkook to stay away from so his fingers stroke your lips to smother his cum into your clit. He won’t fuck it into you but he’ll enjoy the way you tremble and smother your face in your pillow.

You swat his hand away and finally let your body slump in your bed. You close your eyes, way more than satisfied, worn out, but happy you got tossed around. Jungkook recollects himself, he watches your sleepy figure and chuckles. He let himself go a little hard so now he has to deal with the aftermath all on his own. He gets up to look for anything to clean you with, he makes sure to use soft hands since your skin was already irritated from him. He looks for his clothes and folds them neatly since he doesn’t like wrinkles. Jungkook puts your own clothes in your hamper and is about to tuck you in but you suddenly grab his wrist, thinking he was going to leave.

But you weren’t going to let him leave now, no way is he getting away with fucking you like that without treating you to breakfast.

“Oh no, you’re making me breakfast brat.” It’s the last thing you say before your eyelashes flutter shut. Jungkook shakes his head before slipping next to you to pull you into his arms, face buried in your hair like he was made to be there. He sighs blissfully, he wasn’t planning on leaving, you’re not getting rid of him so easily. So he’ll gladly make you breakfast.

Maybe he’ll get another taste of you while he’s at it.

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Gym | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Businesswoman!reader, fratboy!jungkook. Older reader. Age difference. 

Warnings: Explicit Sex, foreplay. Balcony sex, cream pie, cum eating, dirty talk, unprotected sex. slight fluff if you squint. 

Words: 8.5k

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.

A/N: another shitty not-proofread smut coming right up lmao. this was supposed to be released near kook’s bday :/ but i got distracted and only wrote half. So just added smut and here ya go. not very good. I’ll read over it tomorrow. let me know what you think! i wrote this in an hour pls 4give wubfwbf.

(he really built like that huh?)

“Right, three more reps to go. Lift that perky ass of yours Y/N, a bit more – that’s it. Atta girl. Hold it.”

You wish Seulgi would shut the fuck up. Also not shut the fuck up because your personal trainer – and best friend - could work you out so much better than when you did it all on your own. The adjectives she used to describe your firming body parts though, were exceeding by the day as she saw the progress you had made because of her recommended workouts. And she wore it like a badge of honour every time you asked her to tone down her hooting and yelling when a certain position highlighted your toned bottom or thighs. It always brought more attention to your corner whenever she got particularly boisterous. Especially from the male patrons who littered the gym either flexing or pretending to lift more than they actually can whenever Seulgi was on a shift with another female client.

“Tuck your tummy in Y/N, c’mon!” You tighten your abdominal muscles and lift up your body as much as you can, a groan leaving your lips at the building burn you felt deep in your core muscles. In your absentmindedness you’d apparently been slackening your posture in the current plank you were doing.

“I’m trying,” You groaned once again through your teeth at the effort it took you to keep your body completely flat as a table top and hovering above the ground. It was getting easier to do planks because you were a regular gym goer and your stamina was in a far better shape than you had ever imagined before.

“Keep taking deep breaths to fuel you up. You don’t want to look like a blown up gold fish when lover boy is looking at you now, do you?”

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Bounce

Boyfriend!AU | Boyfriend!Jungkook x Reader

genre: smut

rating: explicit

description: Forced to be stuck at home, you’ve lost motivation to exercise. Your boyfriend wants you to join him in the home gym, but you’ve always turned him down. That is, until you found out he had an exercise ball. Bouncing is always fun! A great workout too!

word count: 4.7k

warnings: UNPROFESSIONAL use of an exercise/yoga ball (seriously be careful lmfao), Dom!Jungkook, Jungkook forcing you to get your workout in *smirk*, cussing, fingering, oral sex (female and male receiving), edging, thigh riding, slight choking, handjob, ball sucking, unprotected sex (THIS IS FANFIC, WRAP IT UP PLEASE AND PEE AFTER SEX TOO), rough sex, dirty talk, spanking, overstimulation, and creampie.

a/n: HI EVERYONE! I FINISHED IT! Can you tell I’m bored… lol. I seriously want an exercise ball, no joke. As soon as I saw the picture of Jungkook and his luscious thighs, an idea sparked. Hope everyone is doing well, staying safe and indoors! I advise everyone to not use an exercise ball this way because Jungkook is a professional ;D LOLOL. Happy reading and please tell me what you think! I really do try to see every tag and every comment!

update: ARGH, once again my fic isn’t showing up in the tags. I’m so sad. I think I fixed it now.

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