If Sehun Were Your Boyfriend, This Would Be Your Gallery.

Control | kth (m)

➳ pairing: ceo!taehyung x spouse f!reader

➳ genre: established relationship, pwp, smut, explicit.

➳ summary: you’ve been testing your husband’s patience for a while now, simply for fun. But you never imagined that he would take revenge this way.

— masterlist

➳ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~4.5K

➳ warnings: language, explicit sexual content, hard dom!taehyung, sub!reader, thigh riding, oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talking, pet names, praising, use of sex toys, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (be safe people!!), over stimulation, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), big d*ck!taehyung, cream-pie — this is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent taehyung in any way!

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➳ a/n: A huge thanks to @starlightauroras-main for beta-reading, literally what’d I do without you 😭? Banner made by the lovely @eerieedits 🤩 thank you so much val ❤️!!

The consistent ringing of the doorbell would’ve frustrated Taehyung any other evening, but this time it’s different. Tonight, he drops his phone on the living room couch, dashing for the door. As he takes the package from the delivery boy, his heart thrums excitedly. It’s finally here. He can’t wait for tomorrow morning.

Inspecting the box closely, Taehyung walks over to the center table, and tries to imagine your face when you open your gift. A deep satisfaction makes him smile.

“Baby, who is it?” Your voice snaps him back to the present.

He hides the box in the kitchen before answering you, “It’s the security, love! Just giving me an update about something.”

Happy that it was well hidden, he enters the bedroom and notices your sleepy form. Taehyung climbs up on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. “Goodnight, jagiya. Sleep tight!” A smirk lingers on his lips even when he falls asleep, already picturing the following day.

You wake up to a gentle pressure against your lips and the insistent pattering of rain against your bedroom window. Fluttering your eyes open, you notice your husband’s gorgeous face hovering over yours, dropping a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“I made breakfast, jagiya.” With that, he retreats from your shared bedroom. You whine in protest. Turning over on the far too cozy mattress, you blink at the digital clock on the bedside table, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

A smile plays at the corner of your lips, the longing to be with your husband dispersing the last of your drowsiness. Yawning softly, you kick off the warm sheets and stretch your arms until they make a satisfying popping sound. You listen to the rain thrum against the windows for a moment before getting to your feet.

You enter the bathroom and brush your teeth before getting ready for your shower. Despite the initial chilling cold, you manage to step beneath the calming spray. Soon enough, the warm water hits your skin and you clutch your vanilla body wash.

After finishing up with your shower, you dry your hair, getting ready for work, where your husband happens to be your boss. If you’re being honest with yourself, you never thought that you’d have your happy ending with him. Especially when he was so cold at first. But now, you couldn’t imagine your life without him in it. Shaking off the thoughts, you smile confidently at the mirror, doing a little twirl. Your stomach growls, reminding you to eat breakfast.

The living room and kitchen are unnaturally quiet, save for the rain and the purr of the expensive coffee machine your husband owns. A lamp illuminates the open space from a corner, fighting back the dreary weather.

Taehyung stands in front of the buzzing espresso maker, clad in a pair of sweatpants and cotton tee, which surprises you. Shouldn’t he be all suited up and ready for work? Head tilted down, he waits for the mug to fill up. It’s clear that he’s impatient, his left hand running through his hair, his biceps flexing. Shifting side to side, he gives you the exclusive view of his butt. He’s a sight for sore eyes.

You make your way over to him with a pleased sigh, curling both arms around his waist and pressing your cheek to his solid back. His rumbling chuckle tickles your warm, lotioned skin as you let yourself feel his entire form, drinking him in.

“So handsy,” he chides quietly and without any actual reproach. Turning off the machine and setting the mug of coffee down, he turns around in your grasp, affectionately carding a hand through your smooth hair. “Sleep well?”

With your face resting on his chest, you glance up. “Yeah. You let me sleep longer than usual today, Mr. Kim.”

A teasing and ever so slightly foreboding glint settles in his brown irises, making the gold flecks in them visible. “Don’t get used to it,” Taehyung remarks. “There’s a reason as to why I let you sleep. I wanted you to be… exceedingly rested.”

You raise your eyebrow in surprise, unable to keep your heart from jumping into your throat at his tone. “Oh? Let me guess… Another packed up day with meetings?”

Full mouth twisting into a minuscule smile, he runs his thumb along your jawline. “No, no! Today’s our day off. We’re having some fun today. I mean, I will most certainly have fun. As for you… Well, we will see about that.” Untangling himself from you, he nods over to the kitchen island. “Come on, have your breakfast.”

You nod, happily sitting down with him to eat the pancakes he prepared with your daily dose of caffeine. “Mm, these are so good and fluffy!” you say appreciatively, chewing on the soft pancakes that melt in your mouth.

Taehyung smiles, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together. “I have a little something for you.” He strokes your skin beneath his thumb, looking at you expectantly.

“Really? That’s so amazing! Show me!”

Taehyung winks, motioning for you to finish your plate. “Ah, I love your excitement, sweetheart! It’s exciting indeed, but you’ll need to finish your breakfast first.”

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you complete your breakfast in record time. “What is it?” He points to the kitchen counter. Turning your head, you eye a previously inconspicuous package on the polished granite. “What is that?” you press, feeling oddly flustered.

“Oof, too many questions. Just open it already!” Taehyung says, still keeping his smile.

He gets up and steps away to lean against the counter, gesturing for you to start. You gulp nervously under his gaze, walking over to the counter and grabbing the box. The shiny, pastel-pink paper is almost buttery beneath your fingers as you pry it off the small rectangle, tatters of it decorating the stone.

Finally, the last piece falls away — and you can’t help but gasp softly. ‘Lelo – Wearable Smart Wand’, the box says in bold, elegant letters, right above a surprisingly tasteful depiction of it’s contents.

Next to you, Taehyung props his chin up on one fist, grinning from ear to ear as you lower your eyes, your cheeks heating up.

“Cat got your tongue, jagi?” he coos, treacherously innocent.

“…I’m – uhm.” Oh, you sound like someone who has never seen a sex toy before when you own one, for god’s sake! But… this? This is more than a little unexpected. You clear your throat, ignoring the surge of heat between your legs. “What exactly brought this on?”

He throws you a menacing glare. “You’ve been a very bad girl lately, don’t you think?” His tone makes you swallow. He notices the way you fidget nervously, biting your cheek. “Refusing my orders in bed. On a regular basis now,” he growls in your ear.

You shiver involuntarily, your pulse quickening. His attitude is exactly the reaction you expected when you thought of disobeying your dominant husband. But a sex toy? You never imagined your husband’s punishment for you to go down this route.

“Did you think that I would let you get away with what you’ve been doing?” Taehyung inches closer as he softens his tone, acting as if you aren’t the only people occupying the spacious kitchen who might hear his words. “Since you like testing my patience that much, I will test yours in return. If you think you can take it.”

His last sentence is as stern as the rest of his answer, but you immediately recognize it for what it really is – a question of assent. If you don’t want to continue, he’ll let it go without any complaint or reprimand.

But you do want to. You want this – him – always. He’s everything you’ve ever asked for.

Holding his tenacious gaze, you reach for the box and pull it closer before wordlessly returning your hands to his chest. Your noses brush briefly as Taehyung leans in, placing a kiss just below your ear.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, teeth grazing the tender skin. “I want you to change your clothes to something less professional now. And when you’re ready, join me in the living room. Don’t forget your present.” With that, he steps around you, leaving your flustered self alone in the kitchen.

The next few minutes pass in a dazed blur. You grab the package, making your way back to the bedroom, only to freeze in the doorway. He has made the bed and cleaned up the mess you left behind. Something warm and tender curls itself around your heart, making you smile softly. He keeps surprising you in the best ways, going from the demanding boss to the utterly loving husband.

After a long, mental debate on what you should wear for the day, you decide to go through your closet and try on the things you like. Somehow, it helps you. You’re quickly distracted by the dresses, thoughts of his present and words melting away.

Your mind stays empty until you are dressed in a short, flowy dress, the material barely able to cover your thighs. The bare skin suddenly reminds you of what’s about to come and you could swear the lace thong you are wearing is already wetting up.

You close the bedroom door gently behind you, inhaling a sharp breath. Crossing the open space of the apartment, you finally re-enter the living room. Taehyung is sitting on the couch, his eyes narrowed down at his laptop screen. Is he seriously working right now?

Brows knitted together in a little frown, you walk over to him, a pout adorning your face as he keeps gazing on the laptop, not even regarding your presence. His reading glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose, short sleeves rolled up even shorter, his strong muscles on full display.

Sexy, you think, fiddling with the box in your hands. You feel both embarrassed and intrigued by the thought of his hands around your throat. As if aware of your fruity mind, Taehyung steals a glance at you. Eyes sweeping from your toes up to your face, his darkening stare and stony-faced expression betray his sinful inner thoughts.

“Sit down,” he orders, after a few tense seconds of silence. Throat dry and movements shaky from nervousness, you take a seat in a corner of the couch. Without looking up at you, he grunts, complaining. “Y/N.”

You jolt up, confused, the package landing on the center table. Taehyung doesn’t bother to look at you, but there is a subtle smile playing on his lips and he is wordlessly patting one leg. There’s no need for him to elaborate; your feet carry you over to him hastily. Moving the laptop slightly, he gives you ample space to perch on top of his thigh, one arm snaking around you to continue what he’s working on.

Seconds pass into minutes. And even though your spot is quite nice, you are growing increasingly restless, wiggling closer to your husband.

“Impatient, are we?” Taehyung utters, without sparing you a single glance. “I suppose that’s my fault. You’re so used to getting what you want from me.” You turn your head to nuzzle his neck, enjoying the feel of his satisfied hum as you kiss the sensitive spot just beneath his jaw. His fingers comb through your hair strands, gentle at first, but tightening in the next moment, pulling you away. “You have to wait,” he mutters, seemingly unruffled by your seduction.

But there is obvious proof tenting his pants – proof that he’s just barely hanging on. You look down briefly and back up, only to find him staring at you with both amusement and exasperation.

“I can practically see the gears in your head turning, jagiya.” Letting go of your hair, he resumes his work. “You’re not getting a single inch. Not until I feel like you’ve earned it.” Taehyung reaches for the wireless mouse next to the laptop and pauses, tilting his head as if considering something. “Maybe I should give you a reminder.”

He grabs one of your legs, making you turn until you are straddling his thigh. The gusset of your panties press against the soft material of his sweatpants. “You can get off, if you want to.” He smiles, kissing the curve of your cheekbone. “But I’m not going to help you. If that’s not enough, you’ll have to settle for sitting here… just like this.”

Clutching his shoulders for support and burying your face in his neck, you shudder. It’s hard to decide whether you love or hate this with every emotion far too tangled up in the aching need rushing through your veins.

The first, careful sway of your hips makes you gasp. Soaked lace slides against your clit, barely an obstruction for his leg, the pressure deliciously perfect.

Your second rocking is a little harder, immediately followed by the next. Soon, you are riding him steadily, the spiraling pleasure making you sigh and moan. Taehyung lets you have your way, clicking and typing without pause. But he isn’t unaffected - his heartbeat is rapid and his breathing shallow, coming as short bursts.

“Taehyung—” His name is barely more than a whimper, caused by the clenching of his solid muscles, pushing against your core.

“Already?” he chokes, surprised. Finding the swell of your ass, he grasps the soft flesh desperately.

“I’m sorry, I just–” Your apology is cut off by your climax, your own thighs shaking and tensing. Eyes falling shut, you cry out, forehead resting on the ball of his shoulder. Tremors keep running and running through you, your body held steady by strong hands that guide you through it. Taehyung’s sweatpants, wet where you’ve just come, stick to his skin.

“Fuck.” The single, growled expletive marks the end of your husband’s patience.

Before you can catch your breath, he snaps his laptop shut and shoves it to the side. Taehyung lifts you up to drop you on the soft cushions. Gaze sharp and filled with desire, he looms over you like a vengeful ruler, reaching for the zipper of your dress and undoing it hastily. The material falls away easily, just like you planned, the delicate linen gathering at your sides. He bunches the loose clothing around your waist, leaving only the peach colored thong. Your nipples are erect, one of them being caressed by his thumb.

“Can’t believe you,” he mutters, immediately bending down to start covering the space with kisses and bites. “Can’t believe how ready you always are for me, good lord.” The scratch of his stubble is almost too much as he trails further down, tongue grazing the edge of your belly button. “Need you in my mouth. Want to taste how sweet you are.”

There is no chance for you to move, even if you wanted to. Arms winding around your thighs, Taehyung leans in to pull your panties away and lap at your cunt with his tongue, groaning deeply. With each flick and drag, he inches closer, spreading you wide with his upper body, as if letting it go will kill him.

Overly sensitive as you are, you can’t stop the shaking of your hips and the noises escaping your throat. “I’m– ah– I can’t—”

Taehyung raises his head, just enough so he can speak, voice raspy but firm. “You can and you will. It’s not up for debate, sweetheart.” He gently scrapes your labia with his teeth, brown eyes glinting when you squirm. “I want you dripping and tender before I let you have your new toy – which means you’re going to come for me again. Like a good girl.”

Closing his lips around your clit, he starts to suckle, his eyes watching intently as he digs his fingertips into your skin, almost to the point of pain. You arch your back, hands flying into his hair and babbling words that are barely coherent.

For a few sparkling, blinding white minutes, there’s only bliss, only his tongue and warm breath as he murmurs encouragement and praise.

It feels like gravity has loosened its hold on you momentarily, only to immediately wrench you back to earth. The ceiling seems to spin and it takes significant effort for you to push yourself onto your elbows.

Taehyung stares, wearing a somewhat drunk expression, eyes and lips glazed and his hair completely disheveled. His pants are tight at the front, probably uncomfortably so. A shiver goes through your limbs when he places a last kiss just above your clit. “Perfect,” he mumbles. “That’s my girl. You’re more than ready for your gift now, don’t you think?”

You want to agree, to nod, or even give him the box, but he reaches for it before you can, smirking at the feeble state he has put you in.

He takes his sweet time, plucking the single piece of tape off with a needless flourish. Finally, he’s able to reach inside, lifting the toy with a satisfied and fascinated hum. It appears precious in the morning light, the smooth silicone held in rose-gold. It’s thick shape doesn’t resemble your own vibrator at all, looking a little like a wiggly ‘T’.

“I cleaned it before when you were changing your clothes,” he informs you and pulls something else from the box – a tiny bottle of lube. “I also got this.” He gives a throaty chuckle. “You’re probably wet enough, but…” Gaze dragging over your nude form, Taehyung sighs. “You’re so small and delicate.” An endearing look adorns your face, his worry making your heart flutter. He flicks the cap of the lube open, squeezing a generous dollop onto the toy. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me for permission to come.”

Leaning over you, Taehyung braces himself on the back of the couch, his occupied hand drifting down, down, until you can feel the blunt end of the toy nudging lace to the side and dipping between your slit. Your mouth falls open, lashes fluttering madly. You can’t help it though, his heated expression and the sensation of the vibrator are almost too much to take. There’s no resistance, just the faint, wet noise of it slipping inside, the flat end coming to rest on your clit.

“God, look at you,” he breathes. “How does it feel?”

“It’s…” You swallow nervously. “It’s good. Nice. But, Tae, it’s not you–”

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” He places a light kiss on the tip of your nose – too affectionate and too innocent for what he is doing to you. “You know why. It’s either this, or nothing at all.”

Pulling you upright, Taehyung pulls up your dress, redoing the zipper and properly covering you up again. You notice that he’s still rock-hard, the thick ridge of him straining his sweatpants.

“Maybe I could… help?”

He snickers. “Nice try.” Another kiss lands on the corner of your mouth, lingering, just long enough to be teasing. “Remember the file I sent you yesterday through email? It’s about an upcoming collaboration. Go through it and send me your ideas.” You gape at him after he has dropped back into his seat, his whole demeanor radiating cockiness. “Well? Do you need my invitation, Mrs. Kim?”

Slipping from the couch, you shoot him a look full of frustration, huffing a lock of hair out of your heated face. The motion jostles the toy between your legs, turning walking into a definite challenge. Pausing by the doorframe, you glance back.

Taehyung just smiles, quirking an eyebrow at you.

You’ve always been a trustworthy employee. That’s how he noticed you at first. But right now, any sort of comprehension is beyond you.

The pdf file on the computer screen describes the point of the collaboration and the goals the company is trying to achieve. But, most of it is simply blurring into a puzzling mess. The barely audible humming at the apex of your thighs intensifies, the part of the toy resting on your clit thrumming wildly for a moment before slowing to a frustratingly slow rhythm. This is the fourth time in fifteen minutes.

After you entered the home office, Taehyung started slowly, keeping your gift’s pace at a bearable minimum and actually giving you some time to read. But now he seems to be just fine with challenging your composure.

You moan a little when the speed picks up again, your head falling back from pleasure. Your panties are completely ruined, wet enough to slick your inner thighs.

Gosh, you need something to distract yourself.

Closing the file, you get up with unsteady legs and make your way to the washroom. The cool marble of the counters is a relief for your hot palms. You squirm towards the sink, splashing cold water on your face. It calms your nerves, the excessive heat from your skin lowering – until the entirety of the toy starts to hum, rubbing against your g-spot, clit, literally everywhere. You close the running tap, gasping and holding onto the edge of the sink. So close, so close and you need to come.

A calloused hand drifts around your waist, settling on your lower abdomen and guiding you back against a solid chest.

“Taking a break already?” Taehyung rasps, tickling your earlobe. “Or are you being lazy?”

You whimper. “No, no, I was just–”

“Hot?” He reaches for your face, the pleasant touch of his palm making you shudder. “Very good. I’m glad to know that you’re being punished properly.” Taehyung pulls his phone from his pocket. With a flick of his thumb, the buzzing toy within you starts swirling, drawing an undignified yelp from you. He smiles as if he isn’t inflicting torture of the meanest kind on you. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, legs giving out beneath you. His strong arms immediately grab you before you can hit the floor.

“Oh?” Holding you by the waist, he slowly backs you up against the counter. “Care to specify?”

“I’m sorry for– for disobeying you and testing your patience.” You are so, so close. Deep down, you pray that he’ll let you come this time.

“You’re not going to do it again, are you?”

“I won’t, I won’t, I – fuck, baby, please.”

The toy stops. You are still hovering by the edge, ready to fall over it, tears gathering in your eyes from being denied once again. You want to say something, curse him, maybe. But you only manage a few muffled words before he hauls you up effortlessly.

You feel very small as he carries you through the condo with long, decisive steps. Clinging to him, you nibble on his earlobe until he grunts out loud.

Your back hits the bed hard, the mattress creaking. Your mouths collide with a clack of teeth and shared moans, unashamed in the hushed light breaking through gray clouds and filtering through the windows.

“I know you need to come,” Taehyung mutters, inching away to tear at your dress, “but you can only do it around my cock.” The linen lands in a pile at the foot of the bed, followed closely by your panties.

You can only guess how you look like right now, shaken up and needy, thighs parted to reveal how shiny and puffy you are around the toy. It seems to be captivating enough for him to stare like he is taking his fill.

“You may think that you were the only one tormented today, but you have no idea -” he finds the end of the vibrator, gently pulling at it - “no fucking idea how many times I had to stop myself from leaving my seat to find you. Maybe fuck my hand while my gift makes your legs kick out.”

When the toy slides from you, it’s both relieving and disappointing, leaving you empty, wanting. He tosses it carelessly to the other side of the bed, discarding his tee next to it.

Your doe eyes drink in his broad shoulders, his defined pecs, his thick member as he pulls it free from pants and boxers, both now riding low on tapered hips.

Mine, your subconscious purrs. You sigh in agreement, the noise darkening his expression. He climbs up on the bed immediately, your mouth opening willingly for him. Taehyung tangles your tongues together in a passionate kiss, his hand roaming all over your body.

“How are you even real?” he whispers, tugging at your hair while you trail wet kisses across his face. He doesn’t need to extend the foreplay - you’re already more than ready to take him.

Giving you a brief peck on the lips, he moves to your jawline, going down your neck, biting you gently along the way. His lips worship you, kissing every bit of your silky skin as he finally positions himself along your aching entrance.

Your moans are muffled in his kiss when he smoothly penetrates you, your body alight from the euphoria. He growls, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Taehyung hugs you tight and your body instinctively clings to him, inviting him all the way in. So he complies, pushing himself as deep as he can go, his balls resting against your butt. You almost explode at the sensation, your walls clenching around him.

“Please… move,” you beg, the need surging inside you blinding any other emotions. He nods, staring to rock his hips. Frenzied moans escape you as his cock brushes your most sensitive spots. Encouraged by the sounds of your delight, your husband builds the pace up until he’s pounding you ruthlessly.

“Did I go hard on my princess today, hm? Pushed my jagi too hard?” You nod with a mewl, your nails digging into his back, sure to leave marks that’ll be visible the next day. “But you’re such a good girl. Took everything so skillfully.” Taehyung hums, his pubic bone grinding on your clit, a gasp leaving you. Desperate, you wrap yourself tight around him, pushing on his ass with your heels to have him deeper. He growls, giving you a hard kiss on the mouth. “I’m not going to last long, jagiya.”

Your enraptured moans accompanied by his guttural groans form a wicked melody, the sound getting more extreme with each of his thrusts. You surrender yourself to him completely. His cock starts hitting your cervix and g-spot with each thrust, a blinding sensation rocking your body.

The orgasm hits both of you simultaneously as you scream each other’s names in fervor, sweat and bliss dripping down your skin. Your walls pulsate around his throbbing length, milking him shortly after. Thick ropes of his cum fill you up, making you purr in satisfaction.

Eyes closed from pure ecstasy, you try to catch your breath. Taehyung leaves gentle kisses across your chest before resting his head on the soft flesh, sighing happily. You don’t know after how long you flutter your eyes open again, but he’s already looking at you with a very gentle smile on his lips – exactly opposite to his dominant side.

“Let me run you a bath.” He strokes your face, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“You’re joining me, right?” You nuzzle his hand, looking at him expectantly.

“Anything my sweet baby wants,” Taehyung murmurs, gently gathering you in his arms and carrying you into the bathroom.

the end ♥

author’s notes 💌:

thank you so much for reading bubs! hopefully you enjoyed the longest pwp i’ve ever written (damn i’m on a roll lol)! reblogs are highly appreciated 🥺💕! also leave your feedback if you want to 🥺❣️uwu!

I used the ‘bad girl’ couple here, in far future because things are complicated between them rn spoiler alert sorry not sorry jsgjfhk.

I’ve never written these type of themes before, so I apologise beforehand if there are any type of mistakes 🤧!! I did read a few fics where a character is hard dominant but still idhjksgk, i’m a newbie, please be gentle 🥺!!

it hurts, because I shouldn’t - jjk social media au

~ fic type: social media au, co-parenting

~ pairing: boxer! jungkook x model! reader

~ genre: angst, romance

explicit content, mature language, drug and alcohol usage, and violence

Series:

{} jeon jungkook and yn were high school sweethearts ever since they were 16 years of age. They went through ups and downs together and managed to stay with each other for a few years. Fast forward 7 years later and a messy break up they have a two year old. Both promising to co-parent and keep their emotions for eachother at bay. Tensions rise as jealousy and ensues and emotions start to boil over.

“I loved you even when I had nothing left to give you”

“I know”

“Then why does it hurt so much if I have nothing left to give?”

—sweeter than sugar. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 

⟶ genre: ceo!jungkook / sugar daddy au + fluff / smut 

⟶ words: 22,258 oops

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: when infamous playboy jeon jungkook comes to you with a proposition that you know you should say no to, you can’t. because all you really know is that being spoiled has never felt so sweet before

⟶ warnings: lot’s of brand name dropping bc jungkook stays spoiling you!!, sprinkle of angst, unprotected sex, dry humping, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, face riding, handjob, standing sex, window sex?, riding, creampie

⟶ note: this is a repost of a fic from my old blog, just in case it looks familiar to anyone!

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Hand in the Kookie Jar, ch4

✦ pairing: jungkook x reader

✦ summary: after a quarter life crisis and a lot of thinking, your lifelong best friend tries to convince you to let him be your baby daddy

✦ a/n: late with my update so thanks for being patient!! I wanted to get something out tonight so this is a short update, and I’ll get out a longer one within the next week. And thank you for all the love on this story it warms my heart to know you’re enjoying it!! Please leave me ALL THE FEEDBACK ♡ if you want to be on the taglist just ask! hope you’re all having a lovely week!

✦ w/c: 2.3k+

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Peter: Mr. Loki, what do you want for Christmas?

Loki: Revenge.

Peter: What practical thing do you want for Christmas?

Loki: Instruments of torture.

Peter: What harmless thing do you want for Christmas?

Loki: A new tea kettle.

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Werewolf Au! Jungkook x Reader / Enemies to Lovers [Angst and mature content. Not smut but almost smut.]

Summary: Jungkook finally found her. His mate. His lifelong partner. But she's a human. Does he have to stay with her or can he stick it to whatever and whoever binds mates together and make his own decision?

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

She winced and shut her eyes as Jin pulled out the last piece of glass in her leg.

“And you’re done!” Jin chimed, “Now all we have left is to clean you up and put some ointment on you and you should be good as new.”

“Thanks.” was all she could muster. It was still hard to find her voice after everything her and Jennie had been through. Being in a room with six real life werewolves didn’t help either.

Taehyung had taken Jennie back to his house behind the cabin wanting nothing else to do but stay by her side. Jin and Mina came home right after the chaos, the brand new groceries they bought forgotten outside in the cold. Jin had reassured her that Mina would take the best care of Jennie as she vehemently opposed having Jennie out of her sight. She finally let Jennie go when Taehyung promised that he'd keep her safe.

The pain from Jin tending to her wounds made her want to pass out numerous times but her body fought the need to, afraid to be unconscious during such an unpredictable moment. Fortunately, the pack was very kind and comforting, except for one member who hadn’t said a word to her yet.

“You’re quite the fighter. I heard your kicks from up the hill.” Hoseok, the one with the bright smile complimented.

She could only smile back and shrug. She had met the pack once at Jennie’s birthday but never got to know them on a personal level. Everyone was too busy partying and attempting to tame Taehyung when he went sicko mode to have a conversation. In all the fairytales she read, none of the stories ever talked about how beautiful werewolves were and surprisingly hospitable too.

“Yeah, what you saw are called rogue werewolves. They’re incredibly disgusting and dangerous. They take pleasure in playing with their hunt often ripping their prey-“

“Jimin,” Namjoon turned to him with a forced smile, “I don’t think now is the right time. In fact, let’s give her some space guys.”

Jimin scratched the back of his head and offered her a quiet apology accompanied by a meek smile. One by one, the members followed Namjoon, offering a sympathetic look as they left. Jungkook was the last in the line, his footsteps heavy and his mind cloudy.

“Actually Jungkook, could you stay for just a few minutes. I have to go prepare some cream for these two.” Jin said, face still facing towards her.

“I-uh, sure.” Jungkook stammered.

“I’ll be right back,” Jin placed a hand on her head, “you’re in good hands.”

She felt the emptiness of his presence immediately. Jin was so warm and gentle, making sure to soothe her with words whenever she whimpered or flinched. Jungkook on the other hand had dark eyes complimented with a piercing gaze. He seemed uncomfortable and almost annoyed. She tried not to look at him because every time she did, that foreign feeling that she had when she first met him would fill her entire body.

She heard Jungkook take a seat on Jin’s stool, the legs squeaking against the floorboard.

“H-how are you feeling?” he asked.

Her eyes fluttered closed at the sound of his voice. If looking at him proved to be difficult, the sound of his voice was almost unbearable.

“You um..you did a good job,” he continued, “those things are sometimes hard for us to fight.”

She pushed back the sigh wanting to escape from her chest. His voice was soft and coated in honey. Realizing that she might look even more crazy than she already did trying to drown in his voice while covered in blood and cuts, she opened her eyes to face him making sure to look at his nose.

Jungkook saw her lips move but he couldn’t hear a thing. He was too hyper fixated on the details of her face to hear a thing. The drumming of his heart and the pulses of electricity shooting up and down his spine was quite the distraction as well. When Taehyung and him were racing down the hill, he could hear every sound she made but not Jennie, he only heard her. He soon realized that the adrenaline coursing through his body was because she was in danger. Jungkook had known for a long time how strong the bond between two mates was but now he was experiencing it first hand and he hated it. Having a human mate that was chosen for him was already irritating but now he had the ability to feel what she felt. Jungkook was losing control of his own life bit by bit and it’s all because of her. He turned his attention to her hands that were clasped tightly against her lap and felt his muscles relax slightly. She didn’t know what was going on and he wasn’t sure if she felt what he felt whenever they looked at each other. No one knew Jungkook’s secret and he was going to keep it that way.

“Um Jungkook.” He hated how much he liked the way his name sounded coming from her.

He looked at her with a raised brow, ignoring the pulsating energy going through him when he did.

“You’re bleeding.” she whispered pointing at his hands.

Jungkook furrowed his brows in confusion and looked down at his hands. It was then he realized that he had been digging his nails into his palm so hard that each one had drawn blood. She flinched when he got up with a jolt, the stool almost toppling over in the process.

“I’m going to check on Jin.” Jungkook murmurs, keeping his head down.

“Wait before you leave!” she suddenly called, both of them surprised by how quickly she found her voice.

Jungkook kept his hand on the doorknob, body still turned away from her.

“Why were you at my house a few days ago?”

Neither of them dared to move or breathe. Jungkook felt the doorknob growing warm by how hard he was gripping it. His mind was loud trying to run through believable lies.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jungkook lied, “try to get some rest.”

With that, he left not glancing back at all.

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Tired eyes stared at Namjoon waiting for the leader to dismiss the pack. It was nearing three in the morning and many questions were still left unanswered. Where did the rogue wolf come from? Is there more coming? Why did it appear in public so comfortably? Namjoon was particularly stressed because he felt like he was letting his pack down. He was the one that was supposed to have all the answers but this situation perplexed him as much as the other member.

“I think we should just be happy that the girls are okay,” Yoongi spoke out, exhausted and wanting nothing but to sleep, “we should all get some rest and figure it out tomorrow.”

Namjoon nodded at Yoongi as a thank you to which Yoongi replied with a slight tug of his lips. The members all got up grumbling in response to show their dissatisfaction with how the meeting left them with more concerns. Jungkook remained seated watching as Namjoon carefully approached Taehyung whose eyes had yet to shift back to their normal brown hue. He heard Namjoon tell Taehyung not to worry too much before patting him on the back and retreating to his room. There was so much noise around Jungkook of footsteps, doors being closed, goodnights being exchanged yet for some reason, he could hear her breaths she was taking as she was sleeping loud and clear. Soon it was just Jungkook and Taehyung left in the living room, both tired but unable to sleep. Taehyung let out a deep breath as he let his body drop onto their sofa, hands tucked behind his head and eyes staring at the ceiling. Jungkook leaned against the armchair he was situated in and dropped his head over the headrest, eyes closed trying to block out her breathing.

“How’s Jennie holding up?” Jungkook asked.

“She’ll be okay.” Taehyung replied.

“That’s good to hear.” Jungkook said, reciprocating Taehyung's flat tone.

No matter how hard Jungkook tried, his mind kept wandering over to her. He wondered what she was dreaming about or if she was dreaming at all. He wondered if she felt the way he did whenever they were near each other. At the end of the day it didn’t matter what he wondered because he knew that most of the things he felt about her was not his own doing. As long as he didn’t act on his primal instincts, wondering should be okay.

“It just doesn’t make sense.” Taehyung suddenly said.

Jungkook chuckled. The older one had a habit of talking to himself out loud and conjuring sentences that didn’t make sense.

“You and I were the only ones who knew that something was wrong.” Taehyung continued.

Jungkook didn’t reply, instead, let the older boy ramble. They were all used to Taehyung spewing nonsense. On some rare occasions however, they had gotten themselves out of some pretty sticky situations after translating some of Taehyung’s babbles.

“I know why I knew something was up but I wonder how you knew.” Taehyung pushed on.

Jungkook’s breath hitched in his throat. Taehyung was now upright, resting on his elbows looking at the youngest member with a sly smile.

“Jungkookie,” Taehyung sang and felt his smile grow bigger at the younger one’s irritation, “you found your mate.”

Taehyung didn’t flinch at all when Jungkook threw the closest thing near him across the room, not caring who it woke up. There was now a hole at the wall and the pack would give him an earful for destroying the tv remote tomorrow.

“Why are you hiding it? And why are you acting like such a piss baby?” Taehyung hammered on.

“I’m not hiding anything. I heard them from miles away.” Jungkook answered between gritted teeth.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and laughed, “You’re such a bad fucking liar.”

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up, Taehyung?” Jungkook growled, ready to rip out Taehyung’s throat.

The sound of something hitting the wall was heard from Yoongi’s room followed by him screaming, “Shut the fuck up!” Taehyung sighed and got up, shaking his head in the process. He approached the younger member not caring about Jungkook’s clenched fists or threatening demeanor.

“Don’t forget what happened to Namjoon before he knew it was too late.” Taehyung whispered, afraid that the leader could hear.

Jungkook lowered his gaze to the oak floors and watched Taehyung’s feet disappear from the living room going back to Jennie.

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It had been a few days since the attack. She was slowly gaining her strength back and all her wounds were healing in a miraculous pace thanks to all of Jin’s herbal creams. Jin had told her that the forest nearby was full of magical plant life that could cure any ailment. She was still debating whether or not she believed him because she heard him tell Jimin earlier to go eat a mouthful of mushrooms from the forest and die after he had teased Jin about something very miniscule.

She watched the pack and Jennie laugh through her bedroom window. They were all outside enjoying the fresh air. Jungkook and Hoseok were playing their own version of football while the rest were sitting on lawn chairs watching. Jennie was bundled up in multiple layers of clothing to keep warm while the boys were comfortable lounging in tshirts and shorts. She felt a small ache of jealousy in her heart. Jennie looked so at home and the pack seemed to regard her as one of their own. She wondered what it felt like to belong to a group and fully loved by so many people. She also felt silly for feeling jealous about Jennie’s Twilight life but damn what an exciting life Jennie had secretly been living. Once she was all healed up, she would return back to her mundane life and pretend like nothing from this week had ever happened. There was so much about this world she wanted to learn about now that she knew it was real. She found her eyes drifting over to Jungkook who was standing with his hands on his waist bullying Hoseok. His long black hair slightly sticking to his forehead from sweat and his eyes turning into crescent moons as he laughed made her stomach flip upside down. Jungkook was very easy to stare at and that was as close as she could get to him. She could never talk to him because he was never around and being too close to him made her body feel like it was on fire. Jungkook had some sort of effect on her that she had never felt before in her life. She had had boyfriends in the past but they had never made her skin flush and her stomach turn the way Jungkook did. She didn’t realize that the corners of her lips had turned up while admiring his features and her body leaned in closer to the window as if to take in as much as she possibly could meters away.

“How are you doing?” a voice behind her asks.

She tore her eyes away from Jungkook and turned around to see Mina standing by her door. Mina was so beautiful in every way. Her physical traits, her personality, her aura, everything. Like Jin, she was so comforting and soothing to be around.

“I’m doing a lot better thanks to you guys.” she answered, leaving the window and making her way around her bed.

Mina gave her a smile and entered her room. She watched Mina’s eyes go towards the window.

“Why aren’t you out there with them?” Mina asked, sitting next to her.

“Why aren’t you?” she asked back laughing when Mina sucked her teeth and nudged her ribcage.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a minute as she pondered how to answer Mina’s question.

“Honestly I just feel like an intruder,” she finally replies with a forced chuckle, “once I’m all healed up I will be out of all your guys’ hair!”

Mina shook her head and sighed.

“For the millionth time, you are not an intruder,” Mina calming voice filled her chest with a warm reassurance, “besides, I think there is someone who is very glad you’re here although it may not seem like it.”

She looked over at Mina who was staring at the wall in front of them. Although Mina didn’t say his name, she felt the butterflies in her stomach swarm. She felt like she was back in high school crushing on some boy she had never spoken to but had only seen glimpses of as he walked past her in the hallway.

“Who?” she asked curiously.

Mina got up, smoothing her skirt in the process before tousling the human’s hair.

“Whoever flashed in your brain just now is the one I’m talking about and the one you’ve been watching silently by your window over there.” Mina winked.

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As the week passed, her relationship with the pack grew stronger but her relationship with Jungkook grew stranger. She was now able to opnely joke with everyone else and felt at ease eating at the dinner table with the whole pack. With Jungkook however, their relationship was at the stage of seeing each other at the end of a hallway and then going the other way. Whenever she did have to come into contact with Jungkook, she noticed that Namjoon and Mina would watch them with a knowing look. Tonight, she volunteered to clean up after dinner and Nmajoon volunteered Jungkook who protested but was immediately shut down by the leader. The kitchen that was bustling with noise and laughter a few minutes ago was now quiet; the sound of dishes clanking together filling the awkward silence between them.

“You don’t have to help if you really don’t want to.” she said, keeping her eyes on the dishes she was washing.

“I really don’t want to but Namjoon would kill me.” Jungkook mumbled.

Jungkook was in charge of cleaning up the table which didn’t take too much time. He watched her wash the dishes and felt guilty when he saw how much she was struggling just lifting up plates with her arms that had only begun to heal. Jungkook may resent her but he wasn’t cruel. Watching her hands slightly shake as she picked up a pan further proved his point that humans get nothing in return with this whole mate thing. He would get stronger, his senses sharper and his instincts better while she would just remain…human.

“Why don’t you just dry the dishes and I wash them.” Jungkook sighed, finally making his way next to her.

She didn’t respond, only scooting over to make room for him. There was a strict boundary between the few centimetres separating the two of them. It would only take one of them turning around to cross the border that the both of them had silently set up. Jungkook filled his side of the sink up with warm water and poured as much dish detergent in there to mask her scent as much as possible. It took every inch of strength within his muscles to not brush his fingers against her hand. He felt like one of those weird high school boys who had just hit puberty and wanted nothing more but a hug from any female that would look his way. Jungkook’s body ached for any kind of physical contact with her but he wouldn’t allow it. As the days went by, Jungkook felt more and more drained. It was mentally and physically taxing fighting against his instincts when she was living under the same roof as him. It didn’t help that his heat was nearing either. There were times when he would give in and allow himself some sort of gratification through a quick glimpse of her or lingering in a spot that she had left to allow her scent to embed into his skin. With his heat just a week away, Jungkook’s fill of stares and smells turned into a sick hunger. He would go to bed and imagine the things he would do to her during his heat. He’d wonder what she tasted like and if she’d get sweeter and sweeter the longer he went down on her. He’d try to think of what she would sound like taking his full length and how pretty she’d look dripping his load down her thighs after he was done with her. Jungkook would wake up with a raging boner that wouldn’t go away for hours and then he would get angry. Angry at how his body was reacting to some bullshit fate and angry at her. As his body grew more weak and his mind more chaotic, he almost started to hate her.

She cleared her throat in attempts to get Jungkook’s attention and to break the silence.

“So um, Namjoon told me that you’re the youngest in the pack. What’s that like?” she asked.

Jungkook frowned, almost rolling his eyes at how stupid her question was. This was another reason having a human as a mate was so frustrating. Jungkook and her come from two very different worlds. Her world was simple: wake up, go to work, socialize, sleep and repeat. Whereas Jungkook’s world was full of things that humans had been trying to answer for centuries and never getting close to solving. Majority of them didn’t even know Jungkook’s world existed.

“I don’t understand your question.” Jungkook said, plopping a washed dish on her side of the sink to dry.

Her throat began to dry up and she began to feel embarrassed for even trying to start a conversation with Jungkook. He was such a tough one to crack but she knew by how he treated his pack that he was kind, warm and lively. He even seemed to treat Jennie like a sister. But when Jungkook interacted with her, it was like a whole new person; he was distant and untouchable. Jungkook seemed to avoid her like a plague and she didn’t know why. Living with his pack for a week has peeled back many layers of reality for her. For one, magical creatures from fairy tales exist and yesterday she saw Namjoon chant something at the moon before a glowing circle surrounded their house. Apparently it was a safety barrier Namjoon set up every night but she was too freaked out to ask anymore questions. Knowing the little bit of information she knew now, she knew that the way her body reacted around Jungkook was too intense for it to be one-sided. Biting the insides of her cheeks, she decided to try to converse with Jungkook one more time.

“I guess since wolves have a pack dynamic and every member has a role to play, I wonder what it’s like to be the youngest member of a pack is all.” she tried to smile.

“Are you equating us to wild animals?” Jungkook scoffed.

She dropped everything in her hands to face Jungkook with widened eyes, “What? No! I just thought it was similar. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

Jungkook mirrored her actions and turned to her. His body completely towering over hers and his amber eyes burning a hole through her head.

“You’ve only been here for a week. Keep your ignorance to yourself until you leave please.” Jungkook said through gritted teeth.

Her widened eyes from earlier now cold as she leaned closer to his face, the both of them ignoring the surge of electricity traveling through their body from her actions.

“You’re an asshole,” she said, almost hissing, “I’ve done absolutely nothing to warrant the way you’ve been treating me this whole week.”

She stepped away from him, not being able to handle the way his breath felt on her cheek. Her fists were clenched tightly against her body as she felt her anger begin to rise at the werewolf.

“And don’t worry, I’m leaving tonight. Thanks for your hospitality.” she instantly regretted saying what she did. She had no way of going home unless someone offered to drive her or call her an uber. She wouldn’t even know what to input as her location. Magical forest or Werewolf forest perhaps?

“You can’t leave tonight.” Namjoon’s voice spoke.

Both her and Jungkook jumped at the sudden sound of his presence. Namjoon was leaning against the fridge with his arms crossed. His jaw was clenched and his foot was tapping against the floor in an impatient beat. She felt her body relax at the sight of Namjoon. Throughout her time here, Namjoon had made her feel the most seen and safe. He willingly answered any questions she had and always made sure to include her in conversations during lunch or dinner time.

“Thank you for welcoming me into your home but I think I have worn out my stay here. I’m leaving tonight.” she was able to muster one last time before pushing past Namjoon to her bedroom. There was so much she wanted to say to Namjoon and the pack before she left and maybe never see them again. She’d deal with how to contact them in the future to thank them properly for taking care of her but right now, she needed to go.

“We leave you alone with her for 5 minutes and now she’s leaving.” Namjoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Jungkook shook his head as he stared at the empty spot she was just standing at. A part of him felt guilty for pushing her so far away but a bigger part of him almost felt relieved that she was leaving. He could finally sleep and breathe. What he did was wrong and maybe when he finally found a new mate, he would find her and apologize for his behavior in the future.

“Her choice. You always tell us to respect other people’s decisions.” Jungkook smiled smugly despite knowing the tightline he was walking with Namjoon.

“Unless it is a decision that is harmful to themselves or others.” Namjoon snapped back. The leader grinded his teeth when Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“She’ll be fine. One of us will drive her home or whatever.” Jungkook sighed, wanting Namjoon’s holier than thou attitude to leave him alone.

Jungkook knew he had fucked up when he saw Namjoon take a deep breath and smile fondly at him. The leader approached him and placed both his hands on Jungkook’s shoulder, shaking his body slightly in almost a playful way.

“You’re right Jungkook! She’ll be okay because of the safety barrier I’ve put up these past nights. What are the barriers for again?” Namjoon asked, keeping a sickly sweet smile on his face.

Jungkook felt his chest tighten up. He had forgotten.

“Rogue wolves…” Jungkook answered in a hush when he remembered.

“Yes, rogue wolves. Their numbers the highest during this quarter of the moon. But she’ll be safe-oh wait! The barrier only stretches so far and she lives in the fucking city.” Namjoon’s face now dark and his grip on Jungkook’s shoulder tightening.

“And what do rogue wolves like the most, Jungkook?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook refused to answer because he would have to tell the truth about her. Instead, he turned his head to face away from the leader.

“Her body is still weak and if she leaves tonight, she’ll die. Unless you’re willing to stay at her house day and night for a week to protect her from the rogues because what do they like the most Jungkook?” Namjoon asked, his voice harsh.

Jungkook’s eyes lowered to the ground, his shoulders falling alongside his gaze.

“Unclaimed mates.” Jungkook finally answered in a whisper.

“Get up there, apologize and stop her from leaving.” Namjoon pushed Jungkook’s body slightly before releasing his hold.

“She’s leaving? Why?”

Jungkook turned to a new voice entering the kitchen before groaning. By the kitchen’s entryway stood a scared looking Jennie and a jackass looking Taehyung.

“Why is she leaving?” Jennie asked again, worried eyes darting back and forth between Jungkook and Namjoon.

“No she’s…not. I have to um, I have to go talk to her.” Jungkook cleared his throat pushing past all three bodies and resisting the urge to punch the grin off Taehyung’s face.

She ignored the faint knocking on her door and continued to layer up as much as she could. She knew her plan was stupid but it was the only option that would allow her to leave without stirring up any conflict. She would leave while everyone was sleeping, walk through the forest until she reached a highway or a familiar location and call an uber. When she arrived home, she’d text Jennie and apologize for leaving abruptly before turning off her phone and sleeping until the next year.

She breathed a sigh of relief when the knocking finally stopped. “I’m just going to open the door.” Jungkook’s voice said from behind the door.

She froze as she watched the doorknob slowly turned. As the door opened, she braced herself for anymore shit he would spew at her only to reveal a defeated version of the spiteful man from earlier. Her eyes narrowed trying to figure out what he wanted as he closed the door behind him. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed, Jungkook kept his gaze focused on her neck. When he found that doing that made the lewd images in his mind that he usually formed at night to emerge, he decided suck it up and just make eye contact. The moment they locked eyes, he felt an ache in his chest so extreme he almost clutched his heart. Her eyes were flooded with tears and her face flushed indicating that she had been crying. Whether they were tears of anguish or anger, it made him feel physical pain.

"This mate thing is going to fucking kill me soon." Jungkook thought.

He didn't have time to process this new feeling or get angry how much control he was losing over his own body. He needed to convince her to stay for just a little longer. After a minute of silence, Jungkook finally spoke.

"Do you know what a mate is?" he asked, too stubborn to apologize.

She sighed and sat down on the corner of her bed, far away from him. She leaned back against her hands and stared at the ceiling, too exhausted to think.

"Kind of." she simply answered, not wanting to elaborate.

Jungkook looked out her window. The sun was just starting to set and they had a few more hours until Namjoon's safety barrier was needed.

"Let's go for a little walk. We have some things to talk about." Jungkook said.

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our beloved summer | jjk (masterpost)

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— pairing: music producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader

— genre: (inspired by the kdrama our beloved summer), exes to lovers, fluff, angst, eventual smut. there will be individual warnings for each part.

— summary: You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after five years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

— word count: (n/a)

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‘tis your throne | jjk

➳ pairing: rich!jungkook x f!reader

➳ genre: established relationship, pwp, smut, explicit.

➳ summary: you thought that it’s your seat. but no, according to jungkook, ‘tis your throne.

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➳ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~4K

➳ warnings: language, explicit sexual content, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, nipple play, oral sex (f! & m! receiving), fingering, dirty talking, rough sex, pet names, unprotected sex (be safe people!!), over stimulation, multiple orgasms (f! receiving), big d*ck!jungkook, squirting, cream-pie — this is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent jungkook in any way!

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➳ a/n: hi, i’m back after decades lmao! since jungkook has been ‘no more buttons’ lately; I wrote another impulsive pwp! thank you so much @starlightauroras-main for beta reading and editing! ily so much uwu (≧▽≦)!! a big thanks to @jaeism for making me this beautiful banner ily mwah mwah ♥!!

Jungkook steps out of the elevator, sighing out of relief. He’s finally home after another hectic day; and even though he’s exhausted, his steps are fast, taking him to the door of his luxury condo. A familiar rush of happiness makes his heart thrum in his chest. He can’t wait to see a very special certain someone. He can’t wait to get lost in the feeling of his love, the light of his life.

“Sweetheart?” Jungkook’s searching voice snaps you back to reality. Pleasantly surprised, you step back from the mirror. He’s home already? Admiring your figure in the beautiful, lace lingerie one last time, you head towards the closet, your heels clicking against the tiled floor.

“Baby? Aren’t you home?” His honeyed voice wraps you up in a comforting daze.

You hurriedly put on a dress shirt to cover yourself, finally gathering yourself and answering him, “Coming!”

Running fingers through your messy and untamed hair, you close the bedroom door behind you. You walk out in the spacious living space, excitement bubbling up in your chest. You spot him on the couch, a glass of his old faithful scotch on the table in front of him as he frowns at his laptop screen.

After hesitating for a bit, you take a seat right beside him. A soft smile curves Jungkook’s mouth upwards, his right hand automatically taking a hold of your thigh. You wrap your arms around his waist in return, resting your chin on his shoulder. Moments of comfortable silence stretches, and you enquire, your eyes fixed on him, “What is it?”

He shakes his head in response, squeezing your thigh gently. “It’s nothing love. Don’t worry.”

Not convinced at all, you hold his chin firmly, making his gaze shift to you instead. “Are you sure?”

With a heavy sigh, he closes the laptop wearily. Knowing very well that he’s stressed, you run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp in hopes of helping him. Jungkook melts under your touch, turning around to bury his face in the softness of your chest. You drop a chaste kiss on his forehead, feeling complete.

“What would I do without you, y/n?” he hums, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes fondly.

You peck his lips, touching your foreheads together. “Probably you’ll age faster with all the stress and be lonely.”

You suppress your giggle, earning an eye roll from him. Settling you on his lap, he slaps your butt teasingly. “You had to go there, didn’t you?” You barely manage to hold your laugh, struggling to keep silent. But, Jungkook seems to be far away from the conversation suddenly, his eyes now drinking you in slowly.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath, his fingers gently tracing the border of your panties over the shirt. “Why are you wearing this today?”

You shrug. “I was just trying on random stuff the whole evening. After wearing this, I didn’t really feel like discarding them… so I just kept it on.”

He nods thoughtfully, bunching up the shirt around your waist to grab you. “Good thing that you kept this on. Can’t wait until all of these will be showcased on our bedroom floor.” His voice is husky and playful, and you feel his bulge growing against your core, your teeth instinctively sinking on the soft flesh of your lower lip.

Jungkook cups your cheek, pulling you closer to capture your lips in a slow, languid kiss. He nibbles on your lower lip, coaxing you to open up to him. You let out a gasp and his tongue finds yours, a pleasant shiver running down your spine as he caresses your sides. A moan escapes you when he starts grinding his hips with yours, a low growl vibrating in his throat.

Out of breath, you pull away first, your pupils dilated from wild desire. He tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, throwing you a devilish grin. Unsure of what he’s about to do, you lean into his touch, purring.

“Jungkook!” You screech, suddenly turned upside down as he throws you over his shoulder swiftly, carrying you to the bedroom. A rough slap across your right ass cheek makes you whimper, and you can swear that there’s a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Once inside, he gently places you down.

Just as you’re about to go off on him, he pushes you up against the wall to your surprise, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Oh!” You mewl out, losing all your power to his ministrations. He nibbles on your earlobe, his gaze locking with yours.

“You’ll remember only me once I’m done with you, love. Just me and how I make you feel.” The determined tone of his voice and hunger evident in his honey brown orbs are proof of just how serious he is about his plans.

“Is that so?” You make sure to flutter your eyelashes in the end, the words rolling smoothly off your tongue.

Jungkook is sure he has seen every shade of the very wide range of your smiles, but the smug grin painted on your lips right now is something else entirely. He looks at you transfixed, unable to act on his sinful thoughts. You are more than capable, though.

You push him away, walking slowly towards the luxurious king-size bed. Your hips sway to an enchanting melody only your mind knows. With a graceful twirl, you fall on the sheets, inviting Jungkook with your index finger and irresistible, lustful eyes. He lazily strides up to the bed, sizing you up and down. Just a moment later, he’s towering over you, waiting for the next move.

A teasing spectacle begins to unwind — you start undressing yourself, your every motion frustratingly slow. You kick your heels off, while your fingers pull your dress shirt up to peel off the tights, spreading your legs slightly with feet pressed against Jungkook’s chest. His strong hands, ludicrously eager to touch you, move the sheer material down delicately, letting it fall on the floor. His mouth instantly glues to the bare skin of your ankle, peppering tender kisses up your leg without breaking eye contact.

Like a tulip blooming beneath the warm sunlight, you gently caress your bare thighs under his gaze, the elevation of your breaths making him smile. You can feel your skin tingling for his touch, the urge to have him almost too much to bear. He leans down to nuzzle your inner thighs, a jolt of electricity spreading goosebumps over your skin.

You finally divest yourself of your sheer white dress shirt, noticing the newfound hunger in Jungkook’s gaze scanning your barely clothed silhouette. The smirk crossing your face matches his as you pull down the straps of your bra, letting your breasts jump out of the cups. His pants suddenly become unbearably tight. Soon it becomes apparent that there’s a certain rush required...

Impatient, he peels off your lace thong, the delicate material flying away somewhere in the room. He leans in to kiss you, your legs automatically curling around his waist.

“I can’t believe that I get to see this piece of art whenever I want.” Jungkook whispers between hard, long kisses, his hands massaging your breasts. You gasp, pulling on his purple strands of hair as he starts to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. Wet heat gathers in your core, his mouth sucking on your collarbones.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, y/n.” His hot breath fans over your erected nipples. You moan wantonly, throwing back your head in pleasure when he finally wraps his lip around a sensitive bud, his tongue eagerly licking on it. His left hand occupies itself with your other breast, rolling and pinching the nipple. He groans, biting you softly when you pull a bit too hard onto his hair, a strangled whimper leaving you.

You try to buck up your hips against his, seeking friction between you two. Jungkook stops immediately, looking up to see your current state — a writhing mess. With a gentle bite on your nipple, he leaves your chest, a questioning look in his eyes. “What do you want me to do, baby?”

You whine in protest, trying to pull him down on you. But he’s much stronger – only giving you a sly grin. Desperate for his touch, you grab his hand, guiding it between your legs, just where you want it. But he takes his hand away, demanding, “Tell me, y/n. Tell me what you want.”

With a shaky breath, you whisper, “I need you to touch my clit, please.”

As a coy smile plays on his lips, he lets his finger trail down your belly, approaching your slit. Jungkook stops right before the swollen nub, chuckling at your whine. “Please.” You lift your ass, hoping that his hand will slide down as a result. But, he pushes your hips down, his voice low, “Behave, sweets.”

Watching your puppy dog eyes, he sighs. You know his weak spots. With one last look, he nestles himself between the warm cocoon of your thighs. You clutch onto the bedsheet, knowing very well what’s about to happen. “So eager for me.” The heated words puff against your core and you squirm.

He gently thumbs the sensitive bundle of nerves, coaxing a soft whimper from you. Increasing the pressure on it sometimes, he enjoys the sounds you make in response. He gently nips your inner thigh, one of your hands flying to his long hair. Jungkook kisses your clit before starting to suck on it. “Please… That’s… ” You choke out, his adept tongue stimulating you further.

“That’s what?” You can feel his smile against your skin. Inhaling sharply, you say, “That feels so good.” His teeth drag on the nub, making you scream, “Jungkook!”

Jungkook knows he looks just as wrecked as you, his eyes fixed on your hazy ones and his hair tousled from your tugging.

In a massive surge of desire, he extracts himself from you to get rid of the problematic fabrics on his body. With his hungry gaze on you, he flings both his underwear and pants off. Your smile widens at the bold initiative; and you sit up to reach for his shirt, unbuttoning it. Your eyes fall on his erection, the glorious size of it bobbing lazily. Gingerly, you let your hand skim the lines of his chiseled abs, inching closer to his cock.

“Later.” Jungkook whispers, grabbing your wrist before it can reach him. He pushes you down on the bed, towering over your small form. It seems like he’s back to admiring your naked body, his eyes roaming all over you.

“You’re all fucking mine.” The material of his shirt slid off his shoulders with a tug, leaving both of you in the raw.

Every time he sees you naked feels like the first time, even though he’s known every inch of your body by heart – touched it, licked it, kissed it, sucked it, memorized it. Nevertheless, he can’t get enough. His jaw drops every single time he’s met with your mesmeric curves.

So he just stands there, like the fool he is for you, examining you with his wild brown eyes as if he is comparing you with a fantasy, holding his urge on a leash. You stare back at him, your eyes alight with similar fascination and tenderness – now slightly overshadowed by something more primal.

In the blink of an eye you are all over each other again, rolling around the bed with lips melting in a fervent kiss and curious fingers uncovering one another’s mysteries. The cold weather outside seems a distant world away as the heat between you magnifies with every shared breath.

Jungkook’s greedy lips quickly follow down your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the way. The sweet distinctive trace of vanilla on your blazing skin befuddles all his senses, but he doesn’t allow that weakness to hinder his primary mission.

“Jungkook…” A sharp moan escapes your mouth at the sensation of his tongue closing around the soft spot behind your ear. His hands take care of your shaking body, his rock hard cock resting against your navel.

The journey soon continues; his hands slowly heading towards your core, driving you absolutely insane with even the tiniest movement. He’s partially stunned by how responsive you are to his touch, how your body reacts just the way he wants it to.

He dips his index finger into your warmth, groaning as he feels your juices coating him. “Fuck. You’re dripping wet, sweets.”

He doesn’t even have to send a proper request – you open yourself willingly, spreading your legs wide. But Jungkook just smirks roguishly in response, shaking his head.

“I have another idea.” He kisses you one last time and flips you two over, leaving you flabbergasted and gawking at his manhood standing tall for special attention. “Come here.”

You do as you are told, using your elbows to straighten up before straddling him. He bites his lip in silent frustration when your soaked folds wet his member, gliding up his length. The hiss he let out disappears into your mouth when you throw yourself at him with a passionate, all-consuming kiss. His hands grab your hips possessively, forcing you to move forward.

“Closer.” He mutters, kissing your jaw.

Unaware of his intentions, you blink confusedly. But that sly smile dancing on his face quickly reminds you how good of a player Jeon Jungkook is. And always such a giver.

You kiss the tip of his nose and rise up, moving all the way up, until you’re settled directly above his mouth.

“Is this my seat?” Your voice is nothing but a whisper, dripping with anticipation.

“'tis your throne, love.”

Jungkook doesn’t offer you a chance to answer – he lowers your hips, guiding your entrance straight onto his mouth. You teeter at the contact, hands reaching blindly for the bed frame, while his firm grip on your body keeps you in place.

He gives you no chance to recover – his tongue begins teasing your clit, every flick deliberate and exhilarating, setting your body on fire. Your hips roll to the rhythm of his skillful ministrations, begging for more friction.

The bed frame serves its purpose perfectly, your knuckles turning numb from the pressure of gripping for steadiness. You bite your cheek, trying to muffle the moans escaping your mouth. But how can you stay silent when he’s sucking you so good? You are about to let the whole neighborhood know that you’re riding Jeon Jungkook’s face.

His mouth doubles the effort, driving you higher and higher. As pleasure rips through you, you feel how exposed you are without his steadying arms wrapped around you. You instinctively reach for your breasts, squeezing them as hard as you can, floating through the orgasm with frenzied moans spilling out your lips.

Jungkook takes in every nuance of you – the way your body flexes on him, eyes half shut by the ecstatic feeling, your breasts aquiver, beads of sweat rolling down your skin and that sweet, sweet taste. You are spectacular and he is determined to keep you on the high wave.

Much to your surprise, Jungkook continues lashing at your clit after you fall apart. The overwhelming heat keeps on spurring you, making your knees quiver.

“Jungkook!” You yelp, not sure if it’s a cry of relish or call for help. It doesn’t stop him, though. His tongue sweeps your cunt relentlessly while his thumb rubs your oversensitive clit.

But you have to get his attention. “Jungkook, wait!”

He stops, utterly concerned, holding your shaking thighs. Before he manages to ask what’s wrong, you speak up again, your velvet voice faltering as you beam with satisfaction.

“I have an idea.”

Jungkook loosens up the grip on you and watches with piqued interest as you spin around just to nestle on top of him, with your cute bum landing right in front of his face. You send him a sultry look over your shoulder, take his cock in your soft hands and give him a few powerful strokes.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to–”

The sentence is cut in the middle when your tongue twirls around his tip, pulling his length deep in your mouth. His hands land on your ass, seeking for something to grip tight as your excellent work sends a visceral thrill through his whole body. He can’t see you, but he can feel you struggling to take him all in. But you’re no quitter – a paralyzing warmth takes over his body a few moments later. His hips buck up slightly to meet your mouth, your head moving sluggishly up and down his throbbing cock. For a split second, you completely blow his mind.

In an instant, Jungkook gathers himself and gently brings you closer in one swift movement. His mouth dives into your pussy again, eliciting a strangled moan as you squirm on top of him.

When he slips two fingers to join his tongue, you stop dead in your tracks, falling forward, choking on his cock that hits your throat. He can feel every muscle on your body tensing at the additional friction. You moan loudly around his length, sending vibrations through him. He groans, his tongue ravishing your slit. The pace of his fingers slow down ever so slightly, in rhythm with your pulsating cunt.

Riding out the high, you want to return the favor. Jungkook will cum with you too. Porn made it all look so easy and nonchalant, but it’s truly arduous. How are you supposed to pay all your attention to sucking his girth, When you’re already so close to your 2nd orgasm? He knows how to draw out the pleasure from you.

As your body breaks out in exhilarating shivers, you set your furious focus on his cock. Your head bobs up and down, tongue and hand working his length up tirelessly in an unsteady, yet powerful manner. Your dedication is greeted with a few muffled moans and an additional digit teasing your entrance as a reward. It’s definitely not a race, but feeling his tongue and fingers plunging deep into your core, you finally realize Jungkook obviously plans to completely demolish you. And you are slowly giving in.

The air fills with obscene slippery sounds and quiet humming on both sides – the obvious proof of immense pleasure building up. Despite your ecstasy-fueled exhaustion, you keep your pace, tongue and fingers working earnestly to push him over the edge. Your moans and whimpers get louder soon, your walls squeezing him as you feel his cock throbbing in your mouth.

Maybe it’s a race after all. Maybe the fervor of your movements match your dedication to each other.

You sense the release is close. You feel it deep inside your core, as Jungkook’s dynamic licking and rubbing paralyzes you with blissful shivers. Your mouth stills around his member, your whole body trembling as you cum again. In a flash, you collapse on him with absolute pleasure, unable to move for a long while, basking in the afterglow. Jungkook slows down, gently licking each drop you offered, prolonging the pleasure.

When you finally have the power to extract your mouth from his cock and sit up, you notice that he’s still rock hard. Your saliva makes the veins glisten, and you almost feel bad for failing to make him cum.

“Sweets? Are you okay?” His hand rubs your back soothingly, concern laced with his voice. You nod, slowly turning around to finally meet his gaze, his frown melting into a soft smile. One blink and you’re on your back again, his body covering yours as he peppers your face with kisses.

“Jungkook!” You mewl, his chin slick from your essence. He grunts in response, his cock sliding along your slit. “I want you.” He states, his tip right on your entrance, waiting for your confirmation.

“Fuck me, then. Take me now.”

Without any hesitation, he enters you with a hefty push, filling you up in a way you’ve never experienced before. Maybe it’s because you’re overly sensitive, or maybe because you just tried something new with him… you don’t know. You hear the hitch of his breath once he hits the hilt, a desperate moan escaping you.

You are perfectly accustomed to his size somehow. But you didn’t expect this all-consuming, almost agonizing feeling of fullness before even he is pounding you. A series of vehement whimpers escape your mouth without your permission. Your chest heaves as you struggle to control your breathing.

Jungkook immediately notices the unconcealable shift in your demeanor. He cups your cheek, slowly pulling out of you.

“Baby, is everything all right?” He whispers, his voice full of concern. “Do you want me to stop?”

You instinctively grab his hand and lock your body on him with an inaudible cry, every word a torture. “I want you inside.”

He nods, relieved, pulling you as close as it is humanly possible. Your head lolls back, resting comfortably on the pillow so you can glance at him between the fits of passion. You two exchange a blithe smile, reflecting the dizzying sensation of each other’s presence. Jungkook’s lips brushes over your forehead in a sweet kiss just as he begins moving inside of you.

He starts off slow, pulling in and out as gently as he can, keeping you cradled in his protective arms. Your previous remark proves to be right – you are insanely tight and lubricated, your scent and unrestrained moans only adding to his arousal. He knows he won’t last long.

“Harder, please.” You whimper, your nails digging into his back, sure to leave marks that’ll be visible for the upcoming days. He willingly complies, deepening his thrusts, setting a merciless pace. The sound of slapping flesh punctuated by your heavy breathing and pleasure vocalizes in the most indecent way.

Everything is Jungkook – he invades all your senses, emptying your mind, leaving nothing but his name. You can feel the thunder of your heart pounding against your chest; his hands mindlessly roaming over your curves as you remain trapped in his strong embrace. His fingers sneak up to your clit, rubbing you with expert precision while his cock keeps on ravishing you. You are mere seconds away from yet another orgasm, unable to communicate in any form other than shameless moaning.

His deafening groans get more desperate, thrusts slower and rigid, his fingers pleasuring you frantically.

You double over the edge soon, screaming out his name in pure pleasure. Jungkook ruts his hips harder, getting closer to his release. But, on the other hand, something carnal starts building up in your body, your vision blacking out as suddenly you feel a flow of warm liquid running down your thighs. Jungkook curses, “Fuck baby. Fuck! Look at you squirting, a freaking goddess.”

You could only purr in response, your addled brain unable to register anything else. He growls out loud, the feeling of your inner walls clenching around him along with the hot liquid of your squirt on his stomach too much to handle. With a final sloppy thrust, he chokes out a groan of your name, thick ropes of his cum spilling inside you. Completely spent, he falls over your body, your bodies a tangled mess of each other.

Once you both have recovered and cleaned up the mess; Jungkook pulls you into his arms, sighing contentedly. You draw random patterns on his chest with your finger while he strokes your hair. The comfortable domestic silence prolongs, until Jungkook speaks up again.

“Was I too hard on you today?” He tilts your chin, his eyes gentle. For a moment you lose yourself in the warmth of his eyes…

“Not at all, I – enjoyed it.” You smile softly, lowering your head. He touches his forehead with yours, his lips just a breath away from you.

“I love you. So fucking much.” He squeezes you in his arms, kissing you gently on the lips. You hum appreciatively, sighing.

“I love you too, Jungkook.” You two share an endearing, personal smile that’s reserved for each other. Burying your face in his chest, you listen to his steadying heartbeat and slowly drift off to a peaceful sleep.

the end ♥

author’s notes: 💌

thank you so much for reading bubs! hopefully you enjoyed this shenanigan of mine hehe 🙈! reblogs are highly appreciated 🥺💕! also leave your feedback if you want to 🥺❣️uwu! I’ve never written pwps this long before so lemme know! I hope I did it correctly ✨

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