JAMAIS VU | OT7 PART 1

TORN VEIL - JJK

↬ getting married at five months pregnant probably wasn’t the best idea you had, and as expected; one minor setback and you felt like everything was falling apart.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 1.8k

warnings/tags — married!au, softdom!jk, sub!reader, reader is pregnant, crying, very domestic, cute pet names, jungkook is a simp, lots of sweet talk, mood swings, explicit smut, titties, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), penetrative sex, fucking whilst reader is pregnant (it’s safe guys don’t worry), a little dirty talk, overall quite soft :( <3

a/n: i have never been so APPALLED by my work in my life, but it’s been a while since i posted so here you go ☝️☹️

You were stuck in your bridal suite alone, makeup and hair all done up and intending to change into your creme gown for the reception, but you were sat there crying in your wedding dress. At this point, you didn’t care about ruining your makeup, or staining your fine mesh dress.

You’d torn your veil a couple minutes before the ceremony, so you had to walk down the aisle wearing a ripped veil, and that seemed to just push you to break down into tears the moment you were alone.

It was the only thing you could control. You had to press pause on your dream wedding dress since your baby bump would’ve restricted you from wearing anything that could potentially harm the baby. And heels; you could barely walk in your flats, there was no way you could handle walking down the aisle in heels.

Your first call for help was Jungkook, and without a second thought, he was there, his heart swelling at the sight of you in your gown. He’d already seen you in the dress but every time his eyes landed on you, it’d be like the first time all over again.

You looked absolutely stunning, he just needed a moment to drink it all in, but it didn’t take too long for him to notice you crying.

“Baby, why the tears?” he pouts, immediately kneeling beside you as you looked down at your dampening dress, sniffling and avoiding his eyes.

Jungkook sets his index finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, “Look up, my love. Tell me what happened.”

“My veil tore,” your voice breaks, reaching over to grab the hem of your mesh veil, showing him the hole that had been created where the material got caught in a splinter of wood. “And it ruined the whole ceremony,” you sob, removing the veil from your head and setting it aside.

Jungkook couldn’t even begin to explain how wrong you were. You looked like an absolute Goddess, an angel he was lucky enough to have been graced with.

The love of his life.

Seeing you cry on such a special day left his heart wrenching, and he vowed to make you see exactly what he saw in you.

And if that took the whole day, then so be it.

“Y/N,” he starts, gently taking your hands in his and urging you stand up with him, and you did, simply having no strength to refuse.

“You, my love, are the most beautiful woman to have ever stepped foot on this planet, and I will keep saying that to you over and over again,” Jungkook says softly, guiding you to stand in front of the body-length mirror which you had no intention to look at.

“Eyes up front,” he suddenly says, his voice having dropped several octaves from earlier on and that certainly woke you up, forcing you to look straight ahead at your reflection; your nose had turned slightly red from all the sniffling and your tear-stained cheeks had caused your makeup to become a little patchy, but that was the least of your worries.

Jungkook was stood directly behind you, his fingers softly tracing up and down the skin of your bare arms, knowing it would soothe you.

He leans down to place a tender kiss in crook of your neck, his eyes trailing up to meet your reflection. “Look at yourself and tell me you’re not the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your eyes narrow in on your body, and you shook your head, “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

Jungkook sighs, pulling his head away from your neck and settling his hands on your hips, “Y/N, you could rock up to the reception in a bin bag and I’ll still think you’re the most beautiful being in the world.”

Your lips form a pout and you shake your head again, refusing to accept any of his sweet talk and nudging him away from you. You inhale sharply and lightly dab your fingers under your eyes, absorbing the tears threatening to fall. “It doesn’t help the fact that I’m pregnant and couldn’t even fit into my wedding dress,” you mumble, reaching your hand behind your back to pull down the awfully tight zipper of your dress.

“Pregnant or not, you’re the woman of my dreams,”he fires back at you, but you weren’t listening, struggling to pull the zip down your back and Jungkook arches a brow. “You need some help?”

Having a baby bump wasn’t doing you any justice. You got out of breath quicker and eventually gave up trying to pull the zip down, and your husband chuckles softly, reaching out for the zipper and seamlessly pulling it down your spine slowly so as to not cause any damages to your dress.

You opted to go braless for the day, just to make it a little easier to fit into your dress and accentuate the upper half of your body, assisting the ‘plunge’ of your dress.

The amount of tears in your eyes would lessen and soon you stopped crying, deciding you’d be wasting your time dwelling on a silly veil that you’d only wear once in your life.

The dress had loosened around your curves, giving you enough room to breath and you didn’t even notice your body rocking against Jungkook, head falling back over his shoulder as you let out a relaxed sigh and he was quick to snake his hand over your waist, gently resting on your pelvis.

“You can’t fall asleep on me, love, we have a reception to attend to,” he whispers, pulling the strap of your dress down your shoulders to give you a little more breathing room.

Jungkook looked straight into the mirror, watching the front of your dress slowly detach itself from your body, revealing your swelling tits that sat perfectly on its own and Jungkook swore he felt himself growing hard behind you, and it did not go unnoticed.

The fact that your dress was falling off your body was the least of your concerns, not when Jungkook’s boner was pressed against the small of your back, making you smile. You open your eyes and look up at your husband, who was clenching his jaw in a bid to control himself.

“What’s wrong, Kook?” You were quite obviously messing with him, knowing exactly what the issue was and Jungkook hated how easily you could switch up, especially whilst you were pregnant.

“Nothing, come on, let’s get you into the other dress,” he says dismissively, about to turn away from you, but you grab his hands, forcing him to glue his palms over the soft flesh of your tits whilst he stood behind you, pressing a little too hard against your backside.

Jungkook had to resist the urge to groan, the gears in his wrist moving on their own as he grasped onto your tits, kneading them between his palms as he inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla in your hair, the scent itself fogging his mind.

Your breathing had quickened in the span of two minutes and your wedding dress had pooled at your ankles leaving you bare, with nothing but a simple lace garter adorning your left thigh, which caught your husbands eye.

“I don’t see the point of the garter,” he mumbles, nibbling at your neck, “You’re not exactly the purest of them all, are you?” he questions, indirecting your hormonal tendencies. The pad of his fingers would brush over your sensitive nipples, hardening under his touch as he groaned to himself.

“But you look like an angel,” he whispers breathlessly, trailing his hands over the surface of your baby bump, rubbing small circles over your skin. “And I know our little angel will look exactly like her mother.. isn’t that right, my love?”

You nod rapidly, his hands moving a little too fast, already making home between your legs to catch a feel of your soiled panties.

“Already so wet, huh?” Jungkook shifts your white lace panties to the side to coat his fingers in your slick, gently smearing the substance over your sensitive pussy as you tried your hardest to stop your legs from shuddering.

Your pregnancy introduced you to a whole lot of different pheromones and emotions, one of them being; horny at the most unprecedented times. You were lucky to have a husband like Jungkook, who’d literally drop whatever he was doing to tend to your needs, whether it be a short, sweet fuck with his tongue or a soft and subtle fuck with his fingers.

With the way you were feeling right now, neither of the two would be enough.

You needed something more.

“—Want your cock, Kook…” you whine, and Jungkook didn’t know what was beating harder; his heart or his dick.

Fucking in a bridal suite seemed unconventional, but your husband knew never to keep a pregnant woman waiting, so he retracted his hands from between your legs to quickly undo the expensive belt keeping his black dress pants intact.

“You sure you can take it?” Jungkook was concerned about you and the baby, but the doctor did say that sex would heal any problems you were facing during your pregnancy, ranging from contractions, mood swings and more.

You knew your body well more than anyone, so when the bulging tip of his cock would press against your sopping wet cunt, you’d immediately push back onto him, allowing his cock to slip into you with some struggle, but Jungkook was quick to take initiative and carefully steady the base of his cock further into you, eliciting a sharp gasp to fall from your lips.

Your hormones were at an all time high, so Jungkook moving only the slightest would erupt a wave of pleasure over your body.

Jungkook was being cautious with his thrusts, taking his time to fit the expanse of his thick cock within your tight walls and feeling you clench around him uncontrollably. With how hard you were gripping around him, you could’ve easily forced him to cum right then and there, but he held himself back.

“Shit, I knocked you up and you’re still so fucking tight?” he seethes, pressuring his hips to pick up the pace, yet being as gentle as possible to not hurt you or the precious baby sitting in your womb.

Your back was leaning against his firm chest, hands gripping his wrists for stability as your body grew limp in his hold.

It’d been so long since you felt him inside you; so raw and intimate, even Jungkook was basking in the swell of your cunt, thrusting himself in and out of you and muttering a string of curses under his breath so as to not attract any attention from anyone outside of the suite.

“My pretty wife always has time for cock, doesn’t she?” he taunts you, looking down at your fucked state; cheeks flushed red and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“M— more, Koo.. I can take it.”

God, you were so fucking cute all high and horny, Jungkook couldn’t deny you of your wants.

“I’ll give you everything and more, angel.”

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“I’d so take you down in a riff off.”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.9K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here we have Yoongi and Kid getting a little too wrapped up in each other in front of a few of their friends. It’s just a little bit of pda among friends, it’s cute, they’re embarrassed, I hope you like it <3 this fic features Jin x Poopsie (oc girlfriend) Namjoon x Daisy (oc girlfriend), and Jungkook. (There’s also a reference to an early min/kid fic <3 I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

p.s. Happy birthday @aurorassadprosee​! I love you the most <3 

Ever since you’d met Yoongi, your apartment started feeling like what you assumed home was meant to feel like. Warm and comforting, vibrant and full of life; safe. Before Yoongi, the walls of your apartment acted as a barrier, fencing the outside world and its possibilities out. With Yoongi, however, the walls began providing security, protecting the sanctity of your new shared life, the life you had fallen deeply in love with.

This particular night, you did not miss how the feeling of belonging intensified with the friendly and now familiar faces occupying the living room. As their voices filled the space, you glanced from person to person, appreciating each of Yoongi’s friends. They were honestly the greatest people you’d ever met, making you wonder what you did in a past life to gain the privilege of loving Yoongi and all of his friends. Well, your friends now too.

“What about Pitch Perfect?” Jin’s girlfriend proposed amid a debate over which movie you all should watch.

The suggestion was met with an eye roll from Namjoon, your eyes catching the gesture and immediately making you scoff. “Namjoon,” you started, raising your eyebrows in judgment. “Don’t tell me you don’t like Pitch Perfect.”

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“Your tattoos are hot.”

jimin x reader (oc) genre: fluff; suggestive word count: 1.9K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I was thinking about how Hobi revealed that while the boys are just hanging together with take out, Jimin sits there in nothing but his underwear. And then! I was thinking about how much I love Jimin’s tattoos. And it resulted in this. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

Looking over the various plastic take out containers scattered across the coffee table, you practically salivated over all the options you and your boyfriend ordered. You were a simple couple at the end of the day, loving nothing more than sitting in the living room and eating copious amounts of take away while existing in each other’s presence. Content with your spread, you took your seat on the sofa, instantly melting into its plushness.

However, as your gaze meandered over the food once again, you realized the rice wasn’t among the multiple side dishes. “Shit,” you mumbled, looking at the couch cushion that had just welcomed your form, before directing your gaze toward the kitchen. “Hey, Chim?” you called out to your boyfriend who you could hear rummaging around the room. He hummed in response with the sound of the refrigerator door shutting. “Can you bring the rice in? I must have left it on the counter,” you told him, coating your tone in sweet helplessness. “And I just sat down,” you whined, pointing out the fact that you couldn’t simply get up from the couch to get it yourself.  

Within a few seconds, your boyfriend rounded the corner, entering the living area with one hand carrying a bottle of wine by the neck, his other palm balancing the container of rice. “We must have rice!” He noted cheerily as he approached you. Damn near naked.

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“We have terrible luck with picnics.”

seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff; suggestive word count: 3.3K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I’ve always been obsessed with Jin, this is nothing new, it’s not a secret, but lately this man has been taking over!!! So here’s a little something spicier in which Jin and reader/Poopsie just can’t seem to control their desire for each other while they’re supposed to be picking strawberries. Jin and Poopsie can’t seem to have a picnic without it being interrupted by rain- but they don’t seem to mind that too much either. Oh, and Hobi and Petal make an appearance. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :)) 

Looking up to the sky, you observed how the dark heavy clouds had enclosed the farm in its ominous shadow. Before you could even say anything to the man who sat across from you on the soft picnic blanket, a raindrop fell onto your cheek. Brushing the wet spot with your fingers, your gaze found Jin’s, the man already staring at you with wide eyes.

“I told you-”

“It’s not even raining bad yet,” he defended himself, cutting you off.

“Rain has been on the forecast all week,” you giggled as he grinned guiltily. A raindrop plopped onto the tip of his nose, making you smile fondly as the man attempted to ignore it. “Jin,” you called for his attention as he searched through the basket for something to eat.

“It’s going to blow over,” he insisted, pulling out a container of something he had packed for the picnic.

“You’ve said that before, you know,” you reminded him of your first attempt at a picnic several months ago. It was the first and only picnic you and Jin had ever been on before this one, and it ended in the same way with a thunderstorm drenching you both and sending you rushing back to your apartment. As the man huffed, you watched his shoulders slump in defeat, an adorable pout forming on his mouth. “Let’s just go back to the greenhouse, the others will be here soon, anyway.”

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“You were so pleasant when we first met.”

hoseok x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 4.4K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Petal/reader is meeting Hobi’s family for the first time in this and she’s a bit uncharacteristically anxious. And Hobi is honestly the sweetest. This could serve as a part 3 or a resolution to “You’re a shitty liar” in which Petal finds out Hobi has been hiding her from his family for 6 months. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

“Are we sure it’s not too soon?” You asked your boyfriend, picking at your cuticles as you avoided eye contact with him. He was seated on the sofa a few feet away as you stood at the edge of the room.

You were met with silence for a few seconds before a sigh met your ears, the man discarding the phone from his hands and setting it on the couch cushion next to him. He had been interacting with fans, but your expression of doubt had gained his full attention. “You know they genuinely want to meet you, right? I want you to meet each other.”

Your anxiety getting the better of you, you added in chewing the inside of your cheek to the nervous habits you exhibited as you nodded. “I know, it’s just-” Shrugging at him and scrunching your nose, you lifted your gaze to finally meet his considerate and concerned one.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized suddenly, shaking his head as though he was disappointed. Pulling your eyebrows together in question, you waited for him to elaborate. “I can’t help but feel this is my fault, Petal.”

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