Oh Oh OH! Dilf Jk You Know Im Gonna Go Sweet Fluff All The Way What About Anything Newborn Baby Jungwoo

Oh oh OH! Dilf jk you know I’m gonna go sweet fluff all the way 🥺 what about anything newborn baby jungwoo (like,,, either nEW new baby or just him smiling/cooing really cutesy) and his parents? You’re going to do wonderfully at your talk!!

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Dilf jk meeting jungwoo for the first time!

ahhhh okay this is angstier than i anticipated but hopefully you both still like it!! it’s just...how it would play out according to the timeline i have for the fic 😅 thank you so much for the requests!! 🥰

pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jk word count. 1.2k genre. angst and fluff warnings. mention of childbirth, oc has some rage directed towards jk’s genitals, kissing, it’s a little angsty n extra™, but i think that’s it?  notes. featuring the too close couple. beta read by the sweet and wonderful vi @coepiteamare but mistakes are my own because i messed with this after she read and fixed it,, and now it’s questionable. but i hope it’s still ok and cute and enjoyable! tags. @augustbutwinter i am so sorry that you will be notified every time i post some clown-work on this site, but you asked for it 😅 thank you for being the lone brave soul 😂❤️

It’s the second time Jungkook is holding his son, but the feeling is just as foreign as it was an hour ago.

He would have expected the moment to be a lot more frantic—considering the bustle of nurses that had been filing in and out of the room for the past couple hours, paired with your very vocal assertions that you were never going to have sex with him again (and lot of other colorful language).

But those last few minutes unfolded within a blink of an eye. One second you were cutting off blood flow to his fingers, and the next, Dr. Choi was handing you a tiny, loosely-wrapped bundle.

And suddenly, the room was still.

Still, except for that muffled cry—tender and delicate, music to Jungkook’s ears—and soft sobs coming from you as you cradled your son.

His son.

Yours and his.

For a split second, one forever seared into his memory, he could see in something beyond technicolor, beyond all the bounds of what his five senses could afford him. 

Beyond the little tuft of black hair in front of him, beyond the impossibly small feet that were resting atop your arm.

Was it possible, to see the red string of fate tautening between your pinky and his? To see a new thread being strung between his heart and his son’s, promising a lifetime of unconditional, selfless love?

After that, all he can recall is kissing you, in such a haze that your lips felt celestial against his—soft and tenuous, unhooking the last tether that had grounded his two feet to the floor. His son was in his arms for just a few moments, before a nurse with kind eyes and a sympathetic smile whisked him away for his first bath.

Jungkook kissed you again, told you he loved you a couple dozen times, before darting after the nurse as his instincts told him to.

It was a blur from that moment onward.

But now, much to his relief, you’ve gotten a couple of hours of sleep in, that nightmare of a first feed is over, and it’s just you and him in the room.

You, him, and Jungwoo.

He’s a calm baby, the nurses told Jungkook. Calm but energetic—curious, with big round eyes that roam the room, though he can’t yet focus them.

“He won’t break if you move him,” you whisper, resting your chin on Jungkook’s shoulder.

There isn’t much extra space on the hospital bed, but with you snuggled up right at his side, it’s easy to make do. In any case, the brown eyes staring up at the two of you have your minds occupied.

“I, uh—it’s fine like this.”

It’s a pathetically unconvincing fib, and the way you smile into skin tells him you’re well aware of how ridiculously uncomfortable he is.

Jungkook’s muscles instinctively tense when you reach into his lap, gently adjusting Jungwoo where he’s snuggled between blankets. (As of nine months ago, that’s Jungkook’s instinctive response to everything—panic and worry.)

You reach to lift the infant up with a delicate grasp, readjusting his small body in Jungkook’s cradling arms only slightly. But Jungkook feels the difference immediately—the strain on his forearm is instantly alleviated, his gentle embrace more secure than it was before.

“Is that better?”

Jungkook nods, giving you a small smile of gratitude. “How are you already so good at this?”

Giggling softly, you nuzzle up against Jungkook’s neck, loosely wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Well, I pushed him out from between my legs,” you point out, and though your voice is fatigued, there’s still a lighthearted lilt to it. “Everything else seems easy by comparison.”

Jungkook leans into your touch automatically, resting his cheek against your head. “You were amazing, by the way.”

You scoff. “I was cursing the entire time. I’m pretty sure I graphically described mutilating your balls at one point.”

Jungkook snorts at the memory. “I know you love my balls. I’m not too worried.”

He turns to press a light kiss to your hair, unbothered by the distinctly clinical smell that wafts from it. Without an ounce of dishonesty in his heart, “You were perfect,” he breathes softly. “You are perfect.”

You meet his gaze with a tender smile, revealing fatigued crinkles beneath your eyes (and Jungkook is certain you’ve never looked prettier). Your foreheads meet with habitual ease, noses brushing just slightly, delicately, but that’s enough to bridge the distance between the two of you.

Silence communicates everything that needs to be said—apologies accepted wordlessly, forgiveness exchanged with a lingering touch.

Once the moment ebbs away, leaving those past wounds sewn up, “After all, you made him,” Jungkook adds with a tilt of his head, the words accompanied by a soft smile.

The two of you look back down in tandem, a swell of euphoric warmth filling your chests.

“He is perfect, isn’t he?”

Jungkook nods, swallowing back the beginnings of a lump in his throat.

Because it isn’t lost on him, the fact that he’s a dad now. That this small, innocent being—who’s been alive for less than a day and already carries Jungkook’s heart in his tiny hands—is his.

His to love, to protect.

It’s the three of you against the world, and as Jungkook sits with you curled at his side, Jungwoo drifting to sleep in his arms, his heart threatens to burst at the seams.

Because he’s unequivocally happy, so much so that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s a stranger in his own skin, in how it all seems within reach now, right at his fingertips and ready to be seized with a tight grasp.

But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s scared.

Scared because he barely knows anything about fatherhood (and what little he does, he desperately wishes he could forget).

Scared to make a mistake, because he knows what that’ll mean for Jungwoo, for you.

His hands weren’t made for loving. They’re callous and scarred, with faded strokes of ink that remind him of everything ugly in the world, of pain and anger. He’s scared to touch his son’s face, to taint his soft skin, to move a millimeter in the wrong direction.

But despite everything, despite the doubts that threaten to mar the moment, the enduring fact eclipses it all.

“I love him so much,” Jungkook mumbles, blinking back the moisture in his eyes. “I love you both so much.”

With a gentle squeeze of his waist, you brush your lips against his shoulder, pressing softly into the exposed skin at the hem of his sleeve.

“We love you too, baby.”

There’s a beat of silence.

And he hates that you’re the one who says it, not the other way around, but—

“Everything’s going to be okay,” you assure him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “We’ll figure it out.”

He can hear a little quiver in your voice, accompanied by a drop of moisture streaking against his arm. And though your words are rife with melancholy, grieving what you’ve lost on the path to this moment—there’s conviction behind the sentiment that he’s never heard from you before.

“We can do it, Kook. I promise.”

There’s enough love in the room to last a lifetime and beyond, to reach every corner of the universe, with miles to spare. He knows that for certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

And maybe that’s enough, Jungkook decides. For now, he’ll choose to believe that it is.

okay, can we have some hate sex? like i just haven’t seen any good hate sex in a while, and i know you’ll write the best one

It’s painful. Not the sex, but the suffocating feelings of desire that blossom in your chest when he comes closer. “I’ll be quick,” Jungkook promises, lips against your throat. Just ten minutes ago, the two of you had argued endlessly inside the restaurant, made the entire dinner table uncomfortable to the point Taehyung banished the two of you outside. Jungkook’s voice is still a little hoarse.

Your arms slink around his shoulders, fingers burying themselves in the dark tresses of hair that curl at the nape of his neck. The front of his slacks are tented, his arousal brushing against your thigh. “You’re always quick,” you mutter, a jab at the rather short-lived rounds he often delivers. Jungkook rolls his eyes, doesn’t even bother gracing you with a response as he pushes your dress up over your hips. In truth, you know Jungkook can last longer than the five minutes he spares you every now and again; you’ve been sharing a bedroom wall for nearly a year now, and if his frequent Saturday night ventures are anything to go off of, Jungkook is more than capable of doing away with someone for hours on end. He just doesn’t do that with you.

You wonder how it become like this, how your rather mellow friendship with Jungkook morphed into this monstrosity of a relationship, fucked up and painful. Once upon a time, the two of you were friends, dearly cherished by the other. One thing led to another, someone changed, and now you’re here. He hasn’t laughed around you in months, and the only time he smiles is after delivering a particularly painful blow your way. Two weekends ago he had cursed you to hell and back for arriving home too early, scaring off his catch before they even got a chance to lay together. “Fuck,” he had groaned, head in hands as you locked yourself in your own room.

Above you, he scoffs. His fingertips are ghosting your entrance, dancing across your folds until the muscles of your inner thigh twitch. “Soaking,” he comments, and you’re embarrassed to realize it’s true. As much as you’ve grown to hate the man, with his harsh words and searing glares, he’s ridiculously handsome when he’s angry, jaw a sharp line that tenses up tightly with each cruel word that rolls off your lips. Perhaps it’s why you seek out fights often, because it is the easiest way to win his attention. His fingers slip inside, and a soft gasp escapes your lips. “Not much to say now, huh?”

“Shut up,” you scowl, but can’t keep the whine out of your tone. “‘M not here to get scolded.” Inside of you, he curls his fingers, lips pressing along your jaw when he brushes against a particularly soft spot inside of you. “Just,” you exhale shakily, nails digging into his shoulders, “just wanna get fucked.”

“Right,” Jungkook laughs, “just here to get fucked.” It’s hollow, like there’s something else he wants to say but bites his tongue. It doesn’t last long, and eventually he’s muttering, “‘s all you ever want from me,” but you don’t hear that last bit over the pounding of your heart. Jungkook kisses your cheek and it stings, more than the names he had called you ten minutes prior, more than the gazes he gives you every single day.

It’s painful, because when he has you this close, touches you just so, you’re forced to admit your own hidden truth. That you like Jungkook, much more than you would ever let on, and these fleeting moments with his cock buried so deep inside of you are the only times he ever truly likes you. When you’re just another tight hole for him to ram into, when he needs to get off. Only then does he look your way, only then does he ever care.

[redacted] | jjk | m | drabble

[ ! ] this is a drabble for bad influence. You can read it as a stand-alone.

— summary; in which you are right about Jungkook’s sexual preferences, but at what cost. 

— contents and warnings; smut, pwp, badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies to lovers, dom!jk x sub!reader, the infamous [redacted] kink that was a daddy kink all along, dirty talk, begging, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, slight possessiveness?, lil bit of edging, size kink, manhandling, jk goes a lil crazy lmao, overstimulation, oc cums twice, dumbification but not really, one (1) spank 

— words; 2,8k 

— author’s note; if you’re not keen on daddy kink I get it!! This drabble is very skippable, so don’t worry about sitting this one out 🥰

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Jungkook knew you were staring: it was impossible not to. He could see you in his peripheral vision, which endlessly annoyed him, considering he couldn’t even pay attention to the task at hand — trying to absolutely destroy one of his friends in Fortnite. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he complained, twice as irritated now that he realized he had completely thrown his focus out of the window. “What the fuck are you thinking about? You’ve been staring at me for—“ 

“Don’t take what I’m about to say personally,” you interrupted him. The book you had been reading was thrown on your lap, the hem of your dress hiking up your thighs from the way you had mindlessly thrown yourself on his bed earlier. It made Jungkook think of those stupid romantic paintings he had to interpret back in high school. “But you look like someone who would have a daddy kink.”

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bad boy good thing ii. | m

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 2, 245

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

The next time you see Jungkook you’re slower than he is when it comes to avoiding his presence. You were smart but Jungkook was sneaky—a characteristic that allowed him to weasel his way into your heart and your mind.

“Sweets.” He calls, tone smiling and your heart flutters unconsciously to the term of endearment that sounded a lot more taunting than it should be.

“We’re in public.” You hiss, reminding him of what you were—his secret.

He seems pleased with your reaction like he enjoys flustering you till no end that proves his upper hand when it came to your dynamics. You weren’t sure when it happened but one day he decided he wasn’t your younger friend Jungkook but Jungkook who could dampen your panties with just his smile.

“You didn’t seem to mind at the party.” He shrugs.

You glare at him shifting away from his body that leans closer when he joined you in the study booth. You chose this particular place because it was secluded away from the main area of the library, tucked in a corner where no one ever goes because it was deadly silent.

So you have no idea what the hell is Jungkook doing here, especially when you knew he had a game earlier; given he’s still in his jersey and with the musky scent of sweat and his laundry detergent.

“I’m studying.” You clip.

You avoid Jungkook’s gaze because you know one look and you’ll melt. But you needed to toughen up because you weren’t going to fall pliant to his touch anymore, or his smile or his smooth words. You remember who he is and who you were.

“Me too.” Jungkook retorts, purposefully sliding closer with a random book he’s snatched from the shelves.

You purse your lips and straighten your back, focusing purely on the task at hand rather than the fact that Jungkook was trying his best to make as much contact with your shoulder as he possibly could with his own.

Jungkook huffs when he realises that you weren’t budging, fully stuck in a half-study-half-dazed mode whenever he was around. What he didn’t know was that with every press against your stature, was a flutter in response.

“Why aren’t you celebrating?” You mutter.

Jungkook grins when he realises you’re casually flipping through your textbook while you await his response. He leans on his palm while staring straight at your face, eyes set directly on your cheek that it makes you flush harder.

“I am.” He replies smoothly, “With you.”

You roll your eyes at the flirtatious attempt even if it did make your stomach feel funny. Jungkook made you feel things out of your own control but you knew better than to continue falling for the same tricks over and over again.

“I need to study so leave me alone.” You clip.

Jungkook pouts in a mocking manner before leaning back into his chair, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair.

“You’ve been avoiding me, sweets.”

You freeze at the statement, fingers tightly gripping the sheets of paper while you force yourself to keep a neutral expression.

“No, I haven’t.” You say tightly.

Jungkook scoffs, “I’m not stupid, babe. You’ve been avoiding me ever since the night of the party.”

The night of the party was a reminder to yourself that Jungkook was horrible for you because he made you act out of your rationale, willing you to do things that you’d never do. And you made that mistake once and you weren’t going to make it again.

“And if I was?” You retort.

Jungkook tongues the inside his cheek before looking ahead, a light smirk painting his face. It’s an expression you know intimately because it’s a look he only has when he knows you’ve always been pliant for him, ready to please.

“Then I’d be really disappointed.”

“Good. I was serious.” You snap, eyes finally darting to his face in slits and he’s already looking at you.

“But you’re not pushing me away, are you?” Jungkook asks in a low voice, and somehow his palm has splayed itself on your thigh, spreading them wide enough for him to rub tempting circles on your skin.

You don’t, because while his touch is scalding it’s just as addictive.

“Leave me alone, Jungkook.” You say through a shaky breath.

He chuckles darkly and then his nose is nudging your jaw, breath hot on your neck while he hikes his hand higher up your skirt.

“You don’t seem like you want me to leave you alone, hm?” He mumbles onto your neck, causing goosebumps to arise.

Your grip on the desk tightens when he brushes his finger over the fabric of your panties and you’re mortified to realise that it’s already damp. Jungkook realises this too and he chuckles against your jaw, biting into the flesh that has you gasping.

“I-I need to study …” You choke when he presses firmly onto your clit, your hips jumping at the stimulation.

“I heard you, sweets.” He hums, “Think you can multitask?”

You hate how he reduced you to nothing but mush, reasoning and pride out the window when he pushes your panties aside to spread the slickness of your pussy with his index finger.

“J-Jungkook …” You whimper.

His nose is pressed against your cheek when he trails his lips across your jaw, down your chin and eventually your neck. The feeling of his lips is familiar but distant and it only makes your heart clench at the unattainable feeling.

You remember that he wasn’t yours. That he is as much Jennie’s as you were his; and your eyes widen in alarm, hands reaching out to grip at his wrist before he can slip a digit into your leaking hole.

“I said we can’t keep doing this.” You say weakly.

Jungkook frowns at you when you pull away completely, crossing your legs so that he won’t have easy access anymore. Your cheeks are hot and it’s both in arousal and embarrassment because you’ve easily allowed him into your heart via your body yet again, despite your own mind warning against it.

“What gives?” He asks irritatedly like he doesn’t understand why you’re pulling away.

You don’t expect him to, not when he has all the options in the world and the only person that sees you like this is … him.

“I’m busy.” You lie through your teeth. You haven’t been paying attention to your books the moment he’s arrived and you were far too distracted to continue.

Jungkook scoffs, narrowing his eyes at you when you firmly avoid his stare.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. You’ve been acting weird ever since the party and you literally just upped and left when I joined you and Jimin the other day.” He bites, “So I’m asking again: what gives?”

You keep your lips shut because you don’t have the courage to tell him that it’s your heart that’s tired. That you don’t think you can do this anymore because it hurts too much when he pulls away and pretends like nothing happened, only to return when it’s convenient.

“You know I don’t like it when people don’t answer me, baby.” He growls, mouth impossibly close to your ear.

You tighten your grip on the table as you clench your jaw, trying to even out your breathing so you don’t say anything rash.

“You’re really testing my patience here, ______.”

And you’re still floored at how this was the same Jungkook that used to thank you with a wide grin every time you offered help with his homework in high school, or when he’d hold umbrellas for the both of you. This was Jungkook, but older, and a lot meaner.

“I just need to study, Jungkook …” You say softly, hoping he’d take that as his queue to leave.

“And I just want to have fun, sweets.” He whispers, lips close to the shell of your ear.

The word throws you off, and you feel the anger rise.

“Fun? That’s all I am to you? A fun time?” You fume.

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the sudden one-eighty shift of your mood when you snap at him. But like you mentioned, he wasn’t the same, shy Jungkook that used to follow you around everywhere—this was someone different.

“What are you implying?” He furrows his brows at you.

“I’m saying—” You poke into his chest with fierce eyes, “—I don’t want to be just a fun time anymore. I’m done with … whatever this is, Jungkook.”

Jungkook locks his jaw before staring at you with dark and unreadable eyes.

“You say this now but we both know that I’m the only one that can make you scream the way you do.” He whispers.

You shiver but stand your ground.

“I don’t care. What my mind and what my body wants are two different things. And I’m telling you that all of this has to stop.” You gesture to your bodies.

“What is this really about?” He sighs, “Come on. Tell me like a big girl.”

He leans back, brash and with a lazy smirk on his face like he’s half-expecting you to apologise and fall back onto him, mouth on his cock like an apology letter. But you’re so so tired and your heart hurts because you think of Jennie. You think of the same mouth that holds all the words to hurt you on hers, and you prepare for it.

“It’s because I’m done with you, Jungkook!” You seethe, “You can’t have two girls at once especially when you’re only halfway in my door and living in her house.”

Jungkook furrows his brows, “Two girls—?”

“I saw the video of you and Jennie.” You whisper, “I don’t know when the fuck that happened. If it was before you pulled that stunt in the bathroom or after—but I don’t want anything to do with that.”

You quickly clear your belongings and stand up to leave, but Jungkook has a tight grip on your wrist so that you can’t walk away.

“Why are you mad about that?” He asks, genuinely confused.

You gape at him, opening and closing your mouth to find the right words to say but they all fall short.

“Why—what? Are you not hearing yourself? Of course, I’m fucking pissed! You finger me like some fucking pornstar and kiss me like I’m yours and the next thing you know it you’re kissing some other girl while pretending like I don’t exist. Like we weren’t friends that grew up together or the fact that you and I were close before you turned into this asshole.”

Jungkook blinks at you.

“We are still friends …” He says slowly.

You want to rip your hair out because having this conversation only tires and hurts you further, but Jungkook is oblivious to the internal dilemma that you were having with your own heart.

“Friends don’t do this shit to each other, Jungkook.” You hiss, “You don’t fuck someone over because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”

“Why are you acting as if you weren’t as into it as I was?” Jungkook retorts, tone defensive.

“It’s because I was! I was so fucking into it that it blindsided me! I don’t do this shit, Jungkook—not with anyone else and it just had to be you that this happened to me with.”

Jungkook pauses, and his eyes turn impossible dark. His face is terrifying when he inches closer, all evidence of other emotions but blankness and fury painting his features.

“If it wasn’t me then no one would’ve ever touched you.” He spits as your eyes widen at his tone, “I did you a favour by deciding that you were worth it. And maybe you’re not because clearly you got attached and you want shit to be exclusive, right?”

You stare at Jungkook because Jungkook was mean but never like this. Never personal and poking at all your unhealed wounds.

“Jung—”

“Shut up,” He sneers, “I strung you around because I felt bad for you. Twenty-five and a virgin? If not me then who else, hm? Jimin wouldn’t touch you and neither would Tae. You’re just an uptight prude with a stick up her ass that can’t do anything but study. And yeah—I kissed Jennie. Right after I fingered you so hard that you cried because at least she won’t just sit there like a starfish and take whatever’s given to her.”

You blink at Jungkook, arms limp by your sides when he spits all the venomous words to your face, unapologetic when his eyes burn with intense disdain for the person he was talking to.

Everything is numb, and you can’t react because you don’t know how to. But you feel a tear slip past your eye because it’s hot—it’s hot compared to the cold atmosphere that crackles in the air.

Every single one of your insecurities was thrown out the window without a single care and Jungkook looked damned sure that he meant every word. And it hurts even more because you remember confiding him in the same things he was weaponising.

You don’t say anything at all, but your body reacts and more tears fall despite your mortification.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, Jungkook.” You say through a choked breath, shoving past him with your belongings tucked tightly against your body.

Jungkook doesn’t even chase after you, frozen into place with his own words that left his mouth.

jungkook (tummy buldge)

You've noticed that Jungkook tends to stare when he's particularly fixated on something new. It could be a new hobby, something interesting, something odd—anything that caught his eye, he'd just stare.

You're more than accustomed to his strange habits, opting to let him have his way than comment on it. That was your dynamic—friends who respected each other and didn't invalidate any of your likes or quirks. You were comfortable.

But now, Jungkook's staring at you with a gaze heavier than the one's you've grown used to. It sends a wave of heat down your spine, and you have no idea what to make of it.

"Hey," he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear as you peer up at him through your eyelashes with a gulp. "Cute outfit."

You glance down, taking in your rather risqué ensemble and you flush a deep shade of red. Your top generously highlights your proudest feature, your shoulders and the skirt that wraps itself tightly around your waist leaves very little to the imagination when it exposes the top of your thigh with the cheeky slit it comes with.

"Thanks, Kook," you reply shyly.

And then, his hands are on you. His large, strong hands wrap around your waist as your eyes bulge out of your sockets when you stare at him with a panicked gaze.

He was drunk. You think.

"So pretty," he slurs into your ear.

That's the last thing he says before he has your back pressed against a bathroom stall with your eyes rolling back to your head. You don't make an effort to keep your sobs down because you can't. Not when Jungkook's cock is splitting you open, reaching places you didn't know existed.

"O-Oh, fuuuuck," you gasp, fingernails scratching down his back while his devilish smirk pierces your soul.

"Look at you," he laughs, low and darkly before his large palm pressed against your abdomen, forcing your hips back as he drives his thrust with a ferocity that has your legs shaking in return. "Look where my fat cock is, hm?"

You whimper, eyes unconsciously drifting down to see the protruding bulge in your lower abdomen, your pussy involuntarily squeezing around his cock as he grunts into your neck.

"So deep in your guts, pretty," he smirks, "Can you feel me? Hm? Looking so nice and full with my cock deep in you, baby."

"J-Jungkook, s-shit," you cry, "T-Too deep!"

"Really?" he grins manically, wrapping his other hand tighter around your waist until his chest is pressed against yours. His gaze is frenzied when your eyes droop to his expression, and you know you're in trouble when all he does is smile.

You feel his cock nudge your cervix as you fall limp in his grasp, unable to hold yourself up as your body becomes at his disposal; and all Jungkook does is batter your pussy until it's pure squelches, paired with a firm press against your belly.

Jungkook presses a hot kiss to your lips as you're pushed to the edge. "Well, I'm right where I belong, princess."

too much, too little | jjk | m | drabble

[ ! ] this is a drabble for bad influence. You can read it as a stand-alone. 

— summary;  in which you’re always trying to keep up with Jungkook, especially when he goes from one extreme to the other.

— contents and warnings; so much smut, pwp, fluff, two different smut scenes!!, badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies to lovers, secret relationship, dirty talk, sex in front of a mirror, unprotected sex (don’t.), creampie, cockwarming, overstimulation, tit play, squirting 😳, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, praise kink, dom!jk x sub!reader, mentions of cum stuffing, jk has insane stamina lol; for the other scene we have pretty soft sex!!!, so no major warnings besides being whipped 🕺

— words; 2,7k 

— author’s note; oh the duality of men… inspiring. The timeline is after bad romance for both scenes, during summer break. 

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Some days, you couldn’t keep up with Jungkook. 

Ever since the first time you two slept together (under less than ideal circumstances), you could tell that there was something else burning at the edge of his touches; something fiery, needy, always on edge. He kissed you like it would never be enough, held you closer tightly, exploring your body like he both wanted to worship and ruin it. It was an insubstantial warning, something that took its time before it materialized into reality and, yet, it was there — an insatiable whisper at the back of his mind, just waiting to strike. 

The closer you two got, the more it showed, but it was only after you made it official that Jungkook actually let himself go. Regardless of the intensity that he showed, it was a rare occurrence — under very specific moments, very specific words. Something just clicked inside his head and made him realize that he would never get enough of you — and, yet, he should still try to. 

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