Jungkook- Ff Recs Masterlist

Jungkook- ff recs masterlist 🔞

So here's my fav Jungkook ffs of all time plus a MUST READ compilation 💌.

All the recommended ffs are 18+ so MDNI!!

S: smut | A: angst | F: fluff | ❤️: extreme favs

(fics are not ordered in any specific order of preference and neither do they entertain infidelity or any major triggering themes 🙃)

Starting off with the 2 most "SEVEN" mv inspired one shots I've read till now -

■ Night after night by @brown-bi-beautiful ❤️ ( S, A, F )

■ Devoted to trouble by @jeonsweetpea (S, slight A, F)

Seven days a week by @jjkeverlast (S, slight A, F)

Thirteen rounds by @moni-logues (S)

Slow motion by @rerefundslocals(S, A, F)

@personasintro 's masterlist ❤️

Legit ALL her ffs are TOP NOTCH. So here's link to her entire masterlist. Fav author for a reason 💜

Ps - Mutual help & Away from you are Ultimate lovee!

Stay with me by @jungk0oksthighs ❤️(S, A, F)

Reminder by @dollfaceksj ❤️ (S, A, F)

Over wine (Ongoing) by @koocycle (S, A)

There's no way by @redjoonie (S, slight A, F)

Seven ways to sunday (Ongoing) by @jeonjcngkook (S)

Bad Omega, Sweet Omega JJK by @helenazbmrskai (S, A)

Drabble collection by @onlyswan (F)

Office break by @vminizzle (S)

Two point five by @bratkook (S, F)

My you by @wnderkoo (S, slight A, F)

This is how we break by @ahundredtimesover (S, A)

Unplanned night by @vminizzle ❤️ (S)

Rolling stone by @kooktrash (S, A)

4-7-8 by @jiminrings (S, heavy A, F)

Sleepless nights by @wnderkoo (S, F)

Backstage quickies by @btsqualityy ❤️ (S)

So good by @ggukiepie ❤️ (S)

Lost on you by @letjungcoook7 (S)

Cramped quarters by @btsqualityy (S)

Kink series by @btsqualityy ❤️ (S)

Bts reactions by @cheolhub (S)

Early riser by @moni-logues (S)

Bf!Jk drabble by @letjungcoook7 (S)

Standing next to you by @back2bluesidex (S)

On my mind by @angelguk ❤️ (S)

Ceo!Jk one shot by @letjungcoook7 (S, slight A)

All over again by @jungkookstatts ❤️ (S, F)

Return the favor by @back2bluesidex (S, F)

Jk!drabble by @borathae (S)

The bet by @letjungcoook7 (S)

Bf!Jk (kinda break up au) by @letjungcoook7 (S, A)

Bf!Jungkook by @jungkookstatts ❤️ (S, F)

Cherry flavored by @jungkookstatts ❤️ (S, F)

Black dye by @mercurygguk (S, F)

When the end comes by @oddinary4bts ❤️ (S, F, huge A) happy ending tho

Down on you by @ki-yomii ❤️ (S)

I want you to stay by @ahundredtimesover (Ongoing)

Birthday boy by @jeonfics (S)

Wishing for you by @kookiestarlight (S, A, F)

Guilty Pleasures (Ongoing) by @kookslastbutton (S, A)

The violence of the dog days by @youarewhatyoulove-blog ❤️ (S, F)

Stay quite by @hobidreams (S,F)

Chasing cars (Ongoing) by @oddinary4bts (S,A,F)

Wants and needs by @2hightocare ❤️ (S,F)

hello beautiful baby !!! can i request a drabble w some bday sex for the reader 👀🫶🏻 reader is absolutely stupidly infatuated with his hips and waist and cherishes them with kisses 😭 anything else is down to you !!! 🩷🫶🏻

baby, come here | jjk (m)

<> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

<> genre/au's est. relationship | birthday!au | smut smut smut

<> summary jungkook surprises you with something special for your birthday...

<> word count 4.1k 😼

<> warnings they're both switches | fingering | grinding | handjob | cowgirl | jungkook touches reader’s rim | lots of kisses | jungkook has his iconic long hair | reader rides his thighs and abs | lots of worshipping | cute nicknames like angel & baby 🥺 | soft koo | fluffy & slow sex | reader worships jungkook the most | they're so in love you might puke | ft. co-worker jimin

<> author's note hi sav!! i hope you enjoy this filth hehe, thank u for re-sending the request after my ass was stupid enough to delete it 😭 jsfhksjfh and early happy bday from me!! take this as a gift hehe, thank u for requesting pretty ♡

[keep in mind i do not do taglists for requests <3 thank you!]

baby🥺: i have a surprise for you when you get home 

you: oh? 

you: i’m guessing this is a birthday surprise? 

baby🥺: don’t ruin it babe!! 

baby🥺: just get home before i change my mind 🙄

you: you wouldn’t 

baby🥺: wanna bet? 

You roll your eyes, wanting to grin because you know he’s not serious. Jungkook should know better, you almost know him better than he does himself — one of the perks of dating for five years. 

It had been a good day so far, your colleagues had greeted you with balloons when you entered your office early in the morning, cheering a loud “Happy Birthday!” when they caught a glimpse of you. 

Birthdays were never that important for you, but it did warm your heart that all of your colleagues took the time of their day to surprise you and celebrate you so loudly. You found out later how it was all Jimin’s idea, creating a whole group chat to make sure everyone was in on the idea. 

Everything worked out in the end. The smile on your face didn’t fade once, too overwhelmed by a huge amount of happiness. 

It was the end of the day when Jungkook decided to text you. He was still sleeping when you were getting dressed for work, and knowing you’ll be seeing him later you didn’t bother, instead admiring his soft snores and his long hair messily laying on the pillow. 

“Any exciting plans for tonight?” Jimin peaked inside your office, wearing a grin when you shut your phone off, too busy giggling over what Jungkook has planned for you. 

“Maybe…” 

Jimin rolled his eyes at your attempt to be mysterious. “Save it, I know Jungkook probably has something planned.” 

“You’re on the right track.” 

“He probably put his dick in a present box.” Jimin jokes, earning your mouth to drop, a scoff escaping your parted lips. 

“Jimin!” 

He brings his hands up in a surrendering motion. “I’ll shut up.” 

“Thank you. Well, I’m about to head out.” You begin to log off on your computer, grabbing your bag while Jimin watches you with a careful gaze. 

“I’ll see you on Monday.” He says before leaving your office door, returning back to his own.

“Jungkook?” You call out when you enter your shared apartment, the lights being completely off. 

There’s no response, and even though he told you earlier over text that he had planned a surprise, you begin to worry. Subtly, you begin to walk inside, fetching for a light until someone grabs you by the waist. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” Jungkook whispers, pulling you forward so both your chests collide. It’s then you realize he’s not wearing a shirt, his skin feeling soft and delicate under your fingertips. With no second thought, your hands begin to roam on his arms, squeezing at his muscles. 

“Thank you.” You respond softly, pulling Jungkook down for a soft and tender kiss. He gently wraps his arms around you, clutching himself tight as he indulges into your lips. 

“Mmm, you want your surprise?” Jungkook says against your lips, and you nod before he completely lets go and guides you towards your shared bedroom. 

There’s a small box on the covers, next to a bouquet of tulips, your favorites. 

“Koo… this is—“ You pick them up carefully, admiration and love soaring through your veins as you trace your fingers over the purple petals. 

Jungkook keeps his eyes on you, determined to not miss out on any reaction from you. He can tell you’re content with the flowers, after all he went to a specific flower shop outside of town, certain that the tulips you commented on a few months ago were still available. 

“Thank you. I love you.” You bring your hand forward, caressing his cheek as tears begin to form in the corner of your eyelids. 

When you had first met Jungkook, you never expected to be here today, five years later in a shared apartment, in love and filled with utmost happiness. It feels like a dream, which is pretty cliche to say, but it feels this way because how come everything is just right with Jungkook and you? 

“Open the box.” Jungkook grins, holding himself back from doing his tiny jumps when he’s excited. 

“Okay, okay!” You begin to laugh yourself, grabbing onto the white box. 

The box clicks open and your mouth drops. It’s a necklace, with a bunny accessory hanging by the end. 

“You didn’t.” 

“Hey! You’re the one who constantly refers to me as a bunny, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and make this a reality!” God, he’s such an idiot, and you’re completely head over heels in love with him. Fucking Jeon Jungkook and that darn smile.

“I can’t believe you.” You take the necklace out of the purple cushion, holding it up in the air as you study the details. 

“Can I?” You hum out a yes, letting Jungkook reach for it as you turn, exposing the nape of your neck. 

The metal feels cold against your skin for a second when Jungkook puts it around you, ending it with a simple click. You hold tightly onto the bunny ears, turning back around to look at your boyfriend. 

“I love it.” Jungkook sighs with a smile, pulling you once again in for a kiss. Instead of it being a simple peck, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting your lips move in an identical tempo. 

Kissing Jungkook always feels new. It feels as if you’re still on that second date when he took the courage to kiss you goodnight at your doorstep. The same butterflies are settled into the pit of your stomach. It really feels like yesterday you started dating, but no, it’s been five fucking years. Five years with this silly boy who’s shown you what love truly can be about. 

“Baby.” Jungkook mumbles, tilting your face as he plunges forward on your neck, pressing his soft lips. The wet open kisses make you grow hot, needy and fuck, was Jimin right? Because surely, this is leading to sex and you don’t want to stop. 

Also, he’s shirtless which doesn’t really help either because fuck how can he look this good? Abs and built bodies never truly impressed you, but there’s something about how Jungkook carries it proudly, yet subtly. He’s aware he’s hot but he doesn’t show it off and wow, you’re so lucky you get to have him this way. 

You pull his face upwards, kissing him again, wanting to taste more of him. Gently, you grab onto the strands of his long hair, fiddling with them as he bites your lip in response. The kiss is soft yet rough, both of you pulling on each other to get closer while your tongues dangle softly in between. 

“Wanna show you how much I love you.” Jungkook mumbles against your lips. 

It doesn’t take a genius to guess what he means and he’s in luck, cause fuck — you really want him. You clutch yourself tighter to him, continuing to kiss him with adoration and love. Jungkook keeps his hold tight, hands drowning further behind your back and onto your ass. He grabs onto it, making you gasp before it’s engulfed by his tongue. 

Jungkook takes a step backwards, letting himself sit down on the edge of the bed, while you still stand upright. Your hands roam on his shoulders while his clutch beneath your ass, pulling you down on his lap. 

Even though you love kissing Jungkook, there’s something about kissing his neck and collarbones. Showing admiration to every part of your boyfriend is one of your favorite things. So you do exactly that, tilting his head upwards while your tongue and lips trail further down. His collarbones are defined and you kiss the prominent edges. Every detail of Jungkook is beautiful. 

“I love your collarbones.” You admit in the open while sucking on the skin, leaving a small mark. Jungkook sighs, keeping his hands roaming on your ass, grabbing it when he feels you bite down. 

“Baby—“ 

You don’t respond, instead you pull your hands downwards on his abs that tense beneath your touch. Fuck. It’s no secret that you’ve wanted to kiss and touch every part of Jungkook— maybe even ride his thigh and especially his abs. There’s something exciting about feeling the muscles beneath your exposed core as you mark him with your slick. 

Although, you’ve never gained the full courage to do so. It’s not because of judgment, Jungkook would never judge you. Which also explains how the sex between you is that good. It’s a free space to try out new things and feel comfortable with one another, but this was a fantasy and you weren’t mad that it’ll continue to be that. 

To distract yourself from those thoughts, you focus on Jungkook hardening beneath you. You feel the excitement grow in your gut, grinding shamelessly down on him, making him hiss. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook mumbles, tracing his hand on your face while he smiles down at you. His thumb begins to trail on your lips, feeling the soft edges before he pops it inside your mouth. You suck with zero hesitation. Jungkook’s mouth is agape, in awe of how your mouth feels warm around it. 

Whenever you had sex there was never truly a routine. It was always natural, both of you giving in to showing how much you adored and loved each other. No matter how rough, or soft the sex was. There was always a balance. 

Jungkook retracts his thumb, reaching for the zipper of your pants and pulling them down enough to reach down to your clit. His slicked thumb starts rubbing it carelessly, pressing down while rolling it around in circles. You buck your hips into his hand, making him chuckle due to you becoming so quickly desperate for him. He knew how much you loved his touches, and especially when he reached downwards, teasing you on your most sensitive parts. 

“J-Jungkook, ah fuck!” You let out when he gently pinches your clit between his thumb and index finger, while two of his fingers rubbed themselves in between your lips, collecting the wetness that grew with every touch of his. Fuck, Jungkook loved feeling how soaked you got because of him. 

Feeling too overwhelmed by the feeling, you decide to return the favor, grabbing onto his clothed cock that’s fully hard beneath his sweatpants. He feels heavy in your palm as you grope him, while squeezing the tip by the edges. Jungkook seems to really enjoy your hands, when he chooses to pull his pants down, revealing it. He doesn’t ever stop touching you, you feel how his fingertips curve around your hole, teasing around it even though you need them in you. So to play it fair, you hop on the teasing train and give it back. When Jungkook realizes how you don’t exactly touch him as he expected, he pulls a frown on his face. 

“What?” You hold back a smile, biting on your bottom lip. 

“Don’t do that.” His frown remains, eyes dropped down to the sight of your fingers caressing the soft skin of his cock. You don’t say something at first, letting him wonder for a little longer why you’re suddenly pulling that card right now. 

“Then stop teasing me.” You whisper in his ear, biting down on his earlobe before your mouth runs down to the tiny mole on his neck. You kiss it gently, feeling Jungkook take a deep breath by how his chest moves forward. 

“I’m not. I’m just—“ Jungkook pauses, waiting for you to look at him instead of smothering with small kisses. When you finally do, you quirk an eyebrow. 

“You’re just?” 

“I’m just taking my time, angel.” 

Angel. A nickname Jungkook picked up on quickly after you started dating. He tells you it just simply fits you, but you know deep down it’s because he loves your little angel wings tattoo on your rib cage. 

“But I need your—“ You gasp when Jungkook pushes both of his fingers inside of you with no warning. He catches you completely off guard, smirking when he notices how your eyes are closed, immersed by the feeling of being full. 

“You were saying?” He teases you now, latching his lips on your shoulder. 

You aren’t keen on answering him, instead you push yourself up and down on his fingers, fucking yourself on them. 

“S-shit.” Jungkook says, in surprise of how dirty you are, as you don’t even hesitate to chase an orgasm, by simply having his fingers inside of you. While you’re enjoying the feeling of his fingers, you’re tempted to have his tongue on you as well. Letting your thoughts aside, you finally stroke him as he wishes, noticing how the tip is already wet. Somehow you find a synchronized tempo, your hand stroking him with your every movement in your hips. Jungkook groans against your shoulder, his tongue moving on your exposed skin, letting you feel how wet it is. 

“Hold on.” You stop abruptly, too impatient, so you remove yourself from his lap to stand and remove your clothing as quickly as possible. Jungkook’s eyes pop open when he sees your naked form, so focused on how beautiful you look that he forgets to take his own off. 

“Come on, wanna see you.” You encourage him, standing in between his legs. 

Jungkook gulps down, biting his lip before grabbing the waistband of the sweatpants along with his boxers. When everything is off, you’re exposed to his tattoos that adorn his thigh. Jungkook had gotten them all in one night while he was drunk, wanting to be able to endure the pain even though he secretly had a pain kink. The tattoos are so random, but very Jungkook. 

You reach forward, tracing your fingers on the details of the three black stars accompanied by two gaming consoles. Till this day you still don’t understand why he picked those as tattoos, but he was always impulsive when it came to anything but his sleeve. 

The sleeve was something he worked on for a long time, finding different designs and how they could connect all together and hang in a harmony. You remember how you watched it day by day become the sleeve you’re met with today. The memory of sitting down next to him when he got his first tattoo, is clear as a day. 

Jungkook tries to get your attention again, noticing you spacing off as you admire his tattoos. “What are you thinking?” The question is simple, but fuck the answer isn’t. You’ve seen and heard about thigh riding and how it somehow manages to stimulate the clit. You’ve never tried it. Yes, you and Jungkook were open and honest about whatever you wanted to experiment, which explains how you’ve done almost anything, but minor things weren’t really spoken about. Fantasies were meant to be kept as those simple wishes that are never meant to be made into life, but somehow you wanted to risk a bit today. It is your birthday after all, and you really want to have his thigh under you while you ride. 

“I wanna…” You start, positioning yourself on top of his thigh without a question, testing the waters a bit to see his reaction. Jungkook’s eyebrows raise at your chosen position, awaiting for you to finish. You move closer, pecking his lips softly before murmuring. “Wanna ride your thigh.” 

Jungkook stays quiet, which causes you to worry, until he moves backwards, lifting his thigh a bit, causing your core to graze the skin. “Yeah?” Jungkook glances at you, his lips curving into a somewhat smile. 

“Mhm.” You hum in agreement, grabbing the nape of his neck to kiss him again. Both of your knees rest on the comforters, while you slowly begin to find a pace. Jungkook can feel how wet you are whenever your core moves back and forth on it. He wants to look down, to see his tattoos covered in your slick and see them glisten. Instead, he lets you experiment, while holding his hand on your back to guide you. 

You never stop kissing each other, groping and gripping on whatever you can get your hands off, as you begin to pick up another pace. Jungkook starts to tense under you, the edges of his muscles becoming more prominent as you feel your clit rub against it. It feels different but good. 

Even though you’re fully focused on the new sensation, you don’t miss out on stroking your boyfriend who’s watching you with pleased eyes by this new sight. You’re not sure if he’s been wanting to try this too or if it’s only you — by the looks of it Jungkook seems to be getting even more turned on than earlier watching you do this. 

Jungkook doesn’t even know where to look. He wants to watch your hand stroke him, he wants to watch your expressions as you move your hips back and forth and of course, the tattoos covered in your wetness. 

You’re in too much pleasure to even have your eyes open. Therefore you settle on resting your head in the corner of Jungkook’s neck. 

“Feel good, angel?” Jungkook pants out, starting to feel his own orgasm emerge with each stroke. 

“Y-yeah—“ You can barely form it into words, aiming for that orgasm you’ve been wanting since Jungkook decided to tease you earlier. You really fucking need this. 

It’s there, in the pit of your stomach, about to pull the final string when Jungkook forces you to stop. His hand feels warm against your lower region, while he’s trying to catch his breath himself. 

“I don’t want to come like this. Wanna fuck you.” Your hand retrieves from his cock, letting out short breaths while you try your best to remain calm over being interrupted in the middle of an upcoming orgasm. Jungkook can easily tell you were close, he could hear how your moans suddenly turned strained and how your fingers were tightening their hold on him. But, fuck, he really didn’t want to come like this. He wants to feel you, stretch you out as you engulf him. So, he’ll do just that. 

“Baby, come here.” Jungkook murmurs, pulling you forward to plant a soft kiss on your temple. Now he’s trying to smother you with kisses, and you giggle softly at the tickling sensation when he starts rubbing his nose on the apple of your cheek. 

“I love you.” You remind him again, never being tired of catching that tiny sparkle emitting in his eyes when he hears it. 

“I love you.” Jungkook repeats, while you push him down on his back. The long hair spreads out on the white sheets, curling around while he tucks it back with both hands. There’s something extremely hot about Jungkook’s new length of hair, because it’s new. 

Your hands fiddle with the curled hair, while you prop your wet core on his cock, grinding back and forth on it. Jungkook moves his head upwards, his lips biting down on your bottom lip while he groans. His hips move upwards, showing desperation to get you inside and frankly you can’t really wait either. So, you move downwards, kissing his stomach and sucking down on the mole by his rib cage. 

“So pretty.” You mumble on his skin, showing love to his tummy and tiny waist. He whines at the contact and how you worship every part of him. 

“I love every part of you, Koo.” You admit, settling upwards to push yourself down on him. Jungkook nibbles on his lip ring, blushing at your comment. 

“I’m so lucky to have you, angel.” Your body grows hot, the love soaring through your veins before you ease yourself down, letting it stretch you open. Both of your mouths fall agape with a moan when his cock is finally buried inside. 

“C-come here, fuck.” Jungkook pleads, grabbing your back with both hands so your chests collide. His skin feels warm and soft against yours, sweat beginning to accumulate with each thrust from your side. The movements are slow yet rough, Jungkook’s grip never stops being tight on your body. He seems overwhelmed by everything, his eyes watching you all while you buck your hips. 

“Shit—“ He lets out, his hand trailing up to your nape, holding it while your lips glide over his. 

“Mhm.” You begin to quicken the pace, wanting to come. Jungkook feels you clench with every thrust, sending him into an orbit of pleasure. 

You lean your forehead on his, catching your eyes trailing down to his abs and the view of his cock disappearing inside of you. 

The fantasy of riding his abs keeps coming back at you, the urge climbing higher when they tense with every movement. 

Somehow Jungkook can sense you’re thinking about something, noticing the frown while you’re solemnly focused on his abs. 

“Hey, you okay?” Your eyes move back to his, nodding yet Jungkook isn’t convinced. “Tell me.” He breathes out, wanting to know but fuck, he can’t even fully concentrate when you feel so warm and wet. 

“It’s nothing—“ You moan again, his cock almost fully out before you place yourself back down. You’re certain he won’t ask again, so you go back, riding him fully. 

Jungkook grabs ahold of your waist, moving his hand from your nape to your jaw. “Baby, it’s your birthday. Wanna give you everything. Just— ah! Tell me.” Jungkook once again bites down on his lip, a groan escaping due to the feeling of you around him. 

“J-just… wanna ride your abs.” Honesty is something you both have been really good at. If something’s bothering either one of you, you express it. 

“F-fuck.” Jungkook’s cock twitches at your words and you’re surprised that he’s even more turned on after you admitted one of your fantasies. 

You don’t really know what to say, instead you go back to chasing an orgasm for you both. You haven’t even thrusted once and Jungkook stops you. “I want you to.” 

Oh. 

“Are you sure—“

Jungkook pecks your lips, “yes.” 

Therefore, you pull yourself out, moving upwards to face his abs. You keep your eyes locked on Jungkook’s, to make sure he wants this. After all, this is brand new territory for you both. 

Without thinking too much, you prop yourself down, your core being able to feel the prominent details of Jungkook’s tensed abs. 

“Fuck—“ You whine, shamelessly picking up your earlier movements and fucking yourself on them. Jungkook grabs a hold of his cock, jerking it off behind you. The slick sounds are loud with every stroke. 

Jungkook takes you by surprise when his thumb traces in circles around your rim. “J-Jungkook.” It almost sounds like a warning, but it’s rather a surprising shock. You kind of didn’t expect for him to touch you there, not that you don’t mind. 

It only increases the pleasure for you, as you continue with no care in the world. Fuck, why didn’t you do this before? 

“That’s it angel.” Jungkook says, caressing the edges of your rim, while watching you in complete awe. There’s just something about you loving every part of him that you want to do more than just simply touch it. When you had first expressed the idea, Jungkook already found himself imagining the scenery, which caused his cock to twitch. 

When he’s watching the actual scene, he can’t even describe what he’s seeing. Fuck, you’re so beautiful, sweat accumulating on your shoulders and breasts, mouth agape letting the sweet sound of your moans roam the room freely. 

Whenever Jungkook tenses his abs beneath you, it meets your clit, the friction being completely different from anything you’ve felt before. It also explains how you’re not even a few seconds from coming. Your pants turn shorter, your body twitching slightly as the orgasm is closer to the edge. 

“Come on baby, wanna see you come.” Jungkook expresses, close as well, his cock about to give in but not before he sees you cover his abs with cum. 

“Mhm— fuck.” That’s all you needed for the band to snap, your body returning to normal after dragged itself one more time. While you’re trying to catch your breath again, Jungkook lets out a loud whine followed by a gasp when he finishes right behind you, all over his hand. 

“Holy shit.” Jungkook says, giggling shortly right after, still in shock of what just happened. 

“Yeah.” You agree, moving down to lay down next to him. Your hands begin to caress his cheeks while you both just lay in silence. 

“Happy birthday, bub.” Jungkook finishes it off with a small but heartfelt kiss to your lips.

© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

Good Morning

Summary: Morning sex with DILF Yoongi. That’s it. That’s about it.

Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader

Rating: EXPLICIT. No minors allowed.

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, dad Yoongi + mom OC

WC: 1k

Warning: oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, protected sex, domestic sex (??), smut with a bit of fluff i guess….

~Part of the Domestic Yoongi series~

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seven days a week | jjk (m) masterlist

>> summary jeon jungkook has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

>> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

>> genre fwb!au | college au | pwp

>> status completed!

>> word count 14.1k

>> rated +18

INDEX

MONDAY  

TUESDAY

WEDNESDAY

THURSDAY

FRIDAY

SATURDAY

SUNDAY

© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

reminder | jjk (m) pt. 2

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

summary: Whenever he flies back into town, your doorbell is the first he rings. When he has to fly out again, your bed is the last he lies in. However, you’re not stupid. You know your ex-boyfriend, that also happens to be an up-and-coming professional boxer, Jeon Jungkook, doesn’t come to you only. Unfortunately, you have no right to be jealous, not when you’re the one that ended the relationship.

genre: angst ; smut ; bit of fluff ; exes with benefits

warnings: explicit sexual content, angst i mean a lot of angst, so much pining, exes 2 lovers, exes with benefits, flashback, this part is just backstory tbh, vaginal sex, sad love making, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE), creampie, possessive!jk, obsessive!jk, boxer!jk, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, yoongi cameo, marking, bruising, overstimulation, jealous!reader, arguing, angry!jk, forceful restraining, a lot of crying, minors DNI

category: three-shot

wordcount: 8.6k

a/n: i originally wasnt planning on making this a two parter but the love yall gave pt 1 was so overwhelming esp since i just got back into writing. all the support has been so amazing and it made me wanna give u a second part. thank u sm <3

a/n 2: i might add a part 3/final part but that rlly depends on whether u guys would even want that or if you’re okay with this ending. cause i could easily make part 3 sad as hell 🤭🤭🤭

— m.list & concept video

<- part one ; part two ↓

2 years earlier

“No.”

“Okay, then I’ll just tell Yoongi-hyung to take less matches.” His attempts at trying to reason with you shoot daggers straight into your heart. His hands are tightly gripping your waist, heavy with fear that you’ll slip through his fingers.

“Jungkook.” His name leaves your mouth in a quiet sigh, your eyes avoiding his desperate ones as you keep your gaze glued to the wall over his left shoulder. “Just stop.”

“No, I’m not going to stop,” he declares with a pinch of hopelessness in his tone, his brows scrunched together as his eyes keep desperately searching for yours. “Please, just look at me.”

You’re convinced the lump in your throat is lathered in sand paper because swallowing your anxiety is getting harder by the minute.

His hand gently cups the side of your face, the pad of his rough thumb softly rubbing the apple of your burning cheek. “Look at me, Y/N.”

Your eyes slowly trail back to his and the sight in front of you is exactly what you’d feared. His pretty brown eyes are now pools of despair and distress and it won’t take long for you to drown in them because once you do, there’ll be no turning back. You’re not strong enough to deny him.

Heavy silence settles around the two of you, the air thick with turmoil and bitterness. His proximity and his desperation breaks your resolve faster than a thin layer of ice on a rain puddle.

A deep exhale pushes past your lips, your arms still limp by your side as you let him tilt your face up to look at him properly. You finally break the silence as you speak up, “Maybe we should just–”

“No.”

His abrupt ‘no’ immediately cuts you off but you can’t say that you didn’t expect that.

“Don’t ever suggest that again,” he adds, a stern frown on his face.

Jungkook comes from a line of short relationships and situationships and when he initially started talking to you, that’s how he thought it was going to end with you. Just a few months of fun but he was proved horribly wrong and it was like a punch to the gut for him.

He never expected that the little things would ever matter to him, that he would ever pay attention to any of it. Because he never did.

You were different.

He fell in love with everything about you. 

Your eyes. Your smile. Your lips. The bridge of your nose.

The way your tongue pokes out at the corner of your mouth when you’re concentrating, the way your brows pinch together and your eyes squint when you can’t read something from a distance, the way your eyebrows raise when your name is called.

The way you’re selfless and selfish at the same time, the way you always try his shit-cooking but never discourage him, the way you subconsciously stroke his hair when he’s dozing off in your lap.

Everything about you, he finds endearing.

Not just endearing, he loves it. He loves you.

Anyone on the outside would call Jungkook’s behaviour obsessive and maybe it is but you’re just the same with him.

However, Jungkook is starting to flush his dream down the toilet for you and you don’t want that. You love him too much to allow him to let anyone else get in the way of his dream.

“Please, don’t do this to me,” he pleads with a crack to his voice, salty tears noticeably pooling in his eyes. He peels his hand off your face to run it through his short locks, tugging on them in distress before he brings his hand back to your face. “Please.”

“Jungkook,” you plead, your voice choked up and your tone desperate. “I can’t let you do this.” 

It all started a few days ago. He told you he had cancelled on partaking in a tournament that would literally set his career off, all because you had come down with a fever. You had gotten into an argument with him about it, about how you’re not a little kid, about how this is important for him, about how he shouldn’t take it so lightly, not after he wasted all his teenage years training.

He dismissed you, telling you there were always other opportunities and that you were more important.

And you feel guilty. Extremely guilty. Because you’re the one that always complains about how much you’d miss him when he’s gone, how much you’d worry that he’d get seriously hurt, which is initially why the entire argument started.

But because Jungkook has never really been by himself – always in and out of relationships – he’s very dependent on you. He’s extremely attached to you as you are to him, which is exactly why you can’t allow him to water down his dream. Not for you.

“I’ll tell Yoongi-hyung not to cancel, okay? I’ll go, just tell me you won’t–”

“Jungkook, stop.”

The silence that settles around you is more painful than the sound of sharp nails scraping down a chalkboard. You can’t stand his big brown eyes so full of hurt and distress.

“I think it’s best if you take some time for yourself,” you start, carefully choosing your words next. “Figure yourself out. What you want, what you need.”

His hands loosen their grip on your face and you internally wince, your pounding heart free falling straight to your feet. Your eyes catch his bottom lip quivering and you have to blink your own tears away as his hands drop from your face, falling limp by his side.

“I’ll be here whenever you need me,” you quickly add, your own hands coming up to cup his face but his gaze shifts down, staring at the necklace around your neck that he gifted you.

He idly blinks at the pendant as if it displays your memories to him, deep in thought as he starts nibbling on his bottom lip which he does when he’s anxious. 

“Jungkook,” you quietly say, hoping to catch his attention but he closes his eyes instead, his thick brows pinched together in unwavering concentration and his teeth still chewing on the soft flesh of his lips.

You try to ignore the worry burning in your throat. He’s usually so readable, so animated but right now he’s not giving you anything. It’s almost as if you’re staring at a blank canvas. It worries you because for the first time ever, you can’t tell what he’s thinking.

You fill your lungs with a generous amount of oxygen and hold it for a moment before exhaling through your mouth. You need to give him all the time and silence he needs, so you do. You just hold him close, you don’t speak, you don’t move. You let him come to terms with it on his own.

That is, until you notice blood trickling down his chin.

Your eyes instantly shoot wide open. “Stop that, you’re bleeding!” you exclaim, using your thumb to tug his bottom lip from under his teeth and he lets you. All that chewing and nibbling on his bottom lip has seemingly opened up his old wound again, a cut on the corner of his lip that he got during a match a week prior.

Your big worried eyes are the first thing he sees when he opens his and the tears that were pooling in his eyes have started rolling down his reddened cheeks.

You drop your hands from his face and reach for his wrist, tightly wrapping your fingers around it and drag him all the way to your bathroom.

“Sit down,” you demand after shutting the lid to the toilet seat. Jungkook simply listens, lowering himself onto the seat without a word.

You swing your cupboards open, reaching for the first aid kit you keep stored away here because your boyfriend is a boxer and stuff like wounds opening again happens regularly. You turn to him again, pouring some disinfectant on a cotton pad and hunch over him, taking your time cleaning him up.

He doesn’t so much as hiss, the stinging is something he’s used to. But this atmosphere isn’t something either of you are used to. You’ve often cleaned his wounds and he would always hold you, tease you, make your job harder by trying to jumpscare you but now he’s just sitting there, blankly staring ahead.

A defeated sigh leaves your lips as you kneel down in front of him, gently rubbing his knees and thighs over the fabric of his sweatpants with your clammy hands.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, “look at me.” 

There’s nothing more you want at this moment than for him to look at you. To see you. To acknowledge you.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, his gaze slowly but surely shifts. His dark gaze drapes over your sad face, still not a single word for you on his tongue. The way he’s just blankly staring you down with blood-shot eyes is making a sob bubble up your throat but you forcefully swallow it down.

You have to be strong right now. If not for you, then for him.

Your hands firmly hold his, bringing them up to your mouth and placing gentle kisses on the cracked skin of his knuckles. You lift your ass off the back of your feet, rising up on your knees and leaning into his face as you softly press your lips to the apples of his cheeks to kiss his tears away, neglecting your own tears.

He sniffs silently, tugging one hand out of your grip as he uses the back of his hand to wipe his runny nose. He just continues to stare at you and it’s starting to take its toll on you.

“Please, say something,” you plead, vulnerability clouding your tone.

“So,” he starts, “that’s it? That’s how we’re ending?”

“Jungkook,” you pause as you shake your head, hoping the right words will come to you, “You always put others first.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a tight embrace but his arms stay limp by his side, his quiet sniffles ringing in your ears. “I just want you to put yourself first, for once.”

“But I love you.” He sounds so defeated, his voice choked and barely there.

“I know you do,” you whisper as you pull back to look at him, arms still tightly wrapped around his neck and your face mere centimeters away from his. “I love you too. Which is why I can’t let you do this.” 

He finds the sincere look in your eyes and slowly begins to nod in understanding, wiping his tears with his sleeve.

You rise to your feet and wipe your own tears, holding your hand out for him to take. He doesn’t take it though, and he gets up from the toilet without looking at you.

The single action makes you want to bawl, excessively burst into tears in front of him, drop down to your knees like a robot powering off, scream into the void but you can’t. He’d never leave if he saw you like that.

The both of you silently make your way to the front door, the only sounds being heard are the sounds of your footsteps shuffling and the occasional sniffling from the both of you.

You slowly turn to look at him, but he’s still avoiding your gaze. You part your lips to say something but to your surprise, he lunges at you and wraps his arms around your frame tightly, pulling you into his heaving chest.

You bury your face in his chest, ear pressed into his hard breastbone. You inhale his scent, his faded cologne still lingering on his clothes. A hint of citrus and musk fills your nostrils, the combination of his familiar scent and his beating heart singlehandedly calming you down.

With your hands gently rubbing his back, you’re letting him know you’re still here from every direction, from every angle, from everywhere.

You stand there like that for a moment, just enjoying each other’s embrace.

He slowly pulls back to look at you as he cups your face, another sniffle leaving him. “Can I kiss you?” he quietly asks, uncertainty in his pained voice. “One last time,” he adds.

Yes. Of course. Always.

There’s nothing more you want than that but should you really? You know it won’t stop with a kiss, especially if the possibility of this being your last time clouds both of your minds.

(Read: it wasn’t your last time.)

Before you even have the time to form a coherent response, your body moves on its own as you press your lips to his in a soft kiss. His eyes flutter shut and he holds you close, hands still cradling your cheeks.

It’s selfish. You know it’s selfish.

You softly hum into the kiss, squeezing his waist with your arms. You try to be careful not to graze his wound and hurt him in the process but it’s him that doesn’t care. He tilts his head, pressing his lips firmer to yours in the meantime.

He slowly backs you against the door and you let him, still lost in the void of space that is his kiss. He drops his hand to your jaw, fingers draping over the back of your neck as he continues to kiss you, trying to pull your face even closer.

It isn’t until a droplet drops onto your face that you realize he’s crying again. You slowly pull back, a quivering pout on your lips as you peek up at him through your lashes.

He quickly wipes the corners of his eyes and the apples of his cheeks with the back of his hand. “Sorry.”

You shake your head, swallowing the pathetic cry that’s threatening to burst out of your throat.

His red eyes shift back to yours and it looks like he’s contemplating something. You let him take all the time he needs, still holding him close.

“Can I make love to you?” he asks, quietly. The quiver in his tone makes him sound uncertain but it could also be from all that crying.

Before you can reply, he adds, “One last time.”

You inhale deeply through your nose and exhale through your mouth, eyes never leaving his.

“Yes.”

•••

And that’s how you find yourself completely naked, sprawled out on your bed, with the love of your life on top of you and his hips wedged in between your thighs as he passionately thrusts into you. Break-up sex really is mind-blowing.

“Jungkook,” you cry, your nails scraping down his back and undoubtedly breaking skin.

His face is buried in the crook of your neck, the tip of his nose grazing your hairline and the consistent pace of his thrusts never faltering. The pace is soft yet hard, calm yet angry, loving yet hateful.

“I love you,” he breathlessly declares into your ear, his sweaty chest pressed into yours. “I love you so much.”

The only response you can get out are cries of pleasure and his name, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist in hopes he doesn’t go.

It’s contradictory. You know it’s contradictory.

“You need to forget about me,” you whisper in between soft moans, voice lathered in desperation and hurt.

He scoffs at that, a humorless chuckle leaving his lips as he pulls back to stare down at you, a rougher edge to his thrusting in the meantime. “I will never forget about you,” he grunts, brows scrunched together in anger. He’s staring at you like you’re crazy for even suggesting that.

You simply moan in response, eyes fluttering close as your cranium sinks further into your pillows.

Your eyes immediately shoot open again when his wet mouth latches onto your left breast, tongue circling your erect nipple.

Your hands move up to his shoulders, squeezing them tightly. “It won’t be easy to forget about you either,” you say, reminding him this is a two-way street.

His thrusting comes to a full stop. Fear bubbles in your stomach as you watch his expression shift in real time. You can’t read him.

“I will never let you forget about me.”

His face is blank but his tone is vicious, instantly knocking the air out of your lungs. You gaze up at him with big eyes, not a single rebuttal coming to mind.

He pushes himself off of you, unwrapping your legs from his waist and firmly wrapping his own hands around the back of your knees. His grip on them is almost painful but you don’t have the time to think about that when he forcefully shoves your legs against your mattress, leaving you wide open and exposed for him.

You yelp at the sudden change, ready to scold him but he slides right back into you which leaves you speechless and empty-minded.

His thrusts are still the same, not too rough and not too soft, just to let you know that he hates how much he loves you.

Your hand trails down your stomach to your own sex, reaching down and furiously rubbing your sensitive clit as your brows furrow in concentration.

The rhythmic sound of his hips slamming into your thighs has you hypnotized, the way he’s taking his time because this would be his last has you intoxicated with pure bliss and pleasure.

(Read: again; it wasn’t.)

Your orgasm soon starts approaching you and Jungkook can tell by the way your thighs tense, your walls clench, your mouth falls open and your eyes are squeezed shut, not to mention the pretty sounds falling from your lips.

He lets go of your legs and places his hands on each side of your waist, supporting your legs with his strong arms as he leans forwards and lets his tongue attack your neck. He moves one of his hands down to where you’re connected and slaps your hand away, rubbing insanity-inducing circles on your clit while his other arm keeps your leg spread wide open for him.

He viciously sucks a massive bruise onto the side of your neck and you can’t protest because you are utterly powerless under him as your orgasm drops on you like a pile of bricks, his consistent pace of thrusting into you has you floating on clouds and has your brain exploding with dopamine.

You pathetically sob at the amount of pleasure he’s giving you, your limbs falling limp next to your body as he continues to thrust into your wetness, chasing his own orgasm.

The next words out of your mouth selfishly blurt out their own. “I love you,” you whimper, earning a loud groan from him as the pace of his hips rocking into yours picks up.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grunts quietly, returning to sucking on your neck, essentially marking you.

“Why are you–”

“It’s a reminder.” Is all he says, already knowing you were going to complain about the unmissable hickey forming on your neck. He knows you bruise easily and they tend to last obnoxiously long on your skin.

He’s making sure you’re reminded of him and all the things you’ve been through every time you look at yourself in the mirror, every time you try to take a picture of yourself, every time you so much as go out in public.

You squirm under him from the overstimulation and that’s when it dawns on him that he’s still stimulating your clit. “Think you can cum again? With me?” he grunts but answering him is useless, useless because he’s still rubbing your sensitive clit and you’re still writhing under him.

You cry his name out, hips jolting roughly but he just holds you down firmly with his own hips as he furiously rubs to get you to your climax again.

Your stomach is already starting to clench, “Please! Please,” you plead, begging for something you don’t even know. You’re not sure why you’re begging, you’re not even sure what you’re begging for or how long you’ve been begging because the pleads just spill from your lips on a continuous loop.

Jungkook seems to know, though, because he simply nods to your pathetic pleads, kissing away your tears. Even when he’s hurting, he’s taking care of you.

You don’t deserve him.

A scream rips through your throat as your second orgasm approaches you even faster than the first, hitting you like a pick-up truck coming at you full speed. Your legs violently jerk, your hands scratching Jungkook’s biceps open but that never hinders his love-making as he just keeps thrusting into you at the same pace.

You’re a crying mess, vision blurred by tears and your head almost combusting from the amount of dopamine that it’s releasing. He retreats his fingers when you’ve ridden out your high and places his hand flat against the mattress, next to your waist, bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead.

His hips begin to stutter in their rhythm and it doesn’t take long after for him to come undone inside of you, painting your walls with his cum as a chorus of moans and your name falls from his lips, head dropping into the crook of your neck.

Another sob rips through your throat as he continues to thrust his load into you, the gushing sounds of your arousal and his cum almost as loud as the sound of his hips slamming into yours.

Once his thrusts come to a full stop, heavy breaths leaving his mouth and droplets of his sweat dropping onto your skin, he collapses on top of you. You stay there, trapped under him. Unfortunately for your rational self, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

And that’s when the world around you blurs and fades.

The following morning, you wake up to a loud alarm coming from your phone, an empty spot in the bed where he once lied and an ugly bruise on the side of your neck with no knowledge of the small red box containing an even smaller ring that swam in the deep pockets of his sweatpants.

•••

You don’t see Jungkook the next day, or even the day after that. You don’t see him the following week and not even the following month.

No, you see him for the first time 3 months after your break-up and he has returned with the golden medal from the tournament that more or less caused your break-up in his luggage.

It all happened when you groggily awoke from your slumber, ready to kill whoever was bothering you at 11PM by knocking on your front door. You wrapped your silk bathrobe around your figure and lazily dragged your feet down your hall, peeking into the peephole once you made it to your front door. It was blackened out and it made your heart sink into your stomach.

As a woman living alone, you had to take drastic measures to stay safe, so someone blocking out your view of them through your peephole instantly sent paralyzing fear down your spine. You clutched your phone close, ready to dial emergency services if necessary and your eyes roamed your surroundings for any possible weapons to defend yourself with.

“Who’s there?” you called out from behind the closed door, ear pressed into the hard material. 

It was quiet for a few seconds before you heard a faint sigh and a familiar voice say, “Delivery.”

Your heart plummeted to the ground. You’d never, ever forget that voice. And he knows that too.

Your stomach clenched and your feet went cold. In record time, a layer of sweat formed onto your forehead.

It’s Jungkook. You know it’s Jungkook.

You shouldn’t have, you know you shouldn’t have but your hands were already moving on their own as they slowly unlocked the front door. You held your breath as you slowly pulled the door open, your eyes instantly met with big brown eyes decorated with eyebags caused by a lack of sleep.

There he was, luggage by his feet. 

His hair was a bit longer than when you last saw him and he had an ugly cut in his left brow, making you internally hope that wound wouldn’t leave a scar on his beautiful face.

You hadn’t realized how quiet it had been until he deeply inhaled, unsure of what to make of your reaction. Your eyes shifted to the space behind him, a car parked a few meters back with Min Yoongi, his manager, leaned against it and his arms crossed as he stared back at you.

Your eyes shifted back to Jungkook, his teeth once again anxiously chewing and abusing his bottom lip. You finally decided to speak up, “Why are you back?”

“Why are you beautiful?” he retorted immediately and if he noticed your resolve breaking instantaneously, he didn’t comment on it.

You were fucked up. You told him you’d be here whenever he needed you and there he was, but you didn’t expect him to take you up on the offer on a random Tuesday at 11PM.

You slowly began to shake your head in disapproval, stomach ready to churn and empty out on his sneakers. 

“I miss you, Y/N. Please, don’t make me leave.”

His gaze dropped to your throat as you gulped, lingering on the necklace he got you when you first started dating. It was a thin silver chain with a very small tear-shaped pendant centered in between your collarbones, the pendant being sapphire, his birthstone.

He had gifted you this gorgeous necklace on your 3 month anniversary and poor Jungkook – who had never bought a significant other an anniversary gift at that time – thought you didn’t like it because in the instant that he pulled it out to show you, you doubled over and threw up all over your brand new pumps.

You had to assure him for hours on end that it must’ve been that weird omelette you ate that morning and that you absolutely adored the necklace. And you did, you were absolutely obsessed with it. You immediately put it on and kept fidgeting with the pendant, every time it grazed your fingertips it made you feel like you were directly touching him.

That’s when he made you promise to never, ever take it off.

And you had no intention of breaking your promise, it seemed.

(Read: You wordlessly took it off the first time Jungkook returned from a trip with a purple hickey on his neck that you didn’t give him.)

You blurted out the next words without thinking, “I’d never make you leave.” You weren’t lying when you said that because truly, you missed him too. You barely ate, you barely slept, nothing felt the same without him.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise at your words, his teeth finally giving his bottom lip a break. “So, if I did this,” he said as he took a step forward, towering over your figure as he stood a few centimeters in your entrance and kicked his luggage toward the accent table by your front door, “you wouldn’t stop me?”

Your doe-like eyes shifted up to meet his, pretty lashes kissing your brow bone as you carefully watched him. “Jungkook,” you mumbled in a warning tone.

“And if I did this,” he continued, stepping further inside and closing the door behind him, “you wouldn’t stop me?”

You stayed silent, just hoping to your Lord that Jungkook wouldn’t touch you because the moment he would, you’d melt into his embrace and forget about all the hard work you put into yourself those past 3 months.

Almost as if he could read your mind, he continued, “And if I did this,” he added as he slowly and carefully cupped your face, his palms fitting perfectly around the curve of your cheeks as if he was made to hold you. “You still wouldn’t stop me?”

Your lips twitched in response and a scrunch settled between your brows. His familiar scent, that smell that you loved so damn much, entered your nostrils and you could inhale it for the rest of your life. You weren’t sure if you were happy or angry, or both. The word ‘both’ always seemed to describe anything ever, if it involved Jungkook.

Your stern eyes intently watched as his face closed in on yours, lips brushing yours but never actually kissing you. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he whispered, soft puffs of his warm breath draping over your lips.

Not a single word left your lips at that moment, your gaze dropping down from his eyes to his lips. They trailed his wide cupid’s bow, the fading scar from that cut months ago, the curve of his bottom lip. Fuck, you had missed him. You had missed him a lot.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, hoping to get some kind of response from you. “Say something.”

Without hesitation and with a whole lot of selfishness, you pressed your lips onto his, your hands desperately grabbing fists full of his bomber jacket. In an attempt to pull him closer, you tugged on his bomber jacket, not caring if the fabric tore from the strength you were tugging on it with.

His lips instantly worked back against yours, rough hands still cradling your face gently. He tilted his head to the side, a low grunt leaving his throat. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much.” He didn’t stop kissing you to let you know that, the words just tickling your mouth as he took another step forward, wanting to trap you in his embrace.

You let him, though, wanting nothing more than to be pinned against the wall as he passionately kissed you, kissed you like he had 3 months to catch up on or kissed you like you two had never been apart.

You missed his hands and how they slowly trailed from your face down to your waist, to your hips and then to the back of your thighs. All those years of him training his arms and lifting ridiculous amounts of weights come in handy, because without any question you let him lift you off the floor and keep you pinned against the wall, his strong arms securely holding you.

You never had to worry about your weight with Jungkook because his massive arms would never let you down.

With your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, you hummed in satisfaction against his lips. You were going to regret letting him in the next day but right in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to give a single fuck. All you craved, all you wanted, all you needed was him. And you’d be damned if you let him walk away that night.

Because one more time wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

(Read: that also wasn’t the last time.)

It wasn’t ever the last time. Every time you tried to forget about him, he was right there to remind you again.

Because after he fucked you into your once-shared bed that night, he was back a week later. And the week after that. And after that. And after that too.

And you never once made him leave.

•••

Jungkook had been gone for 2 and a half weeks this time, the first time he had been away for that long aside from the 3 months directly after your break-up. At this point, it had been 7 months since you ended your relationship but 4 months of regularly sleeping with him.

It’s wrong. You know it’s wrong.

But it feels right. So damn right.

And you don’t understand it, because he single handedly dissolves your need for change, your need for new things, your need for a breath of fresh air.

You peek into the peephole at 12:03AM after hearing his rhythmic knocking, once again covered by his thumb. You fight the smile that’s threatening to creep up your lips as you swing your front door open.

“You’re back,” you huff, a mischievous smirk on your lips as you eye his wavy hair, just long enough to be tucked behind his ears.

“You’re beautiful,” he replies right away, throwing his luggage by your accent table before lunging straight at you and wrapping his arms around you.

He says it every single time and it doesn’t fail to leave you breathless all over again. You wrap your arms around his waist and inhale his scent again, nose buried in his black shirt.

“Are you hungry?” you ask him as you pull back to glance up at him, doe-eyes drinking him in.

“No, I ate with hyung.” He shakes his head, tongue swiping along his bottom lip as he smoothes out the scrunch between your brows with the pad of his thumb.

You take note that there are no new cuts or bruises on his face, he must be getting really good. You’re proud. You really hate when you have to think about him being in physical pain. Or any kind of pain, for that matter.

“So, what do you want to do?” you ask with a faint grin on your lips, already knowing the answer to your own question.

“I want to kiss you,” he pauses as he tilts his head to the side, “will you let me?”

Your eyes soften at his words, he’ll always ask if he can kiss you before he does anything else. It’s endearing. He’s endearing.

You slightly nod your head to his question, your eyes fluttering close in anticipation. His lips softly brush against yours, never actually kissing you. You can tell he’s smirking against your lips and you immaturely whine his name.

He chuckles before finally pressing his lips against yours and you instantly allow yourself to melt in his hold. His fingers gently cup your face, his tongue licking at your lips. You grant him access by parting your lips, allowing him to lick into your mouth as you moan at the taste of him.

“I want to fuck you,” he says breathlessly when he pulls away, “please, let me.”

You kiss your teeth with a loud smack as you wordlessly tug him toward your bedroom, giggling as you hear him ditch his shirt on your way there.

You flick on your night lamp before turning to him but the sight in front of you instantly knocks the air out of your lungs.

You halt in your movements, the lungs in your chest burning with something you can’t describe. Your eyes slowly drape over his neck, the fresh bruise mockingly staring back at you.

He notices you staring and his hand instantly flies up to his neck, right over the hickey as if he’d forgotten he had it, his eyes wide like a dog that’s been caught ripping apart his owner’s favorite shirt.

The necklace he gifted you that’s prettily sitting on your collar bones suddenly feels like it’s tightening around the perimeter of your neck, strangling you and squeezing out every bit of oxygen that’s left in your lungs.

“Don’t,” he pauses as he tries to think of a way to say what he wants to say without worsening the situation, “don’t look at me like that,” he finishes, rubbing the hickey as if it would disappear.

You shake your head and press your lips into a thin line. You take a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking, “I’m not looking at you like anything.” If you could shoot yourself in the mouth for sounding so pathetic and bitter, you would.

“Yes, you are,” he mumbles, hand still awkwardly rubbing over his bruised skin. “You’re the one that walked out on me, you–”

“Will you stop? I didn’t even fucking say anything.” You roll your eyes as you turn your back to him, letting your feet carry you to your bed and plop down. You have to sit down because your legs are starting to feel like they’re made of jelly and you do not want to look that pathetic in front of him.

“You’re mad,” he mutters as he walks up to you, slowly dropping his hand and finally exposing his bruised skin to you.

“I’m not mad.” Your reply is immediate, your tone twisted and your words calculated. “I bet you loved fucking someone else, though.”

“Y/N,” he warns, his voice coming out stern and angry as he walks closer, menacingly looming over your body which makes you look up at him from where you’re seated.

“How was she? Was she good? Did you cum inside of her? Did she suck you off?” Your attempts at seeming unbothered and casual about it horribly fail, the jabs coming out bitter and hateful.

“Stop,” he warns again, anxiously running his hand through his black hair as he glares down at you.

“Yeah, I bet it felt good,” you pause, “or was it so shit that you came here? Pump your load into me and leave me again?”

“I said stop!” he exclaims, lunging at you by gripping your shoulders and pushing your back flat against the bed as he hovers over you, trying to keep you from writhing and squirming under him.

He continues before you can say anything else, “You don’t get to fucking guilt trip me after walking out on me, Y/N. That’s not how this fucking works.”

His words are like a shot to the heart and if words could kill, your heart would be bleeding out right this instant.

He’s right. You know he’s right.

You have no fucking right to act this way.

You stop squirming once you come to your senses, big eyes staring up at him and you swallow down whatever cry or insult that’s ready to burst out of your throat.

His angry gaze makes you feel naked, his silver chain dangling in your face and the thought of someone else being in the position you’re in right now makes you sick to your stomach.

“You’re right,” you finally say, eyes still fixed on his face and he visibly relaxes at how you’ve calmed.

“I should also feel free to get fucked by whoever I please. You’re right. Thanks for reminding me,” you continue, not understanding why your mind isn’t listening to your heart.

He shakes his head and begins, “Just stop. I didn’t rub it in your face, you don’t have to rub it in mine.” His words are angry and painful but you know that if you don’t provoke him, you’ll start bursting into tears.

If you agree, if you communicate your thoughts, if you just stay quiet, you’ll cry. You’ll pathetically sob right here, right under him and you can’t blame anyone but yourself. It’s your own damn fault.

“Just shut the fuck up and fuck me like you came here to do, Jungkook,” you mumble as you push against his shoulders but he doesn’t budge an inch.

“Don’t fucking say it like that.” His furious eyes stare into your own and his face is still so damn close to yours, eyes burning with fury and lips quivering with words they want to throw at you. “You know you mean so much more to me than just a fuck, you fucking know that.”

Of course you know that.

You don’t say anything else. You just stare at him, eyes trailing the contours and veins decorating his face, the scrunch on his brows looking like it’ll awake a headache any second.

You turn your head to the side, looking away from his penetrating gaze and finally swallowing down the stinging lump that had started forming in your throat. “Of course I know that.”

“Then stop saying shit like that, you’re pissing me the fuck off.”

You bring your hand up to hide your eyes from him, inhaling deeply through your nose and exhaling through your mouth to prevent yourself from bursting into tears.

The embarrassment from your attitude switch rises to your cheeks, your ears. It bubbles up the back of your throat and it unleashes a bitter taste onto your tongue when Jungkook starts climbing off of you.

Your hands grab at his shoulders, stopping him from leaving. “Don’t go.” Your voice sounds so fucking pathetic, trembling like you’ve been standing in ice cold weather for 48 hours. “I’m sorry.”

He shuts his eyes and deeply inhales and you can visibly see him trying to calm himself down before he cracks his eyes open again and stares down at you. “I’ll never leave if you don’t want me to,” he says quietly, head dropping into the crook of your neck as he deeply inhales your scent.

“Fuck me, please. Make me forget about everything,” you plead, fingernails digging into his ribs which makes him hiss.

“I’ll make you forget about everything,” he says as he lifts himself up, hovering over your face with that same unreadable look in his eyes. “But I will never let you forget about me.”

You attempt to stimulate your saliva glands to gulp, in hopes to relieve your dry throat.

And so, he does.

He carefully undresses you like you’re fragile. He angrily spits on your bare pussy like you’re a slut. He slowly guides his dick into your wet sex like it belongs there. He roughly fucks you into your mattress like you deserve it. He arrogantly makes you ride his dick so you can feel in control before he restrains your arms and roughly thrusts up into you like he owns you. He finally cums inside of you like that’s all he cares about. He does it all to remind you of who he is.

But what he doesn’t do is comment on the way his gifted necklace isn’t around your neck the next time he knocks on your front door.

•••

present

You stir, eyes fluttering open as you take a few moments to gather your thoughts and recognize your surroundings. The incessant knocking on your front door doesn’t stop, making you loudly groan into your pillow.

You reach over for your phone to check the time, the light almost blinding you. 2:41AM. Who in the hell would be at your front door this late?

(Read: you’re stupid.)

With another groan you swing your legs off the edge of your bed and slowly get up, reaching for your bathrobe and wrapping it around your body. You make your way to your front door, leaning in to peek through the peephole.

It’s black. You can’t see anything.

Reality dawns on you like a pile of bricks when you realize who it is.

In your defense, he has never arrived this late and you expected him to come way earlier. When he wasn’t here by 12am, you decided to just go to sleep.

Just like clockwork, it’s been 5 days since you’ve last seen him. He’s leaving to go to Australia today and he’ll most likely crash the night here before he goes, like he has for the past 2 years. Not that you mind. You’d never mind his presence.

You begin to unlock the front door without hesitation, yawning obnoxiously as you swing it open. 

There he is, a sheepish smile on his face and his long wavy hair perfectly messy, kissing the outline of his shoulders.

“It’s almost 3 in the fucking morning, Jungkook,” you grunt as you turn, heading down the hall toward your bedroom again but leaving the front door open for him, a wordless invitation.

Once your head hits your pillows again, you hear him lock your front door and kick his shoes off before the shuffling of his feet becomes louder and louder, telling you he’s getting closer and closer. After a few more moments of shuffling and the ruffling of clothes hitting your floor, the mattress beside you dips.

He scoots closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and strongly pulling your back flat into his bare chest, lips pressed against the back of your neck.

You don’t say anything else. He doesn’t say anything else.

The world around you fades but the tingle of fulfilment and happiness in your stomach never does.

•••

“Y/N.”

You grunt in response.

“Y/N.”

This time, your body is being shaken by rough hands around your biceps.

“Y/N!” he whisper-shouts, making you loudly groan as you open your eyes.

You snap your head over your shoulder to look at him with a scowl on your face. “What the fuck, Jungkook?” you childishly whine, turning your head again and closing your eyes as you chase that lovely dream you were having. You don’t remember what it was about but you know Jungkook was in it.

“You have to lock your front door behind me, I’m leaving.” He strokes your head gently, pressing his lips to your temple in a soft kiss.

You crack your sleepy eyes open as you yawn loudly and stretch your arms out over your head. “What time is it?” you ask as you yawn once again, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes.

“6AM.”

A frown settles on your brows as you turn to look at him, finally able to make out that he is, in fact, fully dressed now. That’s when his words finally process in your brain. “You’re already leaving?” The words blurt out before you can stop them, a tinge of disappointment coating your tone.

“I have to catch that flight. Australia, remember?” He taps the tip of your nose with his index finger before pushing himself up from your bed.

“You,” you pause as you rub your eyes, confusion present in your voice as you continue, “you came here just to sleep next to me for 3 hours?”

“Yeah.”

Your frown deepens as you prop yourself up on your elbows, you can’t see much in this darkness but you clearly see his figure at the foot of your bed, staring down at you.

You shake your head in confusion, lifting your upper body as you sit straight up in your bed. “Why?”

“Because I love you.” 

His confession knocks the air right out of your body. Your heart implodes in between your lungs at the words and an aggravating lump forms in your throat. He has said he loves you a few times since the break-up but because you never replied, he had assumed it made you uncomfortable so he stopped.

However, today, you asked. You asked why he would feel the need to simply sleep next to you and leave without anything more. No kiss, no sex, not even a conversation.

He just wants to be with you. It doesn’t matter why or how long or where, he just wants to be with you.

You idly blink at him. You quickly realize that it isn’t just a lump, but words. Words that you instantly swallow down, your original response never reaching his ears.

(Read: You almost told him that you love him too.)

You stare at him for a few quiet moments before averting your gaze and rubbing your hairline, an attempt at gathering your thoughts.

Your feet hit the floor as you swing your legs off the side of your bed. You bring your hands up to your eyes, gently rubbing them with your palms in hopes it’d wake you up. Damn him, waking you up twice in a single night for his tomfoolery.

The both of you quietly make your way down your quiet hall and you silently watch as Jungkook slides his feet into his shoes.

As you repeat the same old cycle, unlocking your front door to let him out, your mind is still clouded with him and his words.

You slowly open the front door, the clinking of the keys banging against the door making it sound like bells, something he always claimed he wanted to hear when being with his soulmate.

You watch as he steps out, hands buried in the pocket of his hoodie but he stops dead in his tracks, coming to an abrupt halt. He turns to look at you, a slight raise on his eyebrows.

It’s only now that you realize that you subconsciously called out his name.

Your feet take you to him by themselves, your body inexplicably magnetizing toward him. Your hands move up to his face as if they were moving on their own, cupping his soft skin, thumb grazing over the wound on his right cheekbone that is now a soft yellow with a brown scab on top.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask, softly. You know he’ll never decline but you still make it a thing to ask, because he’s not yours.

He is but he isn’t.

He would tell you he is but you both know he isn’t.

He tilts his head to the side, a look of confusion etched onto his features. He’s usually the one asking you, it’s never you asking him. So, you can tell he’s surprised by the sudden switch but he doesn’t comment on it.

“Of course.”

You waste no time as you pull his face toward yours and press your lips against his in a soft, tender kiss. His hands make their way to your waist, tattooed fingers draping over your ribcage.

The kiss feels natural, like your lips were made for each other. It sends electricity down all your veins, setting every single one of your nerve endings on fire and if he wasn’t holding you so tightly, you’d collapse to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

It’s not rough, it’s not needy, it’s not sexual.

It’s love. You know it’s love.

Jungkook chases your lips for a second when you pull away, his hands squeezing your waist when he opens his eyes to steal a glance at you.

It’s been 2 years since you asked Jungkook to figure himself out and you’re finally convinced that he has. He loves what he does, he finds ways to squeeze you into his life without putting you before his own needs and he still comes back to you every chance he gets.

You look up at him with big eyes, the eyes that he loves so much, your pretty lashes kissing your eyebrows and your lips quivering with the foreign yet familiar words they want to blurt out.

And they do.

“I love you too.” 

His face doesn’t change when he hears your words but his eyes visibly soften. You haven’t said this since the day of your break-up, because you never took those words lightly. Not that Jungkook did, he truly does love you with every fibre of his being.

His hands tense on your body and they try to grab at you when you start to peel his hands off your waist.

“We’ll talk about it when you’re back, okay?” you tell him, your voice soft and vulnerable.

He can’t help but smile, a singular dimple appearing on his left cheek, right under a faded scar that he got as a kid from fighting with his older brother over some stupid video game.

“Okay.” He doesn’t push, he doesn’t pry, he doesn’t say anything else. But the look on his face melts your heart like butter in a hot pan, because he’s so happy. So damn happy. You haven’t seen him this happy in so long.

And so are you.

“Have a safe flight,” you add as he takes a few steps backwards, a toothy grin still on his face. He nods to your words and turns around as he gets into Yoongi’s car that probably contains his luggage and who he must’ve contacted when you were still sleeping, eyes stealing a glance at you as you’re intently watching him leave. 

He waves at you as the car accelerates, your own hand coming up to wave back at him, a small smile tugging on the corners of your lips.

And something in your gut tells you that during his time in Australia, he doesn’t so much as look at another woman.

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Early Riser

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (gn) Genre: smut, pwp Rating: 18 (oral sex, male receiving; somnophilia) Word count: 1001

Summary: It's JK's birthday and you want even his first waking moment to be a great one

AN: it's a repost! because it's been a while!! because I definitely did not completely forget all about them lmao just some short, sweet smut for your Wednesday evening; you are welcome!

*** Your hand rummages under your pillow to turn off your silent, vibrating alarm clock. You groan inwardly as you check the time: 6am. The things you do for this man. You would never usually wake this early, but Jungkook has to get up early for work – on his birthday of all days – so sacrifices must be made. You turn your head to check that the alarm hasn’t woken him as well, but he looks deep asleep. You praise the lord that he’s sleeping on his back… This would’ve been difficult if you’d woken up and found him on his stomach! A special treat for a very special boy.

You sit up carefully so as not to disturb him and gently, gingerly pulled back the covers from him. Counting your blessings that the mattress is memory foam, and therefore less bouncy, you straddle him and shuffle downwards, taking his boxers with you.

When JK first asked you about what you were about to do, you were surprised at how shy he was. He wasn’t sure how you’d react (or if you’d be up for it), but when you first tried it, he came so hard, he almost had your eye out. That alone would’ve encouraged you, but the truth is he needn’t have hesitated to ask you at all: you love doing it. You’d do it far more often if you weren’t worried about it losing its novelty. You reserve it for special occasions only – ok and some mornings where you just wake up out of your mind horny and can’t resist.

You make sure your hands are warm before picking up his flaccid member. You rub the tip with one hand and massage his balls with the other before taking it into your mouth. You focus on the head, flicking your eyes upwards to catch when he wakes. After a minute or two, he’s still barely hard and his mouth has dropped open. He must be deeply, deeply asleep. You moan with him in your mouth, taking in his whole length. You shuffle a little less carefully, trying to bring him up to a slightly shallower sleep so that at least his body is conscious if not his mind. As soon as you feel his cock twitch, you know you’ve got him. He hardens quickly and moans quietly, but still asleep. Now you’re working with the right equipment, you hit your stride. This is actually your favourite part: the anticipation of the moment when he wakes and realises what’s happening, the split second of surprise followed by a smug, satisfied grin as he stretches and then sinks back into the mattress, sighing happily.

He’s hot and hard and you’re loving the taste of him. You run a hand up and down his shaft and shift your attention to his balls. You envelop one in your mouth and gently suck as your hand gently squeezes his tip. You switch to the other and then run your tongue up the base of his manhood. You can feel him stirring as you flick your tongue across his eye and back. You keep your eyes focused on his face, waiting for the moment.

And there it is. A small mouth opened in surprise and then a triumphant grin. He flings his arms out to either side and stretches, then takes a hand and tangles it in your hair.

“Have I told you today that I love you?” he asks, a little breathlessly.

You rise slightly and grin at him.

“Not yet,” you answer, looking at him expectantly. You wait for him to do so before continuing. He frowns at you in mock annoyance and whines.

“Fine, fine, I love you! I love you! Please… keep going…”

You gladly return to work. You can feel yourself getting hot, hotter than hot. Getting him off gets you off like you didn’t know it ever could. You moan as you take him deeper and deeper, your eyes never leaving his. He’s a watcher and you are, too. You love to see him come undone: the frowns of pleasure that pass across his face like clouds, the widening of his eyes as you hit a sweet spot accompanying small gasps, the sweat that moistens the hair around the edge of his face, curling and sticking to his brow. He gets quieter and quieter as he gets closer to the edge, his moans and groans disappearing as he loses himself in his own world of ecstasy. His breath catches in his throat and you feel his muscles tense beneath you. You work a little faster, hollow your cheeks, and take him as deep as you can.

“Yes…” The word barely escapes his lips, caught up in a gasp as he fights his need to come and come now. He wants this to last as long as it can but he’s not sure he can hold out much longer. He’s panting and his hips rise involuntarily, bucking into your mouth. You can feel the vein in his shaft pulse and you keep steady, knowing it’ll be any second now. If waking up to a blowjob is Jungkook’s favourite thing, his second favourite is watching himself come into your open mouth. You’ve got the timing down to an art and you open wide, your tongue resting against the underside of his tip as he cries out. You catch it all on your waiting tongue and swallow lasciviously. You suck his tip like a lollipop as he groans, breathing heavily, muscles loose and limbs lying heavily on the bed. His eyes, barely open, watch you lick up every drop of his white honey and he grins. You trail kisses up his stomach and chest and neck before giving him a big, sloppy kiss on the mouth.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

He wraps his arms around you and presses little kisses all over your face. Still breathless, he asks

“Have I told you today that I love you?” with a chuckle.