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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🙃)

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 ❤️

Return the favor by @back2bluesidex

Jk!drabble by @borathae

The bet by @letjungcoook7

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

when jungkook is leaving and none of you know what to do with yourselves

summary: established relationship, idol jk and oc, her name is ash (I couldn't think of anything else), jungkook is leaving for military enlistment and they are just spending the last moments together, fluff, angst

warnings: again, jungkook going through the whole enlistment procedure, brief mentions of sexual content, oc cries a lotttt but hey, everyone of us is crying

note: it had to be done. I needed to write about this. I'm not functioning straight and I wrote this in a mood where I felt very drained and emotionless so it might show up in the writing....? anyways enjoy, feedback is always appreciated <3

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you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cried this whole month.

ever since you could walk, talk, and form conscious thoughts, you’ve noticed that every feeling you’ve had and tried to express comes out as tears. yes, you’re angry, oh my god mom, I wanna shake your shoulders and tell you to believe your daughter for once and not somebody else, but you’re silent and you’re crying; you’ve been memorizing every single thing for this presentation and you swear by your future first newborn baby that every word is engraved in your brain, just say the words, people don’t care what you fucking say you just need to say something, but you’re silent, your legs are shaking on the stage and you think you’re crying; you love him, you love this human being staring at you from between your legs with all the love in this whole fucking universe, kind and whole and happy and real, Jeon Jungkook, you love him so fucking say it, but all you can do is caress his face and let the silent tears cascade down your face.

yes, ever since the beginning of time, all your emotions and feelings have been coming out as tears.

sometimes you think that spending all your teen years bottling up everything because of a mean father and an angry mother messed you up for good. all your life you’ve hated yourself for crying so easily, especially when in front of other people, feeling so weak and broken all the time. but you didn’t think much anymore, at least not as much as you used to overthink when you were younger, scared of fellow high-schoolers, scared of what people think about you. after you’ve met jungkook, your sweet jungkook, he has shown you that crying doesn’t necessarily mean you’re weak. maybe you were just sensitive and that was alright, because you’ve always cried when you felt too much, made you more of a genuine human than everyone else. his words, not yours.

but it did feel good to hear and you didn’t know what you’ve done to deserve it.

you also remember that every time you’ve hated yourself for crying, you always found solace in the fact that maybe someday it would all run out and you’d be perpetually free from all of it, the childish thoughts of a child.

however, even though you laughed at those thoughts every time you remembered them, you were now convinced of how wrong you were to think that maybe the tears would run out someday if you cried too much. because you’ve been crying continuously this month, and by god, not only have the tears not dried out but also, it just keeps coming more and more if possible.

you choke out once again as you bury your face in Jungkook’s shoulder, clutching the front of his shirt as he tightens his grip around your waist. jungkook looks at you helplessly, not knowing what to do anymore, because no amount of words or actions could stop you from crying. he knows he has tried it all.

you force yourself to get a grip, rubbing your face on jungkook’s already wet shirt to dry your wet cheeks, and look up at the blurry distance, resting your cheeks against the place you’ve been hiding. jungkook stands there, one arm wrapped around you and one arm around his mother, with a little smile that keeps blooming at the sight in front of him seeing his jimin hyung hug and bid goodbye to his family, despite all the heartbreak in the air.

he tightens his grip around you and leans down to kiss his mother’s head, who is in a state identical to you but still more graceful and elegant than you could ever be. “it’s gonna be okay, you two”, he whispers, causing his mother to gently smile and take your hands as you let out yet another sniff at his words. as sad and worried as she was at her son’s departure, she couldn’t help but feel worried for you too, her motherly nature reaching out towards you in a way you never felt from your own mother.

"I will be okay”, she smiles at you in a teasing manner, despite her glassy eyes, “but the question is, will your girlfriend be okay?”

“h-hey!”, your voice shook as an unintentional smile replaced the frown, “stop teasing me, maa”, you whine.

“I am not teasing you, dear. honestly, come live with me for a few days. come to busan. I’ll take care of you”

“if you keep saying that, I'll really turn into a parasite and stay in your house forever, maa”

jungkook giggles at your conversation, happy that the most important two women in his life got along so well. and you did, ever since the day you’ve met his mother. she loved you as her own daughter, as did his father, and made you feel so loved and comfortable that even your antisocial ass loved to spend time with them, making you visit them frequently, with and without jungkook by your side.

jungkook’s mother lets go of her son and glides into her husband's arm, who looks at jungkook with pride. after all who wouldn’t be proud of this talented, lovely, hardworking boy? jungkook was your boyfriend, and your best friend before your relationship upgraded into something more, and a lot of words came to your mind when you thought of him. but the first word has to beproud. proud that he became the man he is now, proud of who he was and every single version of him, how humble and kind and caring he is, always making everyone around him feel loved and respected. proud of how your friendship managed to stay so strong after all this time, proud how he is trying his best to get through these 18 months without any toll in your relationship.

jungkook hasn’t shed a single tear yet, holding you through nights when you decided to be a mood killer, couldn’t help thinking that soon he wouldn’t be able to hold you like this, so far rooted in the future of the enlistment process that you forgot to live the present. you were a mess, shaking and sobbing ever so often, frustrated at hybe, frustrated at the whole lot of bts for taking a decision like this, frustrated at the south korean government, frustrated at jungkook for not being frustrated at how hysterical you’ve been acting.

jungkook, instead, has been a constant pillar of support. he has been constantly kissing your tears away, pushing his fears away of how you guys might not last through this calamity, reassuring you more than him that it will be alright. and as much as you wish he would express his own feelings instead of tending yours, you were glad that the boy didn’t cry because it was all that was holding you back from getting onto your knees and begging him not to go. you couldn’t do that to him, you couldn’t do that to his happiness because you knew he would’ve obliged to your wishes, somehow, and break his own heart. he would do anything for you. he has been continuously proving that, after all.

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“how is ash holding up?”, jimin asks jungkook as he takes a sip of his soju, not feeling drunk enough despite the few bottles of alcohol he has drank. the point of the night was to spend time with each other, jungkook, him, and taehyung, getting wasted and having fun like old days. namjoon was supposed to join them as well, but he was overseas on schedule. taehyung, on the other hand, was already passed out on the couch, but it might have to do less with his low alcohol tolerance and more with his tiredness after landing in seoul from france just a few hours ago, after quite a hectic fashion week. so, it was Jimin and Jungkook now, them and their alcoholic asses against the whole world. after all, no one could hold their liquor like them in the whole group.

“she is, well, I honestly don’t know”, jungkook frowned, a drop of soju ran down his lips to his black sweatshirt but he didn’t seem to notice, “she is totally ignoring that I have to leave and acting completely normal.”

“sounds like her. isn’t running from her problems her best coping mechanism?”. you were close with all the members in the group, and the rest of them considered you as their little sister as well (even though taehyung jokingly called you noona sometimes) but if there was one member who knew the best, it had to be park jimin. he was your best friend after jungkook and the time you spent together, whether be it gossiping or shopping, was always something both of you found therapeutic and cherished from the bottom of your hearts.

a silent pain erupts in jungkook’s heart as he finally voices out the thought he has been continuously having for the last few days, “hyung, should I break up with her?”

“yah jeon jungkook”, jimin smacks the back of the younger boy's head, looking at him with shock, “are you that drunk already?”

“I don’t-”, jungkook chokes out the next few words incoherently, and jimin had to physically shift closer to the boy to make sense of his words, “I don’t know what to do. I-I don’t know how to live without her. I want her all to myself and I selfishly want to ask her to wait for me. but how can I do that when she could have a much better life without me?”

“jungkookie-”

“she could fall in love with someone better than me. fuck, saying it out loud infuriates me but I know that she could be happier, way happier than I can ever make her. you see what I am doing? I am leaving the girl I love to protect my career, to make sure nobody has anything else left to guilt trap us with, I am doing all of this for myself. how selfish does that make me?”

“you keep forgetting that you don't have a choice, jungkookie”.

“then why does it all feel like my fault?”

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“what are we going to do?”

the words escape your lips without meaning to, hanging like a whisper in the air, as your bodies slowly recover from the high they have been through, limbs tangled and eyes closed, forehead resting against each other.

“are we gonna be alright?”

yes, jungkook wants to say, yes because if you decide to stay, I will make it all work, I will make it all okay, I promise. but how can I ask you to stay when it will only hurt you?

“do you want to… maybe… break up?”, his vacant voice makes your eyes fly open in bewilderment, not being able to believe that he actually said the words that he said. all this time both of you have been ignoring the pink elephant in the room, only almost two months left before jungkook left for the military enlistment along with namjoon, jimin, and taehyung. you’ve been trying to enjoy what little time both of you had despite your busy schedules, especially jungkook, who has been working tirelessly to make his fans feel a little less lonely when he won’t be present anymore, something to hold on to while I am gone, I hope you can stay within this magic shop we’ve build together, memories of me would console you like the gentlest breeze of a fall evening, I will yet again patch something I haven’t broken.

but one of you had to be strong enough to address it, this overwhelming dread and the constant need to be with each other, ignoring sleep and every other basic need because you knew your time was coming to an end. you needed to address it and needed to be assured that both of you can get through this, your love was way stronger than these 18 months.

but that’s the first thing he wants to say?

the way he looks at you breaks your heart. he has a small smile on his face and you can tell that it is genuine, that he is taking one last moment to cherish all of you if you decided to say yes. but there is almost an unbearing sadness behind his eyes, pained and tortured, begging you to say no.

your voice is almost comical when you actually find it, “jeon jungkook, do you want me to fucking kill you?”

and his immediate reaction is almost laughable. you could see his shoulders drop with relief. he buries his face in your neck and drops all of his weight on top of you, holding you in a way that immediately blocks out all the bad things and forces you to focus on him and him only.

you laugh, “you’re quite heavy, babyboy”

“deal with it”, comes out his muffled reply, as he forces you down on the soft mattress with his bare body, almost an attempt to bury you, and you choke out yet another laugh at his antics, tightening your legs around his waist and running your hands through his fluffy hair. I refuse to believe that it will all be gone soon.

“you haven’t said anything. anything at all.”, he says quietly.

its sad that you know what he is talking about.

“I didn’t know what to say”, you reply softly, careful that your voice doesn’t shake. he doesn’t need to see how you break every time you remember that he is going to leave, which you’ve been remembering an awful lot these days. no, you need to be strong, for him and for you. after all, you have already survived months away from each other, during tours and comebacks, thanks to both of your careers.

“we have survived before. It’s not something new for us. We can do it again”, you whisper against his jaw, gulping down the tears threatening to break free. only this time, it’s 18 fucking months, and the unspoken words hang into the air.

“you didn’t even shed a single tear”, jungkook lifts his face and looks at you accusingly, knowing very well that you’re a crybaby, “It keeps feeling like you don’t care”.

your eyes widen at his words and it feels like a punch to your gut but you can’t say you’re surprised. you have been acting indifferent to put up a strong front, and now that you look back, you may have overdone it from time to time. you were never a good actor.

you never understood why it always felt like this, every time you hide your problems from someone to not bother them, and always feel like a shipwreck when they actually fail to notice.

“jungkook, love”, you trace his cheeks with your fingertips, his cute chubby cheeks, his lips, moving to his eyelids the moment he closes his eyes under your touch. you drag your fingertips through his scalp, waterfalls of his hair cascading down when you reach his nape, softly pulling his face closer to kiss the tip of his nose. jungkook, my love, how do I tell you that you mean the world to me and that I am not worried that our relationship isn’t as strong enough to fight the course of time but I am sad and I am selfish and I don’t know how to survive without feeling your presence for even a single day? how do I tell you that you never have to worry about me leaving but worry about me staying forever and suffocating you? I love you and I don’t know what to do with myself, I love you and I don’t know who I am without that love, what can I say to make it all better?

“babe, are you crying?”

no, you’re not crying. you’re sobbing.

“wait wait, I didn’t actually ask you to cry-”, you can see the panic in his eyes as he pulls both of your bodies up into a sitting position, just using one of his hands while the other wipes your cheek off, you on his lap, your thighs straddling his waist, bare torsos flushed against each other. you feel him pulling you into a hug as if your bodies could get any closer than they already are. but instead of being comforted, you sob even louder.

“ash, sweetheart, please don’t cry”, jungkook wanted to punch himself, regretting the words he spoke earlier. what the hell was he thinking, saying that you didn’t cry? he wanted to go back and kick his own ass at the stupidity. why the hell would he want you to cry of all things?

you on the other hand could do nothing except bury your face in his neck, and feel the entirety of him, his body, his scent, his hold on you, his voice so clear in your head, nothing but him until the time runs out. you have been so strong till now, haven’t you?

“but you’re leaving”, he could see now, how much of an idiot he had been thinking that you didn’t care enough just because all you were doing was trying to be tough and get through without this moment happening. he could hear the desperation in your choked sobs, he could feel the sadness at his own dam threatening to break. he almost felt angry that after all this time, he was still stupid enough to not see through you.

“and I will be back sweetheart, you know I will be. and then there would be nothing standing between us anymore. nothing. for the rest of our lives”, he promises as he lifts your tear-soaked face to look at his own. he looked pained, trying his best to be strong when you were falling apart right in his arms, but you could still see the hope behind his eyes because his promise was real and you knew it.

but once the waterworks begin, it just cannot stop.

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there is nothing left to say now. it is time, you realize. the chilly breeze washes over you, and you realize that nothing can make you feel as cold as you will when jungkook gets in that car with jimin. your eyes find each other, mouths desperately looking for words to say, promises, comfort, but what can you say that hasn’t already been said?

"I love you", you whisper.

“stay out of trouble, okay?”, jungkook kisses your forehead and even with the unstoppable tears leaking out from your eyes, you can’t help but shoot him a mischievous glance. you, the god of getting into trouble, staying out of trouble?

jungkook sighs, knowing you a bit too well. after spending years together, he knew well enough that you could never be forced to do something you didn't want to do. you were like a storm, passing through in a way that was your own, wrecking everything in the process. while he loved your bravery and carefree nature, he realized it comes with its consequences. for him, it was constantly worrying about you and never wrongfully so. so, he returns to his last resort to make sure that you will be okay, “do it for me.”

“okay that is pure emotional blackma-”

you cannot finish your words because his lips are on yours in a second, abruptly plunging you down a rabbit hole because, god, after all this time you’re still not used to it. he smells like fresh laundry and mint, moving carefully because he isn’t sure that you will allow him to kiss you like this in front of half the people from his company, his parents, and god knows who else is in the base. but who are you push him away?

you drop all courtesy and kiss him back in a manner that is sure yet gentle, tongue brushing softly against his lips. jungkook obliges and parts his lips, breathe mingling and tongue dancing in harmony as you kiss him with all your might, letting all of him overwhelm all of you one last time.

you let go of each other, breathless yet eyes glued. you trace his face, from his eyes to his cheeks and nose, his shaved head, still as soft as silk under your touch. he kisses your fingers when they reach his lips, smiling gently to remind you that yes, he will be gone, and that will hurt as hell but then again, he will be back.

"go, jimin's waiting", you force out a smile, "and please, for the love of god, choose something normal to do, something that doesn't involve jumping out of an aircraft or-"

"I love you."

".....I know."

Big fan of your work! Since requests are open I was wondering if you may do a jk smut “holy sh*t i think you got ME pregnant” riding and complete  eagerness for jk 🫣

[Summary]: Jungkook is a little too obsessed with the idea of making you his. About making you both his wife and the mother of his kids.

[Theme]: Non-Idol AU (or Idol AU, however, you see it), Established Relationship AU, Pre-Fiances(?) AU

[Rating]: 18+ literally just sex, oral (m receiving), doggy, spitting, choking, ass slapping, hair grabbing, creampie, cockwarming, impreg kink, dom jk, sub reader, literally just vile I'm sorry

[Word Count]: 2,016

[A/N]: This literally took me almost 4 months, I apologize deeply. I also wrote it and then reread your ask and realized I didn't really follow it too much ㅠㅠ I am sorry I hope you still like it. My mind just went "woo-woo sex!!"

Your boyfriend is a big brat. Sometimes, even a bigger brat than you.

This all started because he was being a big cunt driving you home from your date. He took you out to a fancy restaurant for your 3-year anniversary, but for some reason, he was being a complete prick all the way home. Something about how you looked at the waiter a certain way and he didn’t like it.

So now here you are, your silk dress thrown somewhere on his bedroom floor, and your panties ripped down the middle. He’s naked and rock-hard in front of you, looking down at you on display on his sheets.

“You think it’s funny, huh?” your boyfriend smirks, his tongue coming out to lick at his lip piercing.

“I mean, yeah, a little,” you laugh. He’s so pent up, so overworked over nothing. You literally want to marry this man — he has nothing to worry about. It’s funny, but you’re also extremely turned on. Jungkook mad and jealous, is a huge, dangerous combination you can’t help but bend at the knees over in the bedroom.

His eyebrows knit together angrily as he pushes your legs up, his cold fingers sliding up your folds.

“A-ah,” you gasp, wiping the laugh off your face. His long fingers play with you, sliding and circling your juices between your folds.

“Not so funny now, is it?” he chuckles. He inserts a finger into you, and you grab onto his wrist in a useless attempt to calm him down for a moment. But he takes your wrist on his own, pinning it against the bedsheets next to your head. “Am I a joke, hm?” he whispers against your neck. “You think it’s funny to look at other men when I take you out?”

“N-No, Kook,” you swear. “I only look at you.”

“Damn right you do,” he bites your neck harshly, causing you to arch your back into his chest. You know for a fact you’re going to be purple and blue tomorrow. “You’ve got a smart mouth, Y/n,” he smiles against your ear. “Let me fix it for you.”

“K-Kook,” you whine, knowing where this is going.

“Get up,” he demands. You feel your pussy tremble at the look in his eyes. He’s going to torture the shit out of you, and you couldn’t be more excited and scared at the same time.

Your boyfriend sits down at the edge of his bed, spreading his legs and pointing to the space on the ground in between them for you. You fall onto your knees, sliding your hands up his thighs until they’re inches from his swollen cock. He’s so hard — it almost looks painful. But he looks down at you with hooded eyes, smiling devilishly at the events to come.

“Suck it,” he demands. And you do.

With your small hands wrapped around his cock, you give him a test pump before licking a long stripe from base to tip. The sensation has his head falling back, and you feel yourself dripping onto the floor at the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing from pleasure. You put him into your mouth, your tongue flattening against his frenulum so deliciously, that he grabs your hair in his fist and pushes you down further. The action causes you to gag, not ready for the sudden change in pace. But you accept it graciously, adjusting to his length in your mouth as you move with the pace his hand on your hair sets for you.

It’s always hard to adjust to him. You hate to admit it, but your big-brat boyfriend has a big-brat cock. You don’t think in the three years you’ve dated him you’ve been able to call yourself “used” to his size. But he likes it rough. He warned you when you said you didn’t like rough sex all those years ago that he’d change your mind. And boy, has he. You’re an absolute slut for this man, and he gets a tiny ego boost every time you submit yourself to him like this.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes you.

You bob your head onto him, looking up at him with your full mouth, eyes watery and big. He almost cums at the sight, pushing you off for a moment to compose himself.

You come off with a pop, a messy line of spit connecting your mouth to his dick.

He grabs your jaw with his palm, his thumb jutting into your mouth. You take his thumb in your hand, enclosing it around your lips and sucking on it just as you sucked his dick.

“Open,” he demands again. You do, opening your mouth and pushing your tongue out. Your boyfriend leans forward, taking your chin in his fingertips, and spits into your mouth. You smile, giggling with a mouth full of his spit when he slightly sits back, looking at all of you. He was about to say something, but you lean into him, taking his dick into your mouth again and sucking him harder and faster.

“A-ah-Y/n,” he moans quietly, although his grip on your hair returns harshly. “Ffuckkk—hah.”

He nearly laughs at the pleasure; you’re so perfect for him it’s funny. You know every single one of his pleasures, and he knows you do when you begin to play with the skin between his balls and cock as you fuck him with your mouth. The sensation has him pulling you off his cock again for good, himself on the edge of release.

“Get on the bed,” he pants.

“How?” you ask, resting your hands on his thighs. He leans forward again, but this time his hand comes around your neck, choking you a little more harshly than you expected. Your eyes search for him, completely lust-filled and intense.

“How I like you best,” he whispers against your lips. You lean in to kiss him, but he pulls away, teasing you in the most evil way possible.

You pout, but get up on your feet and lay down front-first against the sheets. You feel him come up behind you, touching the back of your thighs softly, gliding his hands up your skin until they meet the round of your ass. You listen to him moan softly as he spreads them apart, taking a good look at your swollen, dripping cunt.

“God, you’re so wet,” he nearly whines. “You gonna let me knock you up, sweetheart?”

“Mmhm,” you whine. The anticipation of his cock inside of you is getting too intense, and you wiggle your ass at him in an attempt to get him to get a move on. But he only slaps your ass hard, surely leaving a handprint. You gasp sharply, toes curling at the surprise.

“Fuck, I want to put a baby in you so bad,” he slaps your ass again. “Wanna show everyone how swollen I’ve made you. That you’re carrying my baby because you’re my woman.”

“J-Jungkook,” you gasp as he lands a third harsh slap on your ass. You almost feel like you might cum — he’s always hinted at wanting kids with you, but hasn’t really brought it to the bedroom. It’s hot, to say the very least. That, and the combination of his big hand slapping your ass.

“No one would question you’re mine,” he grabs your hips, pulling them up into the air where he situates the tip of his dick against your cunt. “You’d be too busy having my babies to give anyone else a glance other than me.”

You open your mouth to say something, but he’s already pushing inside of you, stretching you so well like how he always does. You fold your arms in the space above your head, arching your back into him as he slowly bottoms out. This position always allows his cock to kiss your cervix so delicately, you squirm knowing he’s going to pump you so good once he’s finished.

“Fuck,” he spits, panting at the sheer feeling of your walls around him. “Y-You good?”

You just moan against his pillows, nodding your head as you push your hips back, slipping further into him than you were before. Jungkook grabs your hips tightly, pressing his fingertips harshly into your skin as he pulls out and slams back in with force. You moan loudly into the fabric, but Jungkook pays you no mind, pushing your head further into the sheets as he fucks you like a demon.

His hips slap against yours, and you find yourself coming undone within minutes of his torture on you. The man behind you only laughs, his thrusts becoming harder, trying to push past the absolute grip you have on his cock from your orgasm.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, head lulling back in disbelief. “You’re all mine,” he grabs your ass harshly before landing another slap onto it. “Say it, Y/n. Say you’re mine. Say you belong to me.”

“Koo,” you tremble, completely overstimulated from your orgasm.

“Dammit,” he grips your hair in his fist, forcing you to look up. His body looms over yours, his breath tickling your ear as he demands again, “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Koo,” you whine. “I’m all yours; only yours.”

He grunts in your ear at your words, dick slightly twitching inside of you. The way you say his name sounds so sweet. He never wants to hear his name from another pair of lips. It only sounds right when it’s coming from you. The thought of you being his forever, of the diamond ring sitting in the top drawer of his closet wardrobe, looms over him. God, he can’t wait. He’s so eager and so very impatient. He wants you, he wants you as his — as his wife and the mother of his children — so badly, he can almost taste it. He wants to be your husband already.

“Fuck, dammit,” he curses, head resting against the back of your shoulder. He still fucks into you, hips unrelenting and only quickening with the orgasm he denied of himself just a while ago while you were sucking him off looming over his head. “M’ gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, baby,” you permit him. Your voice sounds like honey in his ears, and you find yourself cumming for a second time when his thick, hot ropes spill into you. It’s so much — his sweet voice filling your ear as pleasure takes over his body, the way his cum pumps into you filling you with so much of him you feel so full and used.

“A-ah, Y/n,” he says softly, kissing your shoulder with wet, soft kisses. “Fuck, you’re so good to me.”

“I love you,” you respond as your knees give out on you. He simply falls on top of you, letting you lie down with his cock buried deep inside of you. He plugs you up, even though he’s softening slowly by the minute.

“I love you, too,” he smiles.

“I think you might have gotten me pregnant,” you slightly turn your head toward him. Your boyfriend comes up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I guess we’ll find out,” he smiles gently.

“You’re fine with that?” you ask him, a little surprised.

“Yeah,” he hides his face in the crook of your neck. “I want like…an entire army of children with you, so I’m completely fine with that idea.”

“I’m not having more than two kids,” you scoff.

He simply looks at you with his bunny eyes, feeling embarrassed by his eagerness.

“Maybe three, but that is pushing it,” you change your mind. Fuck, this man has you wrapped around his finger.

“Regardless, I’m gonna make you mine,” he says surely, turning you on his back.

“I am yours,” you confirm as you push the hair out of his face.

“Officially,” he corrects you.

You don’t even have to ask what he means by that when he stares at your ring finger gently before kissing you into the pillows, the hand on your waist slowly tracing circles on your lower stomach with his thumb.

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

re: untitled [ pt. 2]

pairing | jjk x reader genre | ceo!jk, arranged marriage word count | 4.7k rating | M, 18+ pt. 1, pt. 3, end

“Who the fuck does he think he is?!” 

Taehyung sat in silence at the end of his sofa, his gaze following you patiently as you paced back and forth in the living room of his apartment, unsure when or how to interrupt your tirade. 

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↳ Index [Snippet #02 - Bon Appetit]

“Jungkook wakes you up with his face between your legs. Your pussy however isn’t the only the thing he wants to have for breakfast…”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader 

Genre: Smut 

Warnings: oral sex (f.receiving), ass eating, fingering, dirty talk, implied penetrative sex

Wordcount: 1.1k

A car alarm wakes you. Or maybe it was the call of a seagull flying past. Perhaps however it was also the lingering, almost unbearable, ache between your legs. Just moment ago you were lost in a very graphic sex dream about Jungkook and now the ache is almost maddening.

That is until you feel the familiar flick of a tongue on your clit. Gasping, you rip your eyes open and stare down your body.

There is a little hill between your legs and under your blanket, it is moving slightly. Your heart is racing as you pull the duvet back.

“Kook?” you gasp, having to moan when he flicks his tongue over your clit.

He looks up, boyish sparkle in his eyes. He sucks on your clit one last time and then he raises his head.

“Good morning, I thought it was finally time to wake you”, he says, smirking. His lower face is glistening in your juices. He must have been eating you out for quite some time before you woke up. So that explains the graphic sex dream you were having. Hot damn.

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SATIVA. jjk

Synopsis: you ended up high and horny out of your mind at your guys’ families new years dinner party, your husband helps you out and takes you for a late night car quickie.

Genre: married au! established relationship!

Pairing: husband!Jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: car sex, porn without plot, blowjob, riding, unprotected sex (wrap it up bro.) pet names, belly bulge, usage of weed, dirty talk, creampie.

Wc: 3.2k⭐️

a/n: roller coaster writing this, who would’ve thought I would be writing 3k words of jus smut whatyoumeannn... Anywho enjoy🍪!!

You were horny. and just a tad bit high. (A lot)

Here you were, sitting down at the dinner table with both of your families for New Year's dinner. Pussy dripping wet looking at your husband dressed in all black chatting it up with your cousin, who’s higher than a kite. When Mila recommended a cousin walk outside, you seriously didn’t think about her pulling out a joint.

Your thighs press together under the table, your fork moves around your half-eaten plate, and your stomach is full of all the chips you stole from your nieces earlier.

Jungkook's tattooed hand makes its way to your bare thigh, giving it a small squeeze and making you shift slightly on your chair. Seriously, the only thing you could think of right now was Jungkook fucking you on any possible surface. And honestly, you wanted to physically and mentally slap yourself for how inappropriate your thoughts were around your entire family, but you seriously couldn’t give a single fuck.

Your panties stick to your core from how wet you are; your hand rests on top of jungkooks, you move it upwards to your inner thigh, making his head snap towards yours and raising an eyebrow at you with a sly smirk.

You honestly didn’t care what he did; you just needed something to relieve the growing ache between your legs. His index finger moves towards your pussy slit over your lace panties. He chuckles under his breath before removing his finger and pulling down your dress to lay back to its original length before continuing to eat with a small smirk on his face.

You mentally roll your eyes, your center and underwear partially drench, thighs press together under the table, looking for some type of friction to control the throbbing and tension your pussy is going through.

You look over at your husband's side profile, your mouth watering from how his jaw clenches as he talks to your dad about work, but all everyone is saying it’s coming one ear out the other. Your head is foggy and dizzy from the weed you inhaled not even an hour ago, mixed with all the unexplainable things you want to do to the men speaking to your dad. You don’t miss the small smirk his lips carry, which makes you want to slap it right off.

“Anyone who hasn’t drinked yet, can you guys pick up more alcohol before the clock ticks 12?” Jungkook's uncle says this as he’s just coming out of the kitchen with the last two beer bottles in hand.

“I’ll go,” Jungkook says before standing up in his chair and resting his hand on your shoulder. “Let’s go, baby.” He whispers into your ear. Sending shocks to your center, your pussy clenches over nothing but his voice. You rise from your chair as Jungkook hands you your purse and cell phone. “We’ll be back,” your husband says before opening the front door and letting you pass first.

You are met with the cold air immediately, you and Jungkook rush to his car parked in front of the neighbor's house. He presses a button on the keys, opening the car door for you. Jungkook waits until you are seated before shutting the door and walking to the driver's seat.

“God was on my side.” You huff when Jungkook shuts the door behind him and reaches for his seatbelt. Your husband chuckles softly, looking at how your hands cover your clothed pussy. “That horny?” Jungkook starts the car, making the auto-lighting system light up automatically. The same goes with the song you last played, which plays from the car speaker that’s connected to your phone. Your husband pulls out the parking spot, driving down the street.

"Fuck—high and horny.” You reach for his hand that rests on the gear shift, bringing it to your aching center. “Why didn’t you finger me under the table?” You whine, pouting.

“They were kids around my love.” His middle finger slowly moves on your clothed clit. “Fuck em, kids—mhm,” you moan when his hand disappears into your underwear. Jungkook chuckles.

“You’re soaking, baby.” His fingers move around your pussy spreading your wetness all over your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, your eyes closing at the sensation you’ve been craving. He pulls his hand out, making you gasp at the loss of pleasure. Opening your eyes, you see Jungkook sucking on the fingers that were just on you.

“Stop teasing,” you whine. Jungkook loved how you got whenever you were horny from getting high, how you would whine and beg for him to fuck you, and how seriously you would let him do whatever he wanted to you. "Baby, can’t I’m driving?” he motions to the empty street he’s driving down on.

You bite your lips, containing your small whine, before pulling down your lace underwear and undoing your belt. “What are you doing?” Jungkook looks at you quickly before focusing back on the road.

You don’t reply; instead, you reach for the zipper of his slacks, pulling down and palming him over his underwear. “Fuck” Jungkook's hand grips tightly on the steering wheel. throwing silent curses at how your hands work on his underwear. You slowly pull down his boxers, letting his cock slap on his abdomen.

“I love your cock,” you giggle before kissing the tip, making Jungkook bite down on his lip. You bend over, your ass in the air, wrapping your hands over his now-hard cock. Your two hands barely covering half of his length, “fuck so big.” You whisper.

“Gonna suck daddy’s cock?” Jungkook's unoccupied hand collects your perfectly curled hair into a messy ponytail. "Mhm,” you hum while leaving small kitten licks all over his cock. Jungkook moans softly. He loves it when you suck him off. He knew you were good with your mouth when he first kissed you, but since the first time you got on your knees, the last thread of dignity he had snapped.

Without any further warning, your mouth takes his cock down your throat, making Jungkook groan on top of you. “Fuck taking my cock like a good girl, you are, huh?” Your head bobs up and down, taking as much of him as you can, and your hands take whatever can’t fit into your mouth. Your tongue works by circleling on the tip as you bob your head.

Jungkook's grip tightens around the black steering wheel, trying to remain focused on the road, your thighs pressing together, softly moaning with your mouth full of him, sending vibrations all over his throbbing cock.

You come back for air as you watch saliva drip down Jungkook's balls. You spit on his cock, tapping his length on your pouted lips before wrapping your lips over his length once again.

“So fucking hot with your mouth is stuffed with my cock princess.” Jungkook pushes your head down a little bit with his hand, making you gag on his cock. Your eyes water. Your hands lay on his hip bones, stopping him from pushing his hips forward, which didn't do anything to stop him.

His breathing became faster as he stared in front of him at the lonely road, stealing quick glances at your ass and at you, whose eyes are closed and cheeks puffed out, taking him as much as your mouth and throat could allow you.

Wet sounds are heard within the car with every bob of your head. “My—” Your husband's hips buck forward,

“fucking—“ thrust, “mouth.” another thrust, making his cock hit the back of your throat once again. He pulls on your hair upwards, popping his cock out of your mouth, and breathing heavily.

Jungkook doesn’t even think twice before pulling over to the side of the road, putting the car in park, adjusting his seat, and reaching for you, placing you over his lap. Before wiping off the dripping drool down your face, along with tears you didn't notice had shed down your puffed-out cheeks,.

“So messy!" you giggle while sticking your tongue out. Small strings of saliva and pre cum bubble up in your mouth. “And so hot.” He runs his finger over your bottom lip, groaning softly as he watches you swallow.

Jungkook grips your neck before putting his lips on top of yours. "Mhm,” you moan as the grip on your neck tightens. Your cunt is soaked, your juices running down your inner thighs silently, praying it doesn’t go on the seats. You slightly grind your hips, causing his cock to brush past your folds, making you clench over nothing.

"Gonna fuck you so hard, baby.” He whispers into your mouth; his tongue travels inside your mouth; the kiss becomes more intense and sloppy, making you gasp for air.

Your hands tug on his perfectly styled hair, pulling him closer to you. His hands make their way to your ass, squeezing roughly. You adjust yourself before reaching for his aching cock and lining it up to your entrance. "I need to feel you inside me, baby,” you tap his cock on your sensitive, neglected clit.

"Fuckk—" you sink down on his cock, your acrylic nails clinging to Jungkook's shoulders. His cock sliding in with ease, given how drenched you were. “Such a fucking tight pussy.” Jungkook mewls loudly, throwing his head back.

Your teeth bite on your bottom lip, trying to contain the pornographic moan you want to let out, as Jungkook chuckles at how your eyes roll to the back of your head when his cock molds your pussy, hitting your spot perfectly.

Your sopping walls wrap around Jungkook's cock tightly, and squelching sounds make their way to your guy's ears after you slowly grind on him. ‘Sativa’ by Jhené Aiko fills the car, making Jungkook chuckle.

"Great timing.” He sucks and nips at your neck. “I say we go ten rounds,” you joke, but half seriously, sending Jungkook a small pout, which he only kisses off. “Quickie, princess.” Your husband lifts his hips up slightly. “Oh fuck,” a small, strained moan comes out of you.

The tight feeling stays on your lower belly as you control yourself to not jump on his dick at that very moment, wanting this to last longer. Your boyfriend's hands rest on your thighs, pulling up the black dress you are wearing, giving both of you access to see his cock buried deep into your soaked cunt.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groans, his thumb flicking your swollen bud. "Fuck,” you spasm.

Jungkook laughs loudly. “You’re acting like I didn’t pound you dumb before dinner.” He moves your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your pierced ear, and gives you a chaste kiss on your cheek. Sending tons of small butterflies flying around your tummy, even in moments like this where he can be deep inside you, where his eyes pierce through you and he says the most dirty things to you, he can still make you feel like just a girl who has a huge crush on a boy in her class.

"Mhm—cock too good." You pout as you slowly rise up, leaving only his red tip in you, before dropping down roughly, shoving his cock deep into your cunt. “Ah~” a high-pitched moan leaves your lips. “Shit so deep.” You look down where you both connect, your slick all over Jungkook's thighs and cock. The bulge that pokes in your lower belly, indicating Jungkook's dick, has your husband pressing his palm lightly on it. 

“Ride me, baby,” he ordered, giving your thighs a little squeeze as a green light for you to go. Your hands grip on the leather head restraint, and your fingers dig into the material while you plant your feet on the seat before jumping up and down his cock, molding your wet gummy walls. 

An immense pleasure shoots through your entire body, letting your mouth fall wide open. “Shit shit shit, ah,” a choked moan leaves your mouth as your legs slightly shake. “Good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.” Jungkook breathes out. His eyes close as you bounce on him, and small grunts and moans will slip past his lips anytime you clench around him.

Your movements didn’t falter at all; instead, they grew faster and more hurriedly. Jungkook leaned back, his hands behind his head, as he watched your every movement. Your eyes are closed while your mouth hangs open, drool slowly accumulating on the side of your mouth and threatening to spill. Your tits were bouncing in your tight mini dress, which Jungkook had bought you a while back. The strapless dress gives him a perfect view of your neck and collarbone.

His pointer and middle finger pull on the dress, revealing your perky tits. His mouth attaches itself to your left nipple, sucking and licking. A sweet little cry leaves your lips as you bounce on his cock. Your fingers entangle themselves in Jungkook's raven hair, tugging slightly.

His tongue circles around your nipple before sucking and biting, sending electric shocks down to your core, where your cunt is filled up to the brim. “Taking me so well, baby,” he says, popping one of your nipples out of his mouth and watching as they bounce in front of him alongside your hurried pace.

Your knees buckle, making you lose your balance, and you fall on the horn of the steering wheel, causing a big, loud beep and making you shriek loudly.

“Oh shit," Jungkook reacts quickly and pulls you into him, both of your chests rumbling with laughter. “You’re so dumb.” Your husband laughs into your messy hair as you try your best to contain the laugh you want to let out. “I say we go to the back.” You suggest pointing to the empty seats in the back while Jungkook accommodates your hair.

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You both jump to the back space, which is kind of crowded, making it kind of hard for you both to get adjusted.

“What position?” He asks as he squeezes and massages your ass, leaving you with red marks. “Doggy.” You pout. "Please," you drag out, making him laugh before he makes a motion with his finger, as in telling you to flip over. “On all fours, princess,” he chuckles at your overexcitement.

You position yourself on all fours on the leather seats, wiggling your ass in the air and earning yourself a hard spank. “Agh~” you squeal from the sudden sharp pain, soon replaced with pleasure as Jungkook's rough hands massages the smooth red skin, soothing it.

“Put it in.” You whine, moving yourself backwards, only for Jungkook to grip your waist, stopping you. “So impatient, princess,” he says, grabbing the base of his cock and running it through your folds.

He brings his left-hand fingers up to his mouth before spitting and spreading it all over your cunt.

His finger tip slowly pushes his cock into you. Your teeth bite on your lower lip as he enters you, inch by inch. Jungkook has always been big, but in this position, his dick reaches deeper spots in you that have you clenching.

“Stop clenching; you are pushing me out, amor." Your husband kisses your shoulder blade as a way for you to ease up. 

“Too big,” you gasp as his length fills you up. The slight burn has your eyes rolling back. “You can take it.” Jungkook leaves a soft kiss on your back before snapping his hips into you.

“Fuckk,” you squeak as his hips meet your ass; he doesn't hold back and thrusts into you at a fast pace. You silently cringe at the thought of the car rocking, but at the moment, you couldn’t care less. 

“You take my cock so good, baby,” a spank is delivered on your ass, a loud moan rips out of you, his movements never halting whatsoever. His balls hit your clit with every thrust he makes.

Yours and Jungkook's noises mix together with the sound of skin slapping against each other. Your mouth hangs open, and with hundred percent certainty, drool is dripping out of your mouth. Your mind is hazy from the immense pleasure you’re feeling at the moment.

“faster fuck.” You rasp out, 

Instead of going faster, your husband stops his movements completely before pulling out, leaving you a whining mess. He gets a hold of your waist before flipping you over; he puts you on top of his lap. He lightly pushes you, and your back hits the car armrest pad. He lifts your legs up.

“Hold.” Jungkook motions to your legs, and you wrap your arms around the back of your thighs. “Good girl.” He rasps out, spitting on your cunt, before sliding his cock into your soaked center. 

“So fucking tight, shit,” he chuckles, along with a shaky breath. He didn’t waste time before pulling out and slamming himself back into you over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth hangs open, and your chest rises and falls repeatedly.

Jungkook pounds into you rapidly, making you try to catch your breath. Each thrust feels like getting the wind knocked out of you. Your nails dig into your skin, leaving crescent moons on your skin. "Gonna'cum,” you cry out small tears well up in your eyes with each slam of his hips.

“Hold it.” Jungkook groans; your pussy clenches around him, taking him deeper. His eye vision falls to where your bodies connect, watching as his cock slams in and out of your cunt has him throwing his head backwards.

“Can’t. Gonna’cum baby,” you laugh through a choked moan. Your legs tremble in your arms, and tears run down your cheeks, ruining your mascara and eyeliner.

Jungkook's thumb makes contact with your clit, applying pressure and rubbing furiously. "Ah, too much,” you spasm, crying out every possible curse word you could think of at that very moment. 

“That’s it, baby, cum around my cock,” Jungkook hisses. That’s all it took for the final string to snap completely and come down. Your vision fills with small white spots, and you slap a hand over your mouth, silencing the scream you let out.

Jungkook continues to plunge into you at a more rapid speed.You clench tightly around Jungkook's cock, pushing him to the edge. “Gon fill you up with my cum baby.” He cries, before thrusting two final times before shooting his seed deep inside of you. 

A warm and gooey feeling shoots through your body as your body goes limp in your husband's hands. Both of your guys chest heaves trying to catch your breath.

“I think I just passed out.” You joke, breathing heavily. which earns a small laugh from your husband.

Jungkook pulls you up from your current position; your head buries itself in the crook of his neck, with his cock still deep inside you. “You good?” He rubs your back, to which you only reply with a small hum.

A couple minutes passed before you looked up at your husband, whose eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, the small sheen of sweat on his forehead giving him a natural glow.  You looked around, noticing the windows fogged up. You slowly reach to the window drawing a small heart, then pressed your small palm against the glass.

“That’s cute.” Jungkook murmurs underneath you, and a small smile makes its way to your lips. “Think so?” You chime up like a child in a candy store. He nods his head as you reach to prep kisses all over his face, his eyes fluttering closed. 

 “Thank you.” You whisper into his mouth. “For what, baby?” He looks at you confused, as in what you're thanking him for.

“For fucking me, duh.” You playfully pout your lips, widening your eyes. "Oh, please, I can do that for hours without you having to ask me to, baby.” Jungkook laughs before leaving a big, fat kiss on your lips.

"Okay, but serious talk, it’s ten minutes before twelve,” he points to the car touchscreen. “Oh shit.” Your eyes widened.

Let’s just say you ended up welcoming the new year in your guys car.