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The one at the end of Jungkook’s Wembley Vlive.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Warnings: Absolutely tooth-rottingly sweet fluff and smut.  Vanilla sex, unprotected. 

Word count: 3K

“Hana, dul, set!”  

And just like that, with a most tired and satisfied sigh, Jungkook ends the recording and slouches back into his chair.  His head flops back, eyes falling closed, and you can’t help but smile at how pretty he looks even when his face is dangling upside down.  

“You did really good, boo.”  The sound of your voice has him sitting straight again in an instant - likely having forgotten you were even in the room - but when he turns in his seat to face you with that boyish grin he wears so well, you swear your stomach somersaults in reply, far too in love to ever think to hold his preoccupation against him.   

“Yeah?” he asks as he rises.  Crossing the small space to the edge of the bed, he mounts it on his hands and knees.  

“Yeah,” you grin, “Your English is getting better all the time.” Your compliment has Jungkook smiling as he crawls to you; happiness still tugging at the lips he leans forward and presses to yours in a kiss that ends far too soon.  

He sinks back from his knees to sit at your side, tilting his head to rest on yours and making you hum with contentment when he turns it to press another kiss amongst your hair, soft and sweet.  Rotating your body to face him you lean in too, thankful to finally have him all to yourself - if only for a little while.  

You’d barely stepped foot into the hotel room before Jungkook was setting up his desk space for an impromptu Vlive, still buzzing from all the residual energy from tonight’s concert.  He’d been so insistent in his need to talk to ARMY - his one and only focus throughout the entire journey home - but you can understand why he’d felt that way.  Having seen it first hand, tonight’s rendition of Young Forever had moved you just as much as it had Jungkook; tears running down your face even as you watched the closing fireworks fly.  

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Rejection

↬ pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

↬ genre: slight angst, smut [18+], idol au

↬ summary: Going out with your friends from BTS wasn’t supposed to end up with you admitting your feelings for Jungkook.

↬ wc: 9.4k

↬ warnings: alcohol use, body shots, jealous!jk, cursing, grinding, fingering (f. receiving), thigh-riding, spanking, dirty talk, slight possessiveness, oral (giving and receiving), marking (hickeys), choking, unprotected sex, creampie

↬ date posted: October 22, 2018

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still with you ┃jeon jungkook

pairings: idol!jungkook x non-idol!reader

words: 2.6k

genre: fluff :)

synopsis: you miss jungkook while he’s away on tour, but he reminds you that he is still with you no matter what. 

warnings: cute shit ahead, angst if you squint, might make you smile.

a/n: ahhh omg admin 2 is here to save the day. june has been a really shitty month for us when it comes to giving you guys some fics and we’re sorryyy. butttt here is some jk fluff inspired by his song still with you, bc omg it is so good and i listen to it like all the time lmao. when i listened to it, i got inspired to write a little oneshot ahaha. okay this is getting long lmao, love you all <3.

disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

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                   ❪  💜  MASTERLIST :  ❫  sweet lullabies

You’re crazy in love and for once, so is he.

pairing.  jjk x named childhood best friend f!reader.

genre + rating.  idol!au.  mainly fluff with a teeny bit of angst and eventual smut.  general.

tags / warnings.  soooo much fluff, best friends, best friends to lovers, friends to lovers, jeon jungkook is whipped, cute jeon jungkook, jeon jungkook is a sweetheart, smitten jeon jungkook.

wc.  10k.  ongoing.

author note.  part of the best friends means forever series.  each chapter can be read as a stand-alone piece. 

chapter 01

chapter 02  

chapter 03

From Breakup to Make Up

↳Story Header © @softjeon​ (do not steal this header!)

» Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (female OC) [feat. Kim Yugyeom]

» Genre(s): SMUT, Angst, Romance, & Slight-Fluff (if you squint near the end)

» Warning(s) & Rating: Toxic Relationship, Swearing, BDSM Themes, Dom/Sub Themes, Thigh Riding, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, and Dirty Talk / 18+

» Word Count: 6.5K

» Summary: After reading a dating rumor article, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel pissed off. It has been known for over a month, among friends and colleagues, that the two of you are a hot item, so why are you stepping out with his close friend, Kim Yugyeom? Fans have always known about his infamous temper, but no one has ever seen it―not even you. What will happen between the two of you once you get home, and Jungkook accuses you of cheating? Will this finally be the breaking point to your guys’ relationship? Or perhaps―will a specific activity save the love the two of you bear for one another?

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Pushing Limits

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 9k+

Summary: When Jungkook gets hurt on tour, requiring stitches and needing to sit out for a few performances, you’re there to comfort and reassure him, no matter how much he tries to push you away for trying. Mostly fluff, slight angst!

A/N: Just a little idea I had after seeing the behind-the-scenes video of when Jungkook cut his heel while on tour. I just wondered what it would be like for his girlfriend to see him in pain and how she would respond to him insisting on performing while still clearly hurt. Hope you enjoy!

Groaning, you rolled over, burying your face deeper into your pillows at the sound of the obtrusive ringtone sounding off much too early in the morning. Glancing at the alarm clock next to you, you were fully prepared to ignore the unwelcome caller after seeing what an ungodly time in the morning it was.  However, your attitude quickly changed and your heart began racing after remembering that your idol boyfriend was currently on tour in Europe, often resulting in sporadic calls due to the constantly changing time zones.

Nevertheless, you had just spoken to him before heading to bed that night. He knew that you were sleeping, and as such, wouldn’t call unless something was had happened. Concern growing, you turned on the bedside lamp, heart dropping when you saw the caller ID. Jimin. You knew that your boyfriend’s fellow BTS member wouldn’t be calling, especially at this hour, unless something was very wrong.

“Hello? Jimin?” You answered warily, bracing yourself for the worst.

“Y/N,” he answered, voice tight, which did absolutely nothing to ease your anxiety. “Hi. How are you?”

“I’ll be honest, Jimin, not great,” you snorted humorlessly. “I know you wouldn’t be calling me unless something happened. What’s wrong?”

Despite the somber mood that had plagued Jimin’s mind for the last few hours since the accident, he couldn’t hold in the slight chuckle that escaped his throat. He should’ve known that you wouldn’t have been fooled by his not so successful attempt at nonchalance. You were already a very bright girl, but you were even more sharp when it came to Jungkook. The two of you had been dating for the last few years now and Jimin had never seen anything like your relationship. You and Jungkook seemed to have this unspoken understanding and were so in tune with each other, that although he mostly found it sweet, sometimes he found himself a little creeped out by just how well the two of you were able to sense such small shifts in the other’s demeanor.

“Can’t get anything past you, Y/N,” Jimin finally responded, reaching his hand up to rub the back of his neck, mulling over how best to break the news in order to cause you the least amount of worry possible. “There was something that happened,” Jimin finally admitted, quickly continuing after hearing your sharp intake of breath. “He’s going to be absolutely fine, but he is going to need a few stitches.”

“What happened?” You demanded, not yet satisfied with the amount of information you had been given.

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Risky Rendezvous || jjk

☾Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

☾Word Count: 2.6k

☾Rating: G

☾ Genre: fluff, romance, established relationship!, idol!au

☾Warnings: none

☾Summary:  Your boyfriend Jungkook decides to take you out on a date during his day off. Everything is going well until some of his fans spot the two of you. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, but it is because you’re secretly dating.

☾ A/N: Hi there this might look familiar because it was from my previous account. I now go by Luna and I’m happy to be back on Tumblr! I’ll be posting a majority of my old stories, but I have many new ones planned 💙

“You know you’re really obvious right now? We’re gonna get caught because of you,” you mumble quietly to your boyfriend, who sits across from you, fixing his mask and sunglasses. The café the two of you were sitting in was luxurious. It wasn’t your average café, it was the Vogue café. Jungkook had brought you here on a date because it was such a high-end place. To eat here, you needed to have money, which meant the likelihood of fans finding you two here was very slim. 

Right now, the black hat on Jungkook’s head, however, isn’t doing much to conceal his messy curls peeping out. Even though he has his disguise on, you’re sure fans will be able to spot him with just those curls alone. You watch as Jungkook lets out a loud breath of air, his curly hair blowing up from the sudden burst of wind. You can’t help but let out a little giggle at how cute he looks, pulling off his hat, sunglasses, and mask. 

“Fine. Do I look less suspicious now?” He huffs out, looking at you with his wide doe eyes. You nod your head, a broad smile on your face as you can now fully enjoy the sight of your handsome boyfriend before you. “Well, keep these in your purse for me,” he says, sliding the hat, mask, and sunglasses over to you, a wide grin stretching across his face. You narrow your eyes at him as his cheeky grin still sits on his lips.

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[ part one of a new series called: ‘giving new meaning to bts moments by adding yn’… (really bad name lmao) - feel free to request your own! ]

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WHY ARE YOU SO LATE?

with such a packed scheduled, you’d think jungkook would be on top of his game. but when a morning rolling around the sheets with you is thrown into the mix, it’s expected for him to want to take his time. // explicit. 2.4k words

warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, hickeys, grinding, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, jungkook is a liar lmao, nipple play, biting, he’s also kinda cocky for a bit, exhibitionism if you like squint..

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Backstage Quickies

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex, squirting, dirty talk, creampie

Author’s Note: So, I’m back with another installment of NSFW imagines for the couples from the Toddler Series! You do not need to have read the Toddler Series (or any of my other series, for that matter) in order to read this, since it’s a stand alone. Despite the current Second Pregnancy Series that I have ongoing right now, all 7 of these imagines are set before the members are expecting their second (or third, in Hobi’s case) child. I hope you guys enjoy them!

“Fucking come here,” Jungkook smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body flush to his before kissing you passionately. The two of you were backstage, locked together in one of the bathrooms that was near the members’ dressing room. 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Reader Additional Tags: jeongguk spelling, Loss of Virginity, Virgin Jeon Jungkook, first time mishaps, no hard dom/sub top/bottom, Romantic Fluff, cute after sex fluff, bathing together uwu, Comedy, Romantic Comedy Summary:

The night may not have gone the way you expected it to but it turned out better than you could have ever imagined.

bands

bands by @xpeachesncream

jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

8 Times

Summary: 8 times you woke up without Jungkook: The 7 times you convince him to come back, and the 1 time you can’t.

Word Count: 4.9K

Dilf! Idol! Jungkook x Reader

8 Times Extra

8 Times Part 2 TBA

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff. Masturbation(m), oral sex (m receiving), loving face fucking? Dilf!Jungkook(#dangerous for hearts and wombs), mentions of stalking/sasaengs.

Masterlist

1. Throwing the blankets from your body and rushing to the bathroom, you drop to your knees and empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. You expect Jungkook to follow you shortly after. Despite the fact that he sleeps like he’s in a coma, he’s always attentive to your absence in bed. However, you never hear the sounds of his footsteps padding toward the ensuite bathroom.

You watch as the evidence of the secret you’re keeping from Jungkook is flushed down the drain. The walk back to bed reveals that Jungkook was seemingly never there in the first place. In your haste to get to the bathroom, you didn’t even pause to consider him.

Walking out into the hall, you see the colored LED lights on in his game room. Opening the door and seeing Bam, who’s sleeping soundly on his blanket by Jungkook’s feet, you glance past the cute overgrown puppy to see Jungkook sitting in his gaming chair. He’s playing some game, the name of which you have no idea, headphones over his ears directing his full attention to the screen.

You walk further into the room and lightly run your fingers through his hair, and after a slight jump he turns his head into your hand slightly. Just enough to show you he wants you to continue, but not enough to take his attention away from the screen. After a light kiss behind his ear, goosebumps start to rise on the back of his neck. He turns his head to regard you in the led red led lights of his game room,

‘What are you doing up,’ he mutters softly, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere that has made its way through the apartment.

You look into his eyes: the same eyes you fell in love with all those years ago. The slightest change in his eyebrows shows that he knows you’re thinking something over. Giving you a reassuring smile, he turns back to the screen, pauses his game, and takes his headphones off. After, he turns his chair around to give his full attention. Pulling you into his lap and placing his hands on your hips, he places a kiss on your forehead before lightly asking,

‘What’s going on in that pretty little head, love?’

Pulling back slightly to look into his eyes, you consider the ramifications of what you need to tell him. Sighing and grabbing his hand you look into his eyes,

‘I’m pregnant’ you whisper.

He freezes underneath your legs. You think he’s going to say everything you’ve been afraid of, but all you hear is the slight waiver to his voice as he says,

‘Really?’

Pulling your eyes from their downcast position, you look up to see tears pooling in his eyes.

‘Yeah, really.’ you laugh, ‘you’re happy about this?’

The tears have started to fall as he looks into your eyes, ‘how could I not be happy? I’m gonna have a baby with the woman I love most in the world.’

You reach up to lightly wipe the tears from under his eyes just as tears have started to fall from your own.

‘I was scared you’d be upset.’ you whisper. It’s then that the serene atmosphere around the two of you shatters. He pauses and looks at you,

‘Do you not want to have a baby?’ he stops for a moment, ‘Love, just know this. There’s nothing more that I want in this world than to have a family with you, but,’ he pauses and swallows, ‘I’ll support whatever decision you want to make.’ His statement ends in a whisper.

It's then that you see the uncertainty in his eyes. You think back to a few moments before, when he was so excited. Why you ever questioned his reaction, you don’t know. The most amazing man in the world sitting in front of you right now.

You place your hands on his cheeks, making sure to look directly into his eyes, ‘I want to have a baby with you Jungkookie.’ you whisper with a smile on your face.

That smile that you love so much appears on your face as he leans in to kiss you sweetly. Lips moving against yours and conveying all of his emotions.

‘I love you so much,’ he whispers. Then he looks down at your stomach and raises a shaky hand to place on your lower abdomen, ‘And I love you so much little peach,’ he lets out a tearful laugh again before reaching up to kiss you once more.

He wraps your legs around his waist and stands up. Carrying you to the bedroom, his lips never let up except to whisper sweet words of affirmation.

And if he spends the rest of the night, alternating between tearfully kissing you and your baby, who could blame him.

2. There’s nothing in particular that causes the rise to consciousness this time. Perhaps it's the loss of warmth, the lack of arms around your waist, or maybe it's the absence of the hand that is glued to your growing baby bump. You turn over fully to examine his side of the bed. His phone isn’t on his night stand, and the sheets are tossed back from where he’s normally cocooned in them.

Rising from bed and pausing at the edge, you rub a hand over your belly before standing up to search for your lover. A quick peek into his game room shows that he’s not up late gaming–a habit he’s been laying off in favor of spending time in bed talking to his baby. Walking quietly toward the living room, you see the lamp on and a quiet noise coming from the TV. It’s basically muted, but turned up just enough for it to not be silent in the living room. His head is resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed, and hand gently petting Bam. Rounding the couch, you plop down next to him, interrupting the serene atmosphere he had created. No words need to be spoken between the two of you right now; he lifts his arm and pulls you against his chest. Legs are thrown over his lap, and as if magnetized, his hand finds its way to your baby bump again.

Sitting in silence for a while with your head resting in the crook of his neck, the two of you allow that same atmosphere to develop again.

It’s obvious there’s something on his mind, but it’s better to let him come to you about it rather than pressuring him to say what’s going on in that beautiful brain of his.

He sighs heavily and quietly voices his insecurities, ‘What if I’m not a good dad?’

This is the first time you’re hearing this from him. At all other times he’s been taking on the beginning challenges of parenthood with a bright smile and even brighter eyes. But, classic Jungkook, he’s never convinced he’s good enough. What if he isn’t good enough for Army? What if he isn’t good enough for BTS? What if he isn’t good enough for his family? You? And now the baby?

You’ve talked him down from all of these concerns before, but when you’ve grown up the way he has, there’s always a million insecurities that arise when his whole life is picked apart by the public.

‘You’re ridiculous,’ you whisper. ‘You’re going to be the best dad ever. I can see it just from the way you love a baby you can’t even hold yet.’

That’s the thing with Jungkook. When he loves, he loves with his whole heart. He never does anything halfheartedly, and parenthood is just the same. You tell him so, but his eyes still look a little uncertain.

Turning to make sure you’re looking directly at him, ‘Jungkook, do you love our peach?’

‘Of course I do but–’ you cut him off.

‘Ah, ah, ah, stop right there. You love peach, and that’s all we could ever ask for.’ You say, punctuating the statement with a soft kiss.

‘How could I not love our little baby?’ He asks.

And that’s all you need to hear before kissing him again, ‘That’s what’s going to make you the best dad. Your undying love for our baby before you’ve even met them.’

He looks at you again before attaching his lips to yours, thumbs still rubbing the side of your belly–right over where his peach is growing. It’s his silent way of telling you thank you–the way he always conveys his apologies.

‘Let’s go to bed, baby.’ you step off the couch pulling his hand with you. He wraps his arms around you from behind and places his chin on top of yours as you both slowly make your way toward the bedroom.

‘Don’t think I’m gonna forget about you letting Bam on the couch just because you’re extra cuddly,’ you say as you’re getting into bed.

‘Shhh baby, you’re dreaming. Go back to sleep.’ He shushes you, and once again his hands find their way back to their rightful place where he can hold his love and his peach.

3. Waking up in bed alone has recently become a regular occurrence. Jungkook, despite sleeping like the dead at all other times, wakes up to the sound of your daughter’s cries before you do. Nabi has him completely wrapped around her tiny little fingers.

Deciding that she might be hungry, and he might be trying to appease her, you make your way out of bed toward your daughter’s nursery. Her crib is still in your shared room, so why he’s made his way to her nursery, you’re not sure.

As you approach the door that is ajar, you halt in your tracks as you see him sitting in your rocking chair, singing softly to his daughter, while pressing her against his shirtless chest. The arm covered in tattoos holds tightly to her while the blank canvas of his other hand is supporting her head.

He looks at her like she hung the stars in the sky, and to him—she did. Jungkook has always loved kids, but he never knew he could love someone so much. The second he heard her tiny cries he knew that everything had changed for him. There’s this tiny human that depends on him now, and he couldn’t be more willing to bend to her every cry.

You don’t recognize the song he’s singing, but it sounds lovely. Gently opening the door a little bit more, he looks up as he catches the movement from his peripherals. You smile at him–heart doing that funny little dance it does when it sees him.

‘How’s our Nabi,’ you ask quietly, mindful not to wake your sleeping baby.

‘Perfect as always,’ he says, ‘Just a little stinky.’ he laughs quietly.

‘Are you gonna put her back in her crib so we can go to bed?’ you ask, running your hand through his hair lightly.

‘In a minute,’ he whispers, ‘I don’t wanna let her go yet.’

‘You have your whole life to hold her, love.’ you reassure quietly.

‘I know,’ he says, ‘but you never know, and I just wanna cherish these moments.’

Looking back you should’ve questioned his words more, but after a few moments when he puts his daughter to bed in the crib next to your bed and makes his way to the comfort of your sheets with you in tow, any questioning thoughts leave your head as sleep takes over.

4. Since the birth of your daughter, it seems like he finds different reasons to leave bed in the middle of the night. Ever the night owl, it’s not very surprising that he seems to enjoy doing random things in the early hours of the morning. It’s becoming a bit of a habit of his–always has been but now it's worse. Except now you don’t find him furiously punching keys and yelling into a headset. He’s most always taking care of his Nabi, or working through the hours of the night so he can have more time in the day to spend with her. It’s only been a month since she was born, but oftentimes you wake up without him.

The difference this time is he’s still in the room. He’s sitting on the floor gently rocking your daughter’s bassinet while watching her.

He must hear the rustling of the sheets when you sit up because he turns his head toward you and throws you a smile over his shoulder.

‘Did Nabi wake up?’ you ask softly.

‘No.’ he says simply. He continues rocking her bassinet. Bam is laying next to him, head propped on his dad’s thigh as he, too, watched your baby.

‘Why’re you up then, love?’

‘I just wanted to see her.’ He says shyly, most likely because he’s aware that his behavior is slightly abnormal.

You don’t find it strange though, oftentimes finding yourself staring at your daughter in wonder of how someone so perfect could grace your presence. Your heart swells a bit with the love you have for the man in front of you. You climb over the bed toward where he’s sitting, and place your hand on his shoulders,

‘I can’t believe you ever questioned if you’d be a good dad or not.’ You tell him with a smile.

‘Sometimes I still wonder, but Nabi is helping me learn how to keep her safe.’ he whispers, eyes still glued to his daughter.

‘It looks like Bam is helping too,’ you laugh, looking at the doberman who hasn’t taken his eyes off of your daughter since she first came home.

‘He’s gonna protect her when I’m not here.’ Jungkook says quietly.

‘Well, come back to bed when you’re done admiring, love. Don’t stay up too long.’ you say before kissing the back of his head and crawling back to bed. And a few seconds later the familiarity of his arms lulls you back to. sleep.

5. The next time you wake up without Jungkook, Nabi is still soundly asleep in her bassinet. You’re about to get out of bed to search for Jungkook when you recognize the sound of the shower running from the ensuite bathroom.

You’re about to let him take his weird midnight shower and go back to sleep when you hear a muffled moan from the bathroom.

Sex is something the two of you haven’t indulged in since before Nabi was born. Namely because you’re not allowed to yet. You miss falling apart beneath his fingers, tongue, and cock. Bringing him pleasure is probably one of your favorite things to do. The sounds he lets out, the words of affirmation he mutters, and the faces of indescribable euphoria he makes as pleasure overtakes him.

You throw the cover back and make your way to the bathroom. You can see the outline of his body through the glass shower door. He has one hand pressed against the wall, and the other is rapidly stroking his erection. He’s standing beneath the water–long dark hair pushed away from his face showing off his furrowed brows and the way he’s biting his lip in an attempt to contain his moans.

After stripping off your clothes as quietly as possible, you slide the shower door open, and that’s when he notices you. Water is cascading down his bare chest and as your eyes make their way farther down his body, you see his long, hard cock. Almost painfully red at the tip with veins running up and down the length of him. Despite your entrance, the pace on his cock never faltered.

Placing your hand on his wrist, you stop his movements to replace your hand with his own. He lets out an inhumane sound and throws his head back once you start stroking him; you haven’t touched him since before the birth of your daughter, and it’s definitely long overdue.

‘Yeah, jagi, your hand always feels better than mine does, fuck.’ he stutters out.

Your other hand reaches down to fondle his balls, and he can’t help the noise that leaves him. He spreads his legs a little further to encourage your soft tugging on his sac.

You take a moment to get down onto your knees, and before you start up your ministrations again you look up at him. He has that look in his eyes, loving with something else underlying. You put your thoughts aside for the moment and focus on pleasing the love of your life. While your hand continues it’s pace, you place soft kisses the little trail of hair that leads to his aching cock.

Licking a stripe from the bottom of his cock all the way to the head before swirling your tongue around the head and liciking up the droplet of precum he lets out a, ‘fuck yeah.’

His hand finds its way to the back of your hair just as you take his head into your mouth. While bobbing your head up and down your hand resumes a twisting motion to the places you can’t reach–not quite warmed up enough to deep throat.

His hips start to twitch a little bit, and you can tell he’s trying to keep from thrusting into your mouth. Taking your hand from the base of his cock and resting both hands on his thighs, you look up at him expectantly.

‘Are you sure, love?’ he asks

You give a hard suck to the head of his cock and a quick squeeze to his thighs to let him know that you’re ready.

‘Fuck, okay, yeah I got it,’ he mutters before placing both of his hands on the side of your head. He starts off with a gentle thrust into your mouth, and pauses,

‘Fuck, babe, I forgot how good this feels.’ He starts up again, and you’re reminded of the one time in life when he’s talkative–when he’s about to cum. He’s mumbling praises before he pauses and pulls out of your mouth. Taking his length in his hand and tapping the tip against your tongue he murmurs, ‘Can’t believe I forgot how good this mouth is. I’m not gonna last long, Baby.’

He pushes his cock into your mouth again and picks up the speed of his thrusts.

After a moment, he slows and thrusts all the way into your mouth until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. Breathing through your nose with tears stinging your eyes you look up at him to see his furrowed brows and open mouth–his silent way of telling you he’s close. You start to hollow your cheeks the best you can and he lightly thrusts–cock never fully leaving the confines of your throat, ‘I’m gonna cum, love. I’m gonna cum down your throat.’ He’s panting at this point, and you look right into his eyes to convey your consent.

He’s letting out short breaths to accompany the shallow thrusts of his hips, and all of the sudden he’s pushing all the way down your throat. With a deep groan from above you, you feel his cum start to unload into your throat. You reach up tug on his balls to help him through his orgasm, and his hips stutter lightly as a result.

He pulls his length out of your mouth allowing you to swallow completely, and when you’re trying to catch your breath he takes the head of his cock and rubs it along your bottom lip–smearing a bead of cum all over like chapstick.

Your tongue pokes out to lick your lips and get another taste of him before he’s reaching down and pulling you up to kiss you. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth, and he tastes himself on your tongue.

You pull away panting, ‘Ready to go to bed?’ You smile at him sweetly.

He looks at you for a moment before reaching behind him and shutting the water off, ‘I love you,’ he whispers.

A man of few words, but those are the ones that mean the most to you, ‘I love you too.’

6. When you wake up the next time, there are no moans from the shower and there’s nothing to do with Nabi. There are no noises from anywhere that you can identify. Bam is sitting by the base of the bassinet eyes peeked open at your from across the room.

Once again, you make your way through the house to find him sitting in the kitchen at the island. He has a glass of water (or so you assume) and he’s doing nothing but scrolling through his phone reading an article.

Earlier in the day, a fan had followed him home and into the elevator of your apartment complex. Since the comeback a few months before Nabi was born, the attention on the band has increased tenfold–something you didn’t know was possible. With that increased success, however, comes increased negative attention as well. The boys have been hiring more security to crack down on the amount of people following them around.

Jungkook has become even more stressed as a result, and after today's incident he’s hired more security to sit outside the apartment all day long.

Walking up to him in the kitchen, you sit across from him. He looks up at you and that’s when you see the tears in his eyes. Before you can even ask what’s wrong he’s spitting out angrily, ‘they were so fucking close to you and Nabi. I don’t even know how to think straight; I’m so angry.’ You can see the frustration building by the tension in his shoulders.

‘Hey,’ you let out softly, ‘Nabi and I are safe. You’re safe. That’s all that matters. Whoever that was wouldn’t have gotten in anyway. Everything is okay.’ you say. And that’s when Jungkook blows up, ‘It’s not okay! It’s not okay for someone to follow me home and potentially hurt my family.’ He shouts.

You’re surprised to say the least; it’s rare that he raises his voice.

‘It’s not fair to you and Nabi to have to go through all of this because of me.’ He’s tearing up again.

‘Hey,’ you start, ‘this isn’t your fault, Jungkook. You didn’t ask for this.’ You say softly.

He lays his head on his arms resting on the island, and that’s when the full on sobs start. You walk around the island and gently stroke his back and hair while whispering affirming words to him.

When he calms down a little he looks at you again, ‘If I never came into your life you wouldn’t have to deal with this.’ he says softly.

You grab his chin and tilt his head up, ‘If you had never come into my life we would’ve never brought that beautiful little girl in the other room into this world, and no amount of drama will ever make me regret that. Nothing will ever make me regret you, Jeon Jungkook. You and that baby are the best things that have ever happened to me; don’t ever question that again.’ You tell him sternly.

He’s still sniffling softly, but you can tell he’s still unsure.

‘Let’s go back to bed, baby’ you say while leading him to the room, ‘we can talk more in the morning.’

And if you stayed awake all night watching the love of your life toss and turn, who could blame you?

7. You’re not surprised when you wake up without him this time. Going to bed earlier than usual, the only surprise is that Nabi is peacefully sleeping in her bassinet and not in her Dad’s arms. On your way out of the room you can hear him talking with someone–presumably on the phone. You pause in the entrance to the living room, and watch as he paces back and forth across the length of the room.

He’s asking lots of questions–rapidly firing them so quickly that you don’t even catch any of them. When he catches your eye, he abruptly stops pacing.

‘I’ll call you back later. Thanks for letting me know, hyung.’ he says before hanging up the phone.

He waves you over to him, and the two of you sit next to each other on the couch. Your head is tucked under his chin, and he softly runs his hand up and down your arm. You can feel the tension in his body–he’s exuding stress,

‘I’m so sorry, jagi,’ he whispers before breaking down. You can feel the shaking of his shoulders as he tries to contain the sounds of his sobs.

You turn to him, ‘For what, love? You haven’t done anything.’ You reassure quietly.

‘It’s all my fucking fault. There’s some photographer who’s been watching our apartment and he has pictures of you and Nabi. He’s threatening to release them to the public and–’ he pauses, ‘and I’m just so fucking sorry.’

You take a moment to process everything he’s just told you before saying, ‘Jungkook, I’ve told you this before and I’ll tell you as many times as you need. None of this is your fault,’ you reassure.

‘I just can’t believe that there are pictures of the two of you in someone else’s hands. That’s terrifying Jagi.’ his voice fades into a whisper at the end.

‘Jungkook,’ you pause, ‘There’s nothing I can say to make this okay because it’s not.’ He looks down almost ashamed, ‘but it’s not your fault. Someone invaded our privacy–not just me and Nabi but yours too. Just because you’re an idol doesn’t mean people have a right to make every aspect of your life public.’

‘You’re not mad?’ He asks quietly.

‘Oh, I’m furious. But not at you. There’s nothing we can do about it right now, so let’s go to bed and think about this with clearer heads in the morning, okay?’

As the two of you lay in bed, Jungkook doesn’t shut his eyes for a while. There’s only one way he knows to rectify the situation.

9. This time when you wake up without Jungkook, it feels different. Looking around, Bam is stationed at his post beneath Nabi’s bed, but there are no signs of your boyfriend.

You walk into the hall, checking all of the rooms in the hall you see no sign of him before walking to the main area. The kitchen, living room, and dining room are all void of life. You begin to panic slightly while walking through the house trying to find him, but on your rounds you pass the kitchen. Stuck to the fridge by a magnet is a piece of paper. You shakily reach out to pull it off the fridge, and at the sight of ‘Dear Jagi’ at the top of the page, you already know in your heart what this is:

Dear Jagi,

Throughout this journey of becoming parents, you’ve always been there to reassure me. Through ups and downs and slight scares you’ve always been there. I told you there’s no way I couldn’t love our Nabi, and I realize that it’s scary how much this little human has a chokehold on my heart. I have no regrets about creating a beautiful life with you, Jagi. But what I would regret is not doing everything in my power to protect the two of you.

I have to leave. No matter how much it hurts right now, nothing will hurt more than if you two are unsafe because of me–you already are.

There’s no easy way to say goodbye. As much as I wanted to kiss you one last time, I knew you would’ve been the voice of reason you’ve always been and tried to convince me to come back to be with you. Trust me, there’s no place I’d rather be than in bed, in our home, with our baby, but as an idol, there are certain things I don’t get the luxury of any more. I guess that’s the price you pay for this job, and it sucks.

You and Nabi are the best things that have ever happened to me.

There’s no easy way to tell you what I’ve done, so I’ve written it down for you. But before I continue, I need you to know that you and Nabi are the best things that have ever happened to me. I love you both so much, I can’t even put it into words. Jagi, thank you for giving me the two most precious things in my life. Thank you for loving me unconditionally despite all of my flaws, and thank you for bringing my daughter into this world. If you had told me years ago that I’d be with the most amazing girl in the world with an incredible daughter, I would’ve never believed you. I’m not sure what I did in my past life to have you both in my life, but I know that I don’t deserve you two.

You two didn’t ask for this, and I can’t force you to live through it. I love you Nabi. And Jagi, I love you too. I hope that one day you can pull me back into bed just like you always do, and I can’t wait to see the amazing little girl Nabi will become.

I love you.

Love,

Your Jungkook

That’s when you realized, that emotion that always accompanied love in his eyes– it was sadness. Because he’s known for a while that he was going to leave to protect you and his Nabi.

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>>pairing: jungkook x reader / famous!jk x sex worker!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, teaser, drabble

>>word count: 2.8k

>>warnings: glory hole au!!!, cocky jk, bad boy jk, stripper oc, sex work, sexual tension, awkward tension, hand job, blowjob, cumshot, cum on tits, pay for play, semi-anonymous sex, dirty talk, dishonesty…  that’s it i think zzz

>>notes: if u don’t like sex workers ur ugly and i hate u 😌 also ty to @wheresmymoniat​ for betaing n helping me out, ily <3 *repost bc tag issues don’t mind me 🙄*

>>summary: glory holes weren’t a real thing… at least until you’re on your knees for a stranger, cock in your face, with nothing but a curtain between you.

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Convenience (Teaser) - JJK

Summary: Working in the convenience store everyday, you start to see some of the same, boring people. But, the boy who comes in everyday covering his face and never speaking, piques your interest.

Or Jungkook has a crush on the convenience store girl but is too scared to act on it in case she knows who he is.

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Convenience 1 - JJK

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on the girl who works at the convenience store.

Wordcount: 5.4K

Warnings: None so far. Maybe a lil awkwardness?

Chapter 2

a/n: this is my new series Convenience. I hope you enjoy. The plan right now is to make this a long series, so I hope you're in for the long haul.

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The local convenience store wasn’t necessarily a dream job, but it does pay the bills, well, most of them. 

After a few years of working there, the patterns of people start to become more obvious. Old couples always come in early to buy coffee and ask when you are going off to college even though you’re well past being fresh out of high school. 

Then, there are the post-work rushes when a bunch of middle-aged adults come in to buy a quick meal. 

Lastly, and possibly the worst group, are the late nighters. The most notable majority during that time are the handsy teenagers who are full of giggles as they come in to buy a box of condoms or cigarettes. They’re discovering new things, and they think they’re the coolest people in the world while doing it. 

Occasionally there are interesting people who pop up and brighten (or worsen) the work day. You’ve started mentally taking down their information from what you can observe when these new people walk in the door. Last week for example: female, bright pink hair, age unknown since her face was obscured by her mask and hat, cool shoes, bought cookies, and didn’t say anything.

There are also a few regulars who you’ve come to know. Like the hot dad and his daughter who come in before school to buy coffee for him and milk for her. Aera, the sweet six year old with pigtails, always sits perched on her dad’s hip while he pays and makes small talk. 

It was the third time they came in that Aera had finally removed her face from her dad’s neck and asked your name.

Since that initial inquiry, you and Aera have become pretty good friends if you do say so yourself. Every morning when she comes in, you ask if there’s anything exciting happening at school. When the day before you heard about something exciting, you always make sure to ask how it went. 

Aera is one of the few customers who make your day brighter. There are other regulars who come in, but none of them excite you as much as the light up sneakered girl who talks about her teachers at school like they hung the stars in the sky. 

Well, there is one exception to that statement. The boy who comes in almost everyday, and then would sometimes disappear for weeks or months at a time, and then he’d return to his everyday schedule like nothing ever happened. He always walked through the doors in baggy and mostly black clothes with his face completely covered by various hats and masks. The times he comes in are different than any of the other groups, always later mornings, right after Aera and her dad. You always assumed he was on his way to work, but without being able to see his face, it's possible he could be a college student.

He is another regular who never says anything, but the way he carries himself is what intrigues you the most. He walks in, and there’s this power to the way that he walks. If he wore suits, you would probably assume he is a CEO.

The more he comes in, the more you study him. You’ve observed him so much that you’ve noticed how he uses his left hand when he pays. He keeps his right hand tucked deep in his pocket while he uses his card to pay for his items. 

His black card.

He’s an interesting guy to say the least.

.   .   .

Another morning standing behind the counter is when he talks to you for the first time. 

Ringing above the door signals his arrival, and he walks toward the back of the store to the drink coolers. 

This morning is different from every other morning. Normally, he seems to know exactly what he wants, like he’s been thinking about it before he even came in, and he’s in and out of the store in under five minutes. This time, he walks through every aisle looking at each shelf seemingly trying to find something. Typically his purchases include only food and drinks, but  this time he takes his time browsing, and it seems like he can’t find whatever he’s looking for. 

He pauses at the end of an aisle and seems to compose himself for a moment. You watch as his shoulders have a deliberate rise and fall–he takes a deep breath before turning on his heel and walking directly toward you. Even while he is turned to face you and walking straight toward you, his face is still hidden. The mysterious man places his items, two bottles of water and a bottle of iced coffee, on the counter; then keeps his head turned down and quietly asks,

‘Do you sell any bowls?’

You’re stunned for a moment. 

First of all: his voice. A low timbre with a hint of satoori that you’re unable to pinpoint due to his mumbling. It sends goosebumps all over your arms. That is a damn sexy voice. Second: his questions surprises you. Bowls? Why does he want bowls? After a moment of thinking you let him know,

‘We sell paper bowls. They’re over by the paper plates and ramyeon.’ You respond nicely. Does your voice sound as nice to him as his does to you? That’s definitely not possible.

‘Thanks,’ He says quietly and then turns away from the counter toward the aisle you specified. He walks quickly over before picking up a pack to inspect them, and then he brings them to the counter with the rest of his items.

The conversation was too short for your liking; this man had been sparking your interest for months, and clearly he isn’t much of a talker, so the best way to fix that is to try talking to him,

‘You know, normally people buy food to put in those bowls, not just the bowls’ You say as you’re grabbing his items to scan and bag.

Why did you say that? That’s the dumbest thing you ever could have said to Sexy Voice. You’re fully prepared for him to ignore you and hoping he will. Who asks such stupid questions. But he surprises you when he lets out a low chuckle (even his laugh is sexy) before continuing,

‘My dog is out in the car and thirsty.’ He informs; there’s a hint of amusement in his voice, so maybe he doesn't think you’re a complete idiot.

‘That will be 7,000 won. What kind of dog do you have?’ Asking seems like the appropriate and least embarrassing course of action in order to get his mind off of your previous question.

He pauses for a moment as if contemplating whether or not he should tell you. He puts his card into the reader before answering,

‘Bam is a doberman. He’s very handsome.’ You can hear the smile in his voice while he’s talking about his dog.

Sexy Voice loves dogs. Noted.

‘Oh! I love big dogs. They’re so much fun!’ You exclaim, reminded of your old family dog.

‘Yeah they are. I love taking him on walks, but he’s really thirsty today so I stopped for water.’ He pauses and his head seems to start to rise for a moment before he digs his hand into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He takes a wad of cash and drops it in the tip jar, and while he’s doing that, you see a flash of ink on his hand but it disappears quickly, 

‘Have a nice day’ he mumbles before collecting his drinks and bowls and speed walking out the door.

As the doors are closing behind him, you yell out,

‘Have a nice day!’

And then he’s gone.

.   .   .

Meanwhile, Jungkook is sitting in his car unwrapping the bowls and pouring some water in one to give Bam a drink of water. 

He can’t stop thinking about you. Everyday he comes into the convenience store, and you’re always there. He’s never shown his face, afraid you’re going to recognize him.

But today he talked to you, and you treated him like a normal person. Your voice has his heart beating out of his chest; he’s never felt so normal before. Normally other girls try to pretend they don’t know who he is, but it’s pretty easy to tell they’re faking. But you, you don’t know what he looks like, and you didn’t react to his voice. 

All those months of looking at you from outside the convenience store and then covering up once he goes inside are finally starting to seem a little less crazy.

Surely, if you knew who he was, you would have recognized his voice when he talked to you. Jungkook can’t contain his excitement, 

‘Bam! Bam-ie, Appa talked to the pretty girl today. Isn’t that exciting?I know, I know here’s your water.’ He says–Bam doesn’t seem particularly interested in Jungkook’s crush on the convenience store cashier. Maybe it's because he’s a dog, but maybe it’s because he knows his Appa will never make a move.

.   .   .

Walking into the new Hybe building after taking Bam home, Jungkook has a renewed sense of energy to his step. He feels on top of the world after just having a small conversation with the girl who has been piqueing his interest for a while now. Immediately after exiting the elevator, he’s being rushed into a makeup chair to start getting ready,

‘You’re late.’ Miyoung, one of the hair stylists, chastises.

‘Sorry, noona,’ Jungkook replies cheekily, ‘Bamie took a long walk today.’

‘You could at least have the decency to look apologetic.’ She tsks while beginning to flat iron parts of his hair. He notices a quick glance of her eyes to the drink in his hand–it has the name of the convenience store on it, ‘You seem to have had time to go to your favorite place today.’

‘Ah Bam was thirsty after our walk, so I stopped for some water.’ Jungkook desperately tries to evade what he knows is coming.

‘Oh well Bam must be thirsty a lot if you go there so often. Maybe you should start keeping water with you?’ Miyoung prods.

To many of the staff who Jungkook interacts with often, Jungkook’s convenience store obsession is no secret. He always avidly attempts to play it off, but everyone tries to speculate about his frequent trips.

‘Maybe I should, but I’m awfully forgetful.’ Jungkook tries to move on to the next topic, ‘Oh, I don’t like the smell of this perfu-’

‘Jungkookah just ask her out already, we’re sick of you wasting time and money at the convenience store while pining over some girl.’ Namjoon pipes up from the makeup chair next to him.

‘She isn’t just some-,’ He realizes his mistake and clears his throat, ‘I’m not ‘pining’ after a girl hyung.’ 

‘So you admit there’s a girl?’ That annoying, knowing smile is sitting on Namjoon's face as he teases the maknae.

…

Jungkook had been reluctant to share his thoughts on convenience store girl with his hyungs, but one drunken night had led to loose lips on his part. 

He spilled to his hyungs how he goes everyday to see the pretty girl who works there. His hyungs had watched as a pink tint took over his cheeks while he rambled about how kind and pretty you were. Jungkook had never been in a serious relationship, and he’d never really pursued anyone past his highschool crushes, so the other members were seeing a new side of their maknae

…

‘Ooh Jungkookie’s getting angry. Namjoonie be careful. You can’t insult his girl.’ Hoseok teases from the chair on the other side of Namjoon.

‘Hyungs, she’s not my girl. And there’s no girl, I just need things from the convenience store sometimes.’ Jungkook says tiredly.

‘Sometimes, Kookah? You go every day.’ Hobi continues to tease because he finds his dongsaeng’s grievances amusing.

If it were anyone else Jungkook would be way more annoyed, but the bright smile on Hobi’s face makes the teasing a little easier,

‘I just,’ he pauses trying to find something to defend himself, ‘I need stuff’ he mumbles, a slight pout forming on his lips.

Hobi breaks out into that full-body, contagious laughter, knowing Jungkoook can’t defend himself in this situation, Hoseok decides to keep poking fun at him,

‘Did you talk to her yet, Jungkookie? Or are you still at the stalking phase in your relationship?’ Hoseok asks, finding it hard to contain his laughter at Jungkook’s expense.

Rolling his eyes as he walks away Jungkook mutters,

‘Very funny Hobi hyung.’ 

His cheeks are turning red, and any words he could say to try and deny his hyungs would be fruitless as his embarrassment materializes on his face. Since his makeup is done, he walks to the couch against the back wall where Jimin is laying down and napping. Since he’s sleeping he won’t be able to tease Jungkook anymore than the others already have. Just as his butt meets the cushion, Jimin cracks an eye open. A cheeky smirk takes over his previously parted lips, 

‘How’s convenience store girl, Jungkookie?’

Jungkook throws his head back against the couch and groans loud enough to have the whole dressing room snickering at his expense. He decides to tease Jimin right back, mostly because he’s the only hyung who will let him get away with it. He leans over, and drops his weight onto Jimin. After the older of the two lets out a grunt and some kind of insult about Jungkook’s weight, Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s ear,

‘Hyung, I don’t think you have any room to talk when all you do is drool over Taehyungie-hyung.’ Jungkook says quietly.

‘Yah! Get off me you brat.’ He shoves Jungkook away and shoots him a glare, ‘That’s no way to talk to your hyung.’ He pouts

‘That’s no way to talk to your dongsaeng,’ Jungkook quips back.

Jimin shoots him a tired look for a moment, 

‘You’re lucky you’re cute or else I’d have kicked you out of the group a long time ago.’ Jimin mutters.

‘You’d miss me too much, hyungie.’ Jungkook retorts cutely.

Jimin sighs and stands up. Just as he’s walking through the doorway he turns back, 

‘Hey Jungkook-ah’ he calls.

Jungkooks responds with a raised eyebrow and a questioning glance in his direction.

Jimin continues, 

‘I’m thinking of going to the convenience store later. Wanna come? Or is three times in one day too much for your heart to handle?’ He asks cheekily.

Jungkook turns bright red and calls back, ‘It would only be the second time today hyung!’

But his attempt is pointless. Jimin has already walked down the hallway, and the only response is the sound of Jimin’s twinkling laughter bouncing off of the hallway walls.

Jungkook sits on the couch with his head tipped back and eyes closed as he thinks through all of the routes to take when it comes to his options with you.

He can keep going to the convenience store and barely talking to you, and his hyungs would keep teasing him.

He can stop going to the convenience store altogether, and try to forget about you

Or he can finally ask you out.

Jungkook mulls over his options for a few moments before he ultimately decides what he wants to do. Option two was definitely out of the question. 

Jungkook had previously thought about giving up on his routine of daily convenience store trips, but their recent concerts in the states showed him that he really enjoyed seeing you every day, even if it is for only a moment.

He sighs and lets sleep take over. He’s going to rest for now. He’ll make a decision later.

…

You’re about to close out your shift late at night. Today you’re working a double since your landlord had increased rent recently, and money was getting a little tight. The owners of the convenience store had always been relatively fair with pay, but the unexpected increase has definitely taken you, and your bank account, by surprise. There are most likely going to be a lot of double shifts in your future. Luckily, it worked out kind of awkwardly where you work in the morning, have a break for a few hours mid-day, and then you work again later at night. The only thing you requested was not working the overnight shifts, and luckily the owners have been very willing since you work for them so much. You’ve been applying to other places, but without a degree, the job search has been a little disappointing.

Today has been a drag ever since Sexy Voice came in. No customer could’ve topped the excitement of him finally talking to you after months of just admiring him. You couldn’t help but to daydream and think about what he looks like. Surely, he has to be attractive to go with his voice; there’s no possible way for his voice and face to not match up. You also can’t help but to think about what he’s really like when he lets his guard down. You can already tell that he’s shy and a little reserved, but maybe he loosens up when you get to know him. 

The bell above the door jingles, abruptly ending your daydreaming about the mysterious man who has been capturing your attention. Almost as if by fate, you glance up to see Sexy Voice walking to the back of the store, toward the drink coolers where he always goes first. He’s wearing different clothes, but they’re just as baggy, and his signature bucket hat and mask are covering his face. You can instantly recognize him by the downward tilt of his head, and the way he walks through the store–like he owns it. 

He pauses in front of the drink coolers, and he raises his head to look through the soda options. That’s when you realize–he isn’t wearing a mask. You can’t really see his face since his back is turned toward you, and he’s still wearing a large bucket hat, but the sides of his jaw are a little visible from this angle. He keeps staring at the fridges, but then, he unexpectedly starts to turn around. You quickly avert your eyes; as much as you want to see what he looks like, you can’t be caught ogling at him. So, you turn to the side and start to occupy yourself with something, but you keep your attention on him from your peripherals. Instead of browsing the aisles like you thought he would, he continues to walk straight to the counter. He stops right in front of the register and clears his throat quietly to grab your attention, and you turn to him while trying to mentally prepare yourself to see him for the first time. 

Jawline. That’s the first, and kind of the only, thing you can see about him. His head is still turned downward, and the bucket hat he’s wearing covers his eyes completely. You can see the pretty curve of his nose and the sharp jawline he’s sporting. He has clear skin with a nice golden tone to it. He’s definitely not super tan, but he certainly isn’t pale. 

You can see his hands fidgeting in front of him. His sleeves are long and covering the majority of his hands, but your earlier observation was right– there is a little tattoo on his middle finger. He’s still kind of far away and you’re tired, so you can’t make out what it is, but Sexy Voice having tattoos, a sharp jawline, and a nice face from what you can see? You’ve decided that his face definitely matches the attractiveness of his voice, and you haven’t even seen all of him yet.

‘Hi,’ he says quietly.

You’re surprised to say the least. Until this morning he had barely spoken to you, and now he’s initiating conversation without asking you a store related question.

‘Hi,’ you say back, ‘How’s your day been?’ You smile to let him know he isn’t bothering you in the slightest. 

‘It’s been okay,’ he pauses and takes a deep breath, ‘So- uh, I know we don’t know each other that well, and you don’t even really know me, but uh I was just wondering if I could- uh h-have your number?’ He stutters out his question, gradually getting quieter as he reaches the end. You just blink at him for a moment.

‘Are you serious?’ you ask him. Sexy Voice, who you’ve been admiring for a while, wants your number? He must be joking or pulling a prank.

‘Uh yeah?’ He replies and you can hear the hesitation in his next statement, ‘I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just,’ he pauses for a moment, ‘yeah.’ 

You let out a little laugh at his stumbling before replying, ‘Ok’

He freezes, and you laugh again at his nervousness, ‘Really?’ he asks, hands pausing in their wringing. 

‘You sound surprised,’ you muse. He’s cute. His nervousness is showing, and you’re hoping that it means he’s genuine.

‘Well you just don’t really know me so I didn’t know if you’d want to give me your number because it can be scary you know?’ He’s rambling again at your response. It’s rare that girls remain so calm and collected around him. Normally they’re either screaming, crying, or ignoring him so your response is a change of pace from his normal interactions with girls.

‘Well, I would like to know your name before I give you my number,’ you pause, contemplating continuing your teasing, ‘and maybe I could get a look at your eyes before then too?’ You finish with a light laugh.

Embarrassment colors Jungkook’s cheeks when he remembers that he’s asking for your number without ever telling you his name.

‘Oh, yeah. Uh, I’m Jungkook.’ He finishes telling you his name and then he slowly moves his gaze from the floor to you. 

You’re shocked by his gorgeous eyes. They’re so big and bright, and they pull together his handsome face really well.

‘It’s nice to see you again, Jungkook,’ you say as you reach for a scrap of paper and write down your phone number on it, ‘I’m __’

He finally knows your name, and it suits you perfectly. He rips the paper with your number on it in half right after you hand it to him, and you panic for a moment thinking he was actually joking with you. But then he surprises you when he reaches across the counter and grabs the pen you had used. He hunches over slightly and starts scribbling something on the paper. Jungkook takes a little longer than you think writing a phone number normally takes, and then he reaches for your hand and puts the piece of paper in it. He holds on to your hand for a moment as the two of you make eye contact before he drops your hand suddenly and averts his gaze back toward his shoes. 

‘I’ll talk to you later?’ He asks and you can hear the hopeful tone in his voice.

‘Yeah’ you hum, ‘I’ll talk to you later, Jungkook.’ You smile.

Jungkook hopes you can’t see the redness of his ears at the way you say his name,

‘Yeah, I’ll see you later __’ he mumbles before he gives a quick jerk of his head that you think is supposed to be some form of nod. Then he turns and walks out of the convenience store. The confident walk he usually does has turned into a kind of shy shuffle. He turns back once more when he’s standing in the opened door, and you get to see his bright eyes and big smile with his scrunched up nose before he’s gone, and the door is closing loudly behind him. The lingering jingle of the bells over the door are the only remnants of his presence.

You glance down at the paper that he gave you before he left. You uncrumple it to see his number written at the very top, but below that is a beautiful sketch of a butterfly. How he drew a detailed little butterfly in such a short time, you’re unsure. But you know that you want to hold on to it. Quickly you take the scrap of paper and place it in the back of your phone case to make sure that it doesn’t get lost before you can text him.

…

After finally finishing your shift after the eventful day, you’re walking through the door of your apartment and thinking about Jungkook. How can someone so sweet and handsome even exist let alone want your number?

You’re setting your bag down by the door and walking toward your bedroom when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. 

You glance down to see that it’s from an unknown number, and the angle that you’ve lifted your phone at hasn’t unlocked it with Face ID, so the message is still hidden. You throw your phone down on the bed and start to get ready to go to sleep–the message can wait.

Once you’ve showered and gotten dressed in pajamas, you crawl under the covers. Picking up your phone to check on your notifications from when you were working, the message from the unknown number catches your attention.

From: Unknown

Hi __  It’s Jungkook. I hope you made it home safe :)

You’re surprised for a moment; you didn’t expect him to text you so quickly considering how shy he’d been when he was asking for your number. You quickly add him as a contact before messaging him back.

To: Jungkook🦋

Hi Jungkook! I just made it home a little bit ago. Hope you made it home safe too :)

From: Jungkook🦋

That’s good

How was your day?

He’s awkward just like you expected, but it’s cute. He’s definitely introverted, but you’re hoping that once he gets to know you more, he’ll be more calm. You already got to see a little bit of his confidence and calmness when he was writing his number and the butterfly for you.

To: Jungkook🦋

It was good. 

Long. 

How was yours? 

I think it’s only fair that I know what you do for work when you get to see mine everyday.

From: Jungkook🦋

I work in the entertainment industry.

Just boring stuff mostly

To: Jungkook🦋

Oh so you get to work with idols and actors?

From: Jungkook🦋

Something like that haha

Do you only work at the convenience store?

OH

Not that there’s anything wrong with that

Because there isn’t

Just curious

To: Jungkook🦋

Don’t worry about it :)

And no

I’m just working in the convenience store while I try to figure out what I want to do with my life

Haha

From: Jungkook🦋

There’s nothing wrong with the convenience store, __

I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about it

To: Jungkook🦋

You didn’t

Don’t worry 

If I didn’t work at the convenience store I wouldn’t have met you :)

From: Jungkook🦋

Oh

Yeah

I’m glad you work there too

Oh

That came out wrong

To: Jungkook🦋

I think I know what you meant

You and Jungkook continue texting back and forth, and while you’re doing that, you decide to look him up on instagram. You’d been wanting to look him up while he was coming into the convenience store, but you didn’t know his name until today.

Typing in ‘Jungkook’ in the search bar, the first person that pops up is a verified account, and you immediately scroll past it. But as you keep searching through the pages on instagram, you can’t find any that seem to be the Jungkook who comes to the convenience store everyday.

Out of curiosity, you scroll back to the top of the names and click on the verified Jungkook account. 

Jungkook of BTS is what the bio says, and as you scroll through the pictures of him you start to realize this is your convenience store boy, but it’s a different side of him. You can understand why he would want to keep this a secret. His almost 40 million instagram followers probably bring him a lot of unwanted attention when he’s trying to do daily things like go to a convenience store. You switch back to your messages where Jungkook is telling you about some of his favorite games.

To: Jungkook🦋

Jungkook…

From: Jungkook🦋

Oh is it too much video game talk?

I’m sorry

I just really like them

To: Jungkook🦋

It’s not about the video games

Why didn’t you tell me you’re an idol?

Across Seoul in his dorm bedroom Jungkook is freaking out. He isn’t sure how long he thought he could hide it from you but he was going to try to talk to you normally. He’s panicking and he doesn’t know how to fix it. So, in an impulse decision, he calls you.

‘Uh, hello?’

‘__, listen. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who I am really, but–’ He starts to explain but you cut him off,

‘Jungkook, I don’t care that you’re an idol. I just, I guess I’m just curious why you didn’t tell me?’ You ask, trying to talk quietly so he doesn’t think you’re upset with him.

‘I guess I just wanted you to get to know Jeon Jungkook, not the idol Jungkook of BTS.’ He mutters quietly. Jungkook can’t help but think he’s ruined his chance with you by trying to lie about what he does.

‘Jungkook, I want to get to know who you are. That includes idol Jungkook. What you do isn’t gonna change my opinion of you, it just means that I can watch videos of you on youtube now.’ You laugh, attempting to ease the tension.

‘No! You can’t watch those, they’re so embarrassing.’ He whines.

‘I can and you can stop me, Kookah.’ You were having too much fun teasing him that you didn’t realize you let the nickname slip. The two of you had been texting for hours up until the phone call, and you felt like you had known him for years, ‘Sorry–I didn’t mean to-’

‘No, it’s fine. That’s what all the people close to me call me, and you can too.’ Just like every time Jungkook says something remotely flirty, or something that insinuates anything more than friendship, he starts the sentence confidently and then slowly trails off as he finishes, like he’s overthinking the whole time he’s talking.

‘Oh, so I’m close to you now?’ You tease.

Jungkook almost drops his phone as he feels his heart taking a flying leap to his stomach. He’s new to actually trying to pursue someone on a more than sexual basis. He’d had a girlfriend in high school right after they debuted, but that wasn’t anything remotely serious. It was shy glances across the cafeteria and maybe holding hands in the hallway. 

He’d been introduced to a few of his hyungs friends, but things had been only a friends with benefits situation since he wasn’t looking to be in a relationship in the early stages of their career.  

But as he approaches the nine year anniversary of being in BTS, Jungkook can’t help but start to think about the other things that come with getting older, like marriage and starting a family. All of those things never sounded like a possibility to Jungkook. Sure, he’s still fairly young, but he can’t help but to wonder. He’s not sure that you’re the person he’ll settle down with in the future, but he can’t help but to try.

‘Yeah, I think I’d like that.’ Junkook responds, smiling from ear to ear.

‘Me too, Kookah’ You respond and then let out a yawn.

‘Oh, you’re tired. I should let you get to sleep.’ Jungkook says disappointedly.

‘I am really tired, but I wish I could keep talking to you.’ You tell him, but not before yawning again.

‘I wish I could talk to you all night too, __’ Jungkook responds quietly, ‘But I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Yeah,’ you pause to yawn again, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Goodnight __’ Jungkook says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

‘Goodnight.’ You say before hanging up the phone. As you plug in your phone and close your eyes to go to sleep, your head is full of thoughts of the bright-eyed boy you’ve been admiring for months.

Beaches and Vlives I JJK

A/N: Hello! After writing Stroke Game, I decided to continue the theme of writing stories around posts, videos, and lives of the members. The concept of these were inspired by @kimnjss clips with context series! You should definitely check them out!

I will be taking requests for other things that people would like a story written around so feel free to send those in!

Summary: The events leading up to Jungkook’s impromptu Vlive and what happened after.

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, brief mentions of pregnancy kink, good ole missionary, nothing too crayz

Masterlist

Ever since your car had passed the sea on the drive up to the campsite, Jungkook had been itching to get on live and talk to Army. You had watched from the passenger seat as he went silent and fell into his thoughts, while he tried to simultaneously admire the sea and keep his eyes on the road. After gentle prompting from you, he finally confessed how much the sea reminds him of Army. Heart melting a little bit at the revelation, you ask him to tell you more, but he doesn’t.

After a few minutes, you see him glancing back and forth between the sea and the road almost anxiously, and then you watch as he pulls his lip between his teeth and starts biting the skin there. 

You’ve known Jungkook long enough to know, there’s something on his mind, but he’s overthinking. Reaching across the center console, your thumb gently tugs on his bottom lip to rescue it from his anxious biting. His eyes quickly dart to you and then back to the road. You card your fingers lightly through his hair, hand falling down to give a quick tug on his earring before breaking the comfortable silence in the car, 

‘What’s on your mind handsome?’ You ask quietly so as not to startle him.

He seems to mull over his thoughts for a moment before speaking up,

‘I really want to talk to Army right now after looking at the sea.’ He says it quietly, and an embarrassed laugh follows almost as if he thinks it’s ridiculous. You can see his eyes flit back and forth, trying to gauge your reaction.

‘So why don’t you?’ You hum.

You watch as he cutely tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed lightly,

‘This is our trip, Jagi, before things are busy with our comeback.’ He’s overthinking even more, and it’s written all over his face. The way his eyes are bouncing, his fingers are jittery, and his lip is back between his teeth.

‘Koo,’ you start, ‘If you wanna go live, then go live. You know I don’t care.’ You reassure him.

He thinks for a moment before responding, ‘I can’t even go live because I don’t have my laptop and there aren’t any staff and I’m not supposed to-’ 

‘Kook’ you cut him off ‘You can use my laptop, and you can call the staff ahead of time and let them know’ You place your hand on his thigh and give a light squeeze to reassure him.

He looks over at you,

‘You really don’t mind?’ He asks timidly.

‘Of course I don’t.’ You smile at him.

.     .     .

You watch in admiration as Jungkook, a little more uncoordinated after the drink (or two) he had, fumbles to set up everything he needs for his live. Deciding to wait until after you had dinner and for some staff to arrive just to be safe seemed like a good idea at first but now he’s antsy. He’s rushing in excitement, and along the way he’s knocking cups and the camera over. You watch as Jungkook is switching between sitting down and checking the camera angle and then getting back up to rearrange the chair so the camera has a slight view of the fire. Then he sits again before deciding once more that the angle isn’t to his liking. He’s bouncing back and forth between sitting and standing, dimming the lights, at one point, he even grabs his car keys and moves his car since ‘too much of it is in the frame.’

Jungkook has always been a perfectionist. That much isn’t new, but when he’s particularly nervous or excited for something, those tendencies are even more pronounced than usual. Especially since his excitement for the live is combined with the nerves for his comeback. He’d been spending extra hours in the studio perfecting his vocals, and every free moment he had was spent walking around singing the new songs. He was in the gym constantly trying to look his best, and he even made sure to get the new tattoo he’s been wanting ahead of time so it would be healed for the new performances.

He finally gets everything set up just perfect and after adjusting his hair in the camera he looks up at you,

‘I’m ready.’ He says with a cute smile on his face. You laugh at him in response,

‘I’ve been ready. You were the one posing the car and the fire in the background.’

He rolls his eyes at you,

‘You have to set the scene, Jagi.’ He pouts. Instead of saying anything else you just gesture toward your laptop, and he shoots you a handsome smile and pressing a finger against his lips in a ‘shh’ motion before starting the live.

You’ve been around him enough to know that any movement of yours can be perceived as staff, but the biggest rule is to not say anything. 

You busy yourself with trying to quietly clean things up while Jungkook begins to talk to the camera. Throwing away bits of trash and food scraps, you listen to your boyfriend's ramblings in the background. A quick glance over your shoulder reveals that he’s already more relaxed than he was in the beginning. He’s curled up comfortably in his chair, a sweet smile on his face.

There’s a specific shine that Jungkook gets in his eyes when he’s at his happiest. You’ve noticed it time and time again when he’s on stage, doing lives, or telling you about something that Army did, whether it be a birthday present or a project that they’ve organized. He’s constantly in awe of the people that make his job worth it.

After cleaning up a bit, you lean up against a wall and turn to just watch him. The rain adds perfect background noise to his voice. Watching the gestures of his hands, the way he throws his head back in laughter, and the slight pout he gets to his lips when he’s telling the fans a story, almost as if he thinks they won’t believe him. He gets more animated as he goes on, and in doing so he sees you in his peripheral vision from where you’re propped against the wall. You smile at him and watch as he becomes shy before surprisingly addressing you,

‘You’re just gonna stand there and watch me?’ He asks before seemingly catching his slip up. Before you can even begin to panic he’s smoothing it over and turning to the staff who had driven up once he said he was going to do a live. Before anything can happen he looks back to the camera, 

‘The staff seem to think I’m gonna spoil something on the live.’ he giggles, ‘They’re all just watching me.’ You admire how quickly he covered up talking to you.

He looks around once more before glancing at the camera,

‘I’m gonna tell you a secret,’ He peers behind to mock checking his surroundings, 

‘I had a drink and I feel good now.’ He scrunches up his nose, and you have to cover your mouth to keep from laughing at his cute gesture. You decide to sit back down and just watch him for the remaining time. It’s impossible to miss how incredibly happy he is right now, telling stories and making jokes. You can already hear his hyungs laughing at him about how he’s supposed to be on vacation but instead he’s live, the same way they teased him about his two hour long livestream. 

.    .    .

Jungkook sighs as he closes the computer, a content smile on his face,

‘Do you feel better?’ You ask him. He simply smiles in response and then winks at you. Jungkook stands up and goes to talk to the staff and thank them for driving up for his impromptu live. 

You had left your phone inside while Jungkook was live, not wanting the iPhone ringtones getting him in trouble. Walking inside to grab your phone, you see Jungkook’s sitting next to yours, and the notifications on the screen show missed calls from most of the members. The top notification is a text from Jimin.

From Jiminie hyungie

Good luck Jungkookie :)

You laugh at seeing a text wishing Jungkook luck for his live. You can’t help but think this is his hyung’s way of teasing him for the whole situation. Looking at your phone, you see Jimin called you as well. Hearing the door open behind you, you decide to call him back later and spend time with Jungkook now that he’s done.

He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You can’t help but close your eyes and lean into the comfort of his embrace. He presses the lightest kiss against the shell of your ear,

‘Thank you.’ He murmurs into your ear.

‘For what, Kook?’ You ask. He pauses for a moment, 

‘For loving me and supporting my career.’ He hums back.

You turn your head to look him in the eye, ‘I always will.’ He just stares for a moment before his eyes glance down to your lips. His index finger and thumb come up to grasp your chin and pull your head toward his. And then he gently kisses you, soft lips moving languidly against yours to convey all of his emotions.

The thing about loving Jungkook is that he isn’t good at putting his feelings into words. He’s better at showing his emotions through actions whether it’s giving gifts, soft touches, or passionate kisses that stop your heart in its tracks.

He breaks the tender kiss to start pressing kisses down your neck. Light, wet, open mouthed kisses until he reaches where your shoulder meets your neck. He sucks lightly leaving a mark. You’ve learned through the years that Jungkook is a possessive lover. Since he can’t outwardly show that you're his, he loves leaving marks everywhere that he can. Up and down your neck, collarbones, and all the way down your cleavage. One particularly long night after a small argument had ended in a trail of love bites all the way down to your hips. 

‘I just love you so much’ he murmurs against your skin. 

‘I love you more Kook’ You respond, turning your head to capture his lips with yours. You turn around fully and wrap your arms around his neck. He tugs your bottom lip between his teeth and reaches down to grab the backs of your thighs and hoist your legs around his waist. He picks you up and starts to move toward the bedroom when he bumps into the cabinet in the kitchen,

‘Oh my god that hurt’ you laugh, sensual atmosphere broken by Jungkook’s misstep. 

‘Sorry Jagi’ He’s trying, but failing, to hold back his laughter, ‘I’m not used to the layout of the camper.’ He’s trying but failing to contain his laughter. You smack him lightly on the shoulder and urge him toward the bedroom. He’s still quietly laughing, and you opt to distract him by kissing along his jawline. His amusement is gone quickly as you feel goosebumps sprout on the nape of his neck. Kissing further down, your lips make their way toward his adam’s apple. Lightly taking the skin there between your teeth, and then easing the nip with a kiss and a trace of your tongue, you hear his breath hitch in his throat.

‘Jagi,’ he warns, but it doesn’t sound very forceful.

‘I know Kook. No marks.’ You respond, continuing the trail of your lips to ease his worry. All of the sudden his arms beneath you are gone, and you’re falling. You gasp out of surprise, eyes shooting open, and then your back meets the soft surface of the bed.

‘You’re a jerk. Could’ve warned me at least.’ You pout.

He smiles cheekily while crawling over you to meet your lips again, ‘No time for that, baby.’ He pulls your shirt over your head, and then his lips are back on yours. He’s kissing you slowly like he has no plans of going anywhere. 

Jungkook isn’t a fan of quickies, always taking his time showing you how much he loves you. Jungkook is trailing kisses down your chest, making his way toward the waistband of your shorts. He nips the skin of your abdomen and then soothes over the mark with a swipe of his tongue and a quick kiss, his way of leaving marks that won’t last as long as love bites. 

Above you Jungkook is struggling to keep it together. He’s trying his hardest not to combust from excitement and pure adortion. The way you were so accepting of his career and all that came with being an idol, including impromptu camping trips and even more impromptu lives, just makes him love you even more.

Before he met you, he’d come to accept the idea that he might never find someone he wanted to be with forever. It sounds dramatic, but past dating attempts have left him hopeless for future relationships. Girls were upset that he couldn’t always make time for them, or that he might be out of the country for months at a time. He knows he isn’t perfect and forgets anniversaries if schedules get too busy, and he might not always have the time to be there for birthdays. 

You, however, have taken everything in stride. Accepting his flaws and the inconvenient aspects of his job with your head held high. You’re always there when he gets off of work at ungodly hours, and always ready to answer the phone in the middle of the night when he’s on the other side of the world. So, when he has time like today, he loves to just admire you, and show you how much with each and every kiss and touch.

Your shorts are long gone, and when he’s going to spread your legs to lay between them, you reach forward and tug the hem of his shirt over his head. You trail your hands down his pecs, tracing the lines and contours of his torso. After a moment of admiring his chest, you glance up to meet his eyes, and he’s smiling down at you. It’s not a cocky smile, just a sweet one.

‘Lay back, jagi.’ After following his orders, Jungkook lays on his stomach between your parted legs. He props your thighs up on his shoulders, and then he makes eye contact with you while he licks a slow stripe from your opening to your clit. He watches you as you close your eyes and throw your arm out to grasp the sheets between your fingers. Jungkook loves nothing more than getting to just give you endless amounts of pleasure. He wraps his lips around your clit and his fingers make their way to your entrance. He slides two in, knowing you like a little bit of burn when he’s stretching you out.

‘So good for me baby.’ He’s tracing figure eights on your clit with the tip of his tongue and curling his fingers inside of you just right.

You’re overcome with the sensation of Jungkook between your legs. Reaching down to curl your fingers into his hair, you lightly grind your hips up into his face.

‘That’s right baby, fuck my face.’ He flattens his tongue and shakes his head back and forth, letting more spit fall from his mouth. The sounds he’s making are obscene, fingers squelching inside of you and spit-slicked tongue slurping obnoxiously against you. 

Jungkook is out of his mind with the scene of you using his face to get off. The tightness in his pants is unbearable, and he’s started to grind against the bed below him, hips thrusting to provide some relief. He can feel that you're getting closer, the movements of your hips are getting jerkier and more desperate. 

‘Go on baby, come on my tongue and fingers.’ The coil in the pit of your stomach is getting tighter and tighter, pleasure building to new heights. The combination of Jungkook’s mouth and fingers helps you approach the end quickly. It’s when you look down to see his eyes closed and hips grinding on the bed, harsh breaths leaving his chest, that the coil snaps. Your grip in his hair pushes his face into your pussy, bucking against him. Your hips move up so that your clit brushes against his nose, and the solid pressure in your most sensitive spot helps you ride out your climax. His fingers are still inside of you when you finish, gently helping you along, but they stop when the grip you have on his hair loosens and your hips stop moving. He lifts his head when your legs fall off of his shoulders to be met with you lying back, eyes closed, and chest moving rapidly. 

When you open your eyes, you’re met with the sight of him staring at you.

‘What?’ You ask him. He starts to move up your body, but he pauses when he’s level with your chest.

‘I didn’t even get to play with these.’ he mumbles, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth.

‘Yah, not so fast. Jesus you’re insatiable.’ You mumble after pushing his head away from your sensitive nipples. Your grip stays on his jaw, and your thumb traces his bottom lip and then pokes the mole underneath. Jungkook turns his head into your hand, enjoying your touch. Then, you pull him so his lips meet yours once more. His hips press against yours, and you can feel how hard he is for you beneath his pants. Your hands trace down his sides, and then meet at the button of his pants. Your fingers work quickly to undo the zipper and push them down his hips. Once his pants are off, boxers gone along with them, you push at his hip

‘Sit back Koo, I wanna suck you off.’ You hum, mouth watering at the thought of having him in your throat. He groans, ‘I really really want you to, but I won’t last jagi.’ He laughs slightly embarrassed.

‘What’s wrong with that Koo?’ You smirk at him, ‘I love when you cum down my throat.’ 

He groans again, pushing your face away with his hand and taking a deep breath, ‘You have to stop talking like that or I’m gonna cum in my pants.’ He laughs.

‘You’re not wearing any pants.’ You point out with a smirk. 

‘You’re so funny’ He quips, unamused. He leans down and kisses you, halting your teasing, and you break away to whisper against his ear, ‘How do you want me, Koo?’ He groans, and his hips stutter against yours, and he decides against scolding you for your dirty talk and instead simply answers, ‘Hands and knees jagi.’ 

You laugh at his shy answer, ‘You’re such an ass man, Kook.’ Nonetheless you turn over getting into the position he requested. Apparently you’re too far up the bed because you let out a squeal as he wraps his hands around your waist to pull you toward the foot of the bed so he can stand behind you.

‘I’m so lucky, Jagi.’ Jungkook says under his breath. His hands are kneading your ass cheeks. Pulling and patting, watching them ripple back into place. You let him, knowing this is one of the rare occasions he’s bold enough to request one of his favorite positions.

You’re expecting him to start to ease into you when he flips you onto your back. You look up at him in surprise, ‘What happened to hands and knees?’ You ask him and give him a kiss to punctuate the question.

‘Changed my mind.’ He mumbles against your lips. ‘Wanna kiss you.’

It’s hard to ignore the way your stomach flips at the statement, and instead of saying anything, you give him what he wants.

He reaches down to grab the base of his cock. He gives himself a quick stroke, hips stuttering in sensitivity. He bites his lip at the feeling of friction against his cock. He lines up with your entrance, glancing up to make sure you’re still okay, before pushing in slowly. 

You watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head at the sensation of your walls wrapped around his cock. He whines low in his throat, trying to keep the noises at bay but failing after being worked up for so long. He bottoms out, pelvis pressed flat against yours. You watch as he takes a deep breath, trying so hard to resist the urge to thrust into you recklessly.

You wrap your hips around his waist, pushing his hips impossibly tighter against yours.

‘You feel so good, Jagi.’ His voice is strained, and his cheeks are flushed, eyes closed and basking in the feeling.

Sex with Jungkook is one of the most amazing experiences, because he doesn’t just have sex. He gets so overwhelmed by the pleasure that it’s almost too much for him, and watching as he relaxes and lets himself feel good is one of the most attractive things to you.

He’s slowly fucking into you, taking time to enjoy the way you feel around him. 

Reaching up to wrap one arm behind his neck, you prop yourself off the bed slightly with the other arm, and then you push your hips up into his to fuck yourself on his cock. The reaction from Jungkook is instantaneous. His hips stutter from their previous pace before pushing all the way into the hilt. Jungkook’s hands grab your hips to stop you from moving.

‘You can’t do that or this will be over way too soon.’ He laughs, but you can see how much he was affected. The muscles in his abdomen are quivering, and he’s bright red all over with sweat collecting along his hairline. After taking a breath, Jungkook slowly drags his cock back out and then slams back inside of you, pushing you up the bed with the force of his thrust. He hammers into you at a rapid pace the sound of his hips slapping against yours are only accompanied by his grunts and your babbling of his name. He leans over you, chest pressed against yours and kisses you, tongue tracing along your bottom lip and giving it a slight nip. 

Jungkook knows you too well, and when your hips start to twitch against his, he reaches down and rubs your bundle of nerves with his thumb, helping you toward your orgasm.

‘Jungkook.’ you moan, hand reaching out to find purchase on his shoulder as you grow closer and closer to finishing.

‘Kook’ you mumble, ‘kiss’

He looks down at you and smiles, ‘Always gonna kiss my girl.’ And then his lips are meeting yours. His thrusts are getting hard, filling you up perfectly, and the combination of his fingers, cock, and lips push you over the edge. You cry out as your orgasm washes over you. 

Jungkook is so close. He knows you could tell before, but the clenching of your walls around his cock is pushing him toward the edge. His pace falters as he tries to keep going, but his attempt is fruitless. He makes sure to fuck you through your orgasm before he starts up the brutal pace again.

‘I’m gonna cum babe.’ he pants out against your lips.

‘Gonna fill me up Kook?’ You ask him. Jungkook grunts back his response,

‘I’m gonna fill you up so good, maybe even fuck a baby into you.’ He’s too far gone to think about what he’s saying, and you’re momentarily surprised. This is the first time Jungkook has brought this up, but you can see how turned on he is, so you decided to go along with it.

‘Yeah? You’re gonna fuck a baby in me? Fuck me so good I get pregnant?’

That’s the final straw for Jungkook, the thoughts running through his head of you pregnant with his kid, tits swollen with milk have him too worked up, and with no warning he’s cumming. His hips stutter as the first few spurts come out, and the noises he’s letting out are mixtures of your name, groans, and ‘baby.’ He pushes into you one last time as hard as he can, shaking with the force of his orgasm before his arms promptly give out under him and he flops down on top of you.

You both sit quietly for a while, running your fingers through his hair and just enjoying each other’s presence. 

‘I think I almost died.’ He says against your chest after a moment. He smiles when he feels you shaking with laughter underneath him.

‘So you wanna knock me up huh?’ He groans and buries his face deeper into your sternum, trying to avoid eye contact. You’re laughing even harder now.

‘Where’d that come from Kook?’ You nudge him from where he’s trying to hide.

His eyes meet yours, and he shrugs ‘Just a horny fantasy.’ He mumbles. ‘For now.’

‘Ok well you keep fantasizing while you let me up so I don’t get your cum all over the bed. We have to sleep here tonight.’ He rolls over onto his back next you so you can get up, and he watches you walk into the bathroom. His mind is no longer clouded by you, and now all he can think about is what he has been planning to do tonight.

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Later after being live when Jungkook posts a picture of the beach, Army will never know that they helped him calm down for the biggest moment of his life. Because just next to where he drew hearts and letters into the sand, he got onto one knee and asked the most amazing and supportive girlfriend he’s ever had to be his wife. 

And maybe, just maybe, he’s a few steps closer to that horny fantasy becoming reality.