Summary: How the members would react to their S/o kissing them to shut them up mid-fight
Warnings: slightly suggestive, not proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I kept this one pretty light as I don’t see anyone using this a method to win a more serious fight, lol(also we just hit 4.5k followers?! Like omg?!)
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Jin: Depending on the situation, I see him either bursting into giggles because you caught him off guard or getting more annoyed with you like ”Yah! Don’t try to distract me!”(he can't stay mad at you though and end up caving and kissing you back)
Yoongi: Goes quiet for a moment when you pull away, looking at you slightly confused like “What was that?” When you shrug or say it was to shut him up, he just sorta scoffs out a little laugh, nods, and then continues with his point. “As I was saying-”
Hobi: Absolutely caught off guard and dumbfounded for a moment, just staring at you with that cute “?” look on his face when you pull away. Completely forgot what he was saying and just kinda mumbles out a few more words like “So anyway, like I said… yeah…”
Namjoon: Depending on the argument, he either freezes for a second before going along with your action and kissing you back, or he gets annoyed and tries to continue the argument in between kisses. “No, *kiss* you don’t *kiss* understand *kiss*”
Jimin: I see him trying to take the lead of the situation, kissing you back hard till you’re breathless, and then trying to continue the argument. “And another thing-” If you kiss him again, he just channels his frustration into a very intense makeout session that leaves you covered and hickeys and him with a very smug look on his face
Taehyung: Honestly, top tier way to diffuse an argument with him, lol. He turns into such a sad, pouty baby whenever y’all argue, so he’s more than happy to follow your lead and just skip the fight and go straight to the ‘kiss and make up’ part. “Does this mean I won?”
Jungkook: I see him following your lead in the moment, kissing you back almost on reflex before pulling away and trying to go back to the argument. If you keep kissing him, he’ll give up and channel his frustrations elsewhere. “We’ll do it your way then.” *proceeds to scoop you up or drag you to the bedroom*
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hiii i really like reading your work, it’s always so detailed and precise (and sososo accurate) i was wondering if you could write an OT7 headcannon/imagine about them seeing you for the first time after they finish their military time (pls make it fluff)
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hiii there💜 first THANK YOU for this unbelievably sweet ask, and for loving the details I pour into these worlds. 🥺 your words mean everything to me...
i’m so sorry this took ages - I really needed a break. However Hobis concert had me vibrating and seeing all the members together and AHH SEEING YOONGI gave me such a boost (and i definitely didn't cry like ten times ahhh).
I tried to channeled all that emotion into these reunions, praying it’s what you wanted... if not feel free to ask again!
anyway... we almsot made it!
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BTS Seeing You After Military Service
Pairings: BTS(solo) x reader
Rating: R
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Warnings: Military Trauma, PTSD, Anxiety Attacks, Nightmares, Emotional Repression
KIM NAMJOON (RM)
THE DAY HE RETURNS
Public Facade
stands stiffly at the press conference
uniform far from starched
his knuckles whiten around the mic
reporter asks
“Was it lonely?”
“Soldiers don’t get lonely...”
he lies to the press
his eyes scanning the crowd for you (kinda hoping you're not there, not having to deal with ARMY that came although they told not to) - [I' m sorry but I ahd to write this, I was soooo mad...]
FIRST NIGHT HOME
his place is dark when he enters
no fanfare, just the hum of the fridge
he drops his duffel by the door
combat boots echoing in the stillness
moonlight stripes the floor where you stand
you're clutching a pot of sikye (sweet rice drink)
steam curling like a ghost between you
His Reaction
Physical
he freezes
rigid posture drilled into him for 547 days collapses
shoulders slump, head bows
a tremor runs through him
Verbal
broken whisper
“You… waited.”
Action
stumbles forward
boots abandoned mid-step
crushes you to his chest
face buried in your neck
he doesn’t cry (yet)
he shakes, silent and violent
= like a dam cracking after years of pressure
“They yelled… every night. Said I moved too slow. Thought too much.”
his grip on you tightens
“I counted stars in the trenches to stay sane. Named one after you.”
UNPACKING
you sit cross-legged on the floor as he empties his duffel
each item carries weight
a notebook
= filled with poems scratched in margins
“DMZ Dawn: Fog like regret / Gun oil and frost / I dreamt of her laugh.”
ration chocolate
unopened, expiry date passed
“Saved it… for you.”
smooth, grey stone
lifted from the ceasefire line
places it in your palm
“Held this when the nightmares came. Felt like… holding us.”
CONFESSION
he can’t sleep
you find him on the balcony, staring at Seoul’s skyline
“I forgot how to be Kim Namjoon...”
voice raw
“Just Sergeant Kim. Orders. Silence.”
you pull his military jacket from shoulders, wrapping him in the hoodie he had left for you
His Breaking Point
he turns, eyes glistening
“I heard ARMY’s cheers today,,, finally, althogh they should not be there. Thought of your voice…”
a tear finally falls
“That’s when I remembered, I’m not just a soldier. I’m yours.”
HEALING
Small Acts of Reconnection
Morning
you brew coffee
he watches, mesmerized
“I dreamed of this smell.”
Touch
flinches when you brush his hair back
too used to rough hands
seeks your fingers, interlacing them like a prayer
Words
reads you new lyrics at 3 a.m.
“Peace isn’t the absence of war / It’s her hand in mine / And the stars inside our walls.”
KIM SEOKJIN (JIN)
DISCHARGE DAY
salutes with a flourish
winks at cameras
grabs the mic before officers can stop him
“Worldwide Handsome is back! Did you miss this face? Be honest...”
reporters eat it up
only you see how his hand trembles holding the bouquet
PRIVATE MOMENT
Car Ride Home
leans back in the passenger seat, eyes closed
“Ahhh… civilian air! Smells like… freedom and my skincare routine.”
suddenly serious
grabs your hand
“You didn’t date anyone, right? I had spies. Six very loud spies.”
Arrival at His Apartment
kicks off military boots dramatically
“Never. Again. Do you know they made me use generic shampoo? It was a war crime.”
spots the feast you cooked: samgyeopsal, kimchi jjigae, a cake shaped like his face
“YAH! Is that me?! Am I delicious?!”
cackles, then hugs you so tight your feet lift
“I missed your cooking. And… you...”
UNSPOKEN STRUGGLES
you catch him staring blankly at his uniform hanging on the door
You: “Was it hard?”
Jin: “Psh! Hard? I charmed generals. Taught them TikTok dances!”
but when you touch his shoulder, his smile wavers
“…Okay, the beds were rocks. And the snoring! Ugh, louder than Jungkookie.”
rolls over at 3 AM
voice muffled in your hair
“Sometimes I’d look at the stars and pretend ARMY’s lightsticks were under them. Silly, right?”
before you answer, he fake-snores
“ZZzz… military discharge ZZzz…”
RE-CLAIMING OF JOY
First Morning Home
wears silk pajamas and a gold eye mask
“This is a uniform! Hydration, skincare, me time.”
dances to “Super Tuna” while flipping pancakes
PLANS
For ARMY
“SEOKJIN DAY” Concert
free live stream with actual tuna gifts thrown to fans (plushies)
“Safety first! Virtual tuna!”
Jin Joke Book
“101 Ways to Survive Military Service (by a Guy Who Didn’t).”
Mukbang VLIVE
eats 10 packets of jin ramyeon
“Unrationed! Uncensored!”
For You
Revenge Spa Day
books a couple’s massage
“They dared to give me calluses! Fix them!”
Private Karaoke Night
sings trot songs until dawn
“Louder than the artillery!”
Future Dreams
“Let’s adopt a real super tuna uhhh... puppie dog, and teach it to high-five!”
Extra:
you catch him quietly tracing your face at breakfast
“What?”
he grins, eyes crinkling
“Just memorizing. In case they drag me back for ‘Worldwide Handsomeness Duty.’”
pancake burns
he doesn’t care
MIN YOONGI (SUGA)
[pls idk how to do Yoongi for the first time because I have no idea what his service was like... if he says something next week I might write a new post on this]
DAILY GRIND
His Reality (Pre-Reunion)
Location
community center in Mapo-gu, Seoul
filing paperwork, teaching elderly citizens digital literacy
Constraints
curfew = home by 10 PM, no exceptions
uniform = scratchy polyester badge he hates touching
public scrutiny:
paparazzi sometimes staked outside the center
your monthly visits were tense
= coffee-shop meetings with guarded hugs
“Felt like a zoo animal at that place...”
THE LAST DAY OF SERVICE
he hands in his badge
walks past reporters without a word
texts you first
"Done. Door unlocked. Don’t bring takeout... I am cooking."
REUNION
you find him in his studio
not the living room, not the kitchen... the studio
it's his sanctuary
he’s wearing soft gray sweatpants and an old BTS hoodie
sleeves frayed, smelling of lavender
no more uniforms, no more badges
later moves to the kitchen to make promised dinner
His Reaction
Physical
doesn’t turn when you enter
keeps chopping kimchi
his shoulders relax
subtle drop of tension held for 18 months
Verbal
“Took us long enough.”
he pauses
“...Missed you.”
Action
turns, knife still in hand
sees your tears and sighs
“Yah. Come here.”
pulls you into a one-armed hug (left shoulder still stiff)
face buried in your hair
he doesn’t cry
tho his grip is desperate
fingers clutching your shirt like you might dissolve
“Hearing ARMY scream at Hobis concert last week…”
his voice cracks
“Fuck. Forgot how much I needed that sound. Forgot how much I needed you.”
THE UNWINDING
Ritual of Return
Hoodie
“Stole it last winter. Smelled like you. Only thing that made that fucking uniform bearable.”
Playlist
hands you aux cord
“No more community center elevator music. Play something real.”
Silence
sits you on his studio couch
kneading your hand like he’s reassuring himself you’re tangible
“Talk. Or don’t. Just... stay.”
EMOTIONAL RELEASE
plays the demo for BTS’s comeback album first track
raw piano, no vocals
stops mid-chord
“They treated me like glass. ‘Don’t lift that, Min-ssi! Don’t stress!’”
he mimics a high-pitched voice, scowling
“But hearing ARMY say ‘we’re back’ yesterday…”
meets your eyes, vulnerability stark
“Felt like I could breathe again. Like me again.”
HEALING
Small Acts of Reclamation
Curfew Broken
stays up until 3 AM watching Train to Busan with you
“Just ’cause I can.”
Touch
lets you massage his stiff shoulder without flinching
the moment his CO barks the command, his shoulders drop a fraction
cameras flash as fans scream
he offers a flawless salute, jaw tight
"Yes, sir! Proud to serve!"
his eyes dart through the crowd like searchlights
"Where is she?"
FIRST MOMENT
you’re waiting under an old oak tree at the edge of the base
= his request
"No cameras, no ARMY. Just us."
he spots you
His Reaction
Physical
tremor runs through him
his polished drill-instructor composure shatters
Sound
choked gasp
then a broken, high-pitched "Yah...!"
drops his duffel and sprints
Action
collides with you so hard you stumble
his arms lock like steel bands
buries his face in your neck, sobbing
gog tags dig into your collarbone
"You came..."
voice muffled against your skin
"I dreamed of this. Every. Damn. Night."
UNPACKING
back at his apartment, he kneels on the floor
unpacking his duffel with trembling hands
each item tells a story
Neatly Folded Letters
every one you sent
edges frayed from rereading
"Read them during night watch. Your words kept the dark away."
Miniature Whistle
= his drill sergeant tool
presses it into your palm
"Used it to call ‘attention!’... but really, I just wanted to scream I miss you!"
CONFESSION
startles awake at 2 a.m.
gasping
haunted by phantom shouts
you find him in the kitchen, chugging water
knuckles white on the counter
"They called me Sunshine Sergeant..."
whispers, voice raw
"But nights were… dark. So dark."
What Breaks Him
you touch his back (just a light brush)
he crumples
"I had to be hard, jagiya. But I cried in the showers. Every. Single. Day."
tears streak his face as he clings to you
"Forgive me? For not being… sunshine?"
HEALING
Morning
cooks ramyeon
burning it spectacularly
Touch
flinches when a car backfires
tangles your fingers with his
thumb rubbing your knuckles like a lifeline
Dance
in the living room
pulls you close
no music, just swaying
"Missed this. Missed you. Let’s never stop moving."
BONUS
puts on his old "Hope World" hoodie
grabs your hand then drags you to Han River Park
"Let’s feed the ducks! And…"
pulls a tiny box from his pocket
it's matching necklaces
"So everyone knows you’re mine."
when you laugh, his smile finally reaches his eyes
PARK JIMIN
THE DAY HE RETURNS
he exits posture razor-straight
face carved into stoicism
press cameras flash
he offers a flawless salute, jaw tight
but when a reporter shouts, "Any message for ARMY?" his composure wavers
eyes darting through the crowd
he rasps:
"I... just want to go home."
FIRST NIGHT HOME
you wait at his dimly lit apartment
heart pounding
keys rattle in the lock
he steps inside, hair regulation-short
skin dry, shoulders broadened by combat training
his eyes find you instantly
His Reaction
Physical
agasp tears from him
his duffel bag thuds to the floor
Movement
crosses the room in three strides
not running, but an urgent march
Breakdown
collapses against you
arms locking like steel bands
he doesn’t just cry, he shatters
sobs wrack his body
hot tears soaking your shoulder
"I dreamed of this..."
he chokes
"Every night in the barracks... your smell... your voice..."
What You Feel
ridged scar on his knuckles from training
the tremor in his hands as they fist your shirt
the way he buries his face in your neck
= breathing you in like oxygen
UNPACKING
you kneel beside him as he empties his duffel
A Faded Photo
you laughing, tucked inside his helmet liner
water-stained at the edges
"Looked at this during night watch... made the stars feel closer."
Black Stone
"Held it when they yelled... imagined it was your hand."
His Dog Tags
presses them into your palm
"Carried you against my heart. Every. Single. Day."
NIGHTMARES
he jolts awake at 3 a.m.
gasping, drenched in sweat
instinctively, he scans the dark room, assessing threats
you ouch his arm gently
"Jimin-ah. It’s me. You’re home."
"They broke us down"
he whispers, voice trembling
"Made us scream, crawl through mud... called us weak."
he turns to you, eyes haunted
"I never cried there. Not once. Saved it all... for you."
THE HEALING
Small Acts of Reconnection
Touch Therapy
craves skin contact constantly
presses your palm to his cheek while making coffee
"Just... need to feel you're real."
Voice Relearning
sings "Promise" to you at dawn
voice rough from disuse
stumbles over the high notes
"Sorry... out of practice."
you join in softly
he cries again
= healing tears this time
Extra:
he traces your face with roughened fingers
"They tried to erase Park Jimin, but you? You remembered me back to life."
KIM TAEHYUNG (V)
THE DAY HE RETURNS
he descends the base steps in sunglasses hiding tired eyes
flashes a Boxy Smile at cameras
blows kisses to ARMY
his fingers tap nervously against his leg
reporter shouts: “What’s first after discharge?”
he grins
“A nap… and a kiss from my wife.”
crowd swoons
only you see the tremor in his hands
FIRST NIGHT HOME
you expect chaos
= confetti, champagne, his loud laugh echoing off walls
instead, you open the door to silence
apartment is transformed
= fairy lights drip from ceilings, velvet drapes pool on floors, a vintage record player spins “Fly Me to the Moon.”
Taehyung stands in soft linen pants, barefoot, holding a single gardenia
His Reaction
Physical
he doesn’t move
just drinks you in
= the way you clutch the doorframe, the tears already spilling
slowly sinks to one knee
not to propose again but to breathe
Verbal
“I practiced this speech for months, now I… forgot it all.”
Action
rises and crosses the room in three strides
cradles your face like porcelain
“Wife.”
the word is a prayer, a promise, a homecoming
CONFESSION
Midnight Honesty
you find him on the balcony
he plays a jagged, aching melody, something raw and new
“Wrote this after night patrol.”
voice rough
“Saw Orion’s Belt… remembered how you’d trace it on my back.”
he turns, eyes glittering
“Military Taehyung was fine. But he wasn’t… me. Not without you.”
HEALING
Small Acts of Reconnection
Morning
makes you dalgona coffee, but badly
“Forgot how to whisk! Forgive me?”
licks foam off your nose
Touch
keeps a hand on you at all times
= your waist, your ankle, your pinky hooked in his
“Need to remember you’re real.”
Art Therapy
paints your portrait at 3 a.m.
“Vintage filter... because you’re timeless.”
JEON JUNGKOOK
THE DAY HE RETURNS
strides off the military transport
posture razor-sharp, beret low, gaze shadowed
cameras flash as he salutes, jaw clenched
answers media in clipped syllables
“Honored to serve. Focused on duty.”
a reporter shouts: “What’s first thing you’ll do as civilian?”
his eyes snap to the crowd
“Hug someone...”
he rasps with a smirk
but mic catches the crack in his voice
FIRST NIGHT HOME
you wait at his house, heart hammering after an instant police call
scared after somoeone tried to break in
then the door clicks open
he stands framed in darkness
broader shoulders, new tattoo on his shoulder, knuckles scarred, birn marks on his arms
His Reaction:
Physical
drops his duffel
takes one step
two...
then crashes into you
lifting you off your feet
his arms lock like steel cables
= a soldier’s grip, desperate and possessive
Verbal
his voice is a raw, shattered whisper against your ear
“Jagiya. I counted the stars. I counted the bullets. I counted you.”
Unspoken
he trembles not from cold
but from the release of too many days of forced control
What Breaks Him
you touch his new tattoo (your favourite flower)
he flinches, then crumbles
“They made us scream. Run till we vomited. But this... this kept me human.”
presses your palm onto the new ink
tears streak his cheeks
= silent, furious
he hasn’t cried since boot camp
UNPACKING
he kneels on the floor, you beside him
Faded Hoodie
your university hoodie
stolen pre-enlistment
it smells of sweat and earth
“Slept in it. Got yelled at. Worth it.”
Bullet Casing
polished smooth
"Found it on the range. Thought… ‘She’d hate this.’ Kept it to remind me why I needed to come home.”
NIGHTMARES
you wake to his choked gasp
he’s rigid, drenched in sweat
eyes wide, unseeing
“Don’t move! Tripwire...!”
Your Response
you touch his wrist
light, so he doesn’t reflexively strike
then you hum “Magic Shop” until his breathing steadies
"They dropped us in mountains. No food. No light. Just… cold.”
he curls around you
face buried in your hair
“I’d close my eyes and see your smile. That was my compass.”
HEALING
Small Acts of Reconnection
Touch
he startles at sudden movements
you move slowly
brush his hair, trace his scars
by day three, he seeks it
= nuzzling your palm like a wounded animal learning trust
Food
cooks gamjatang at 2 a.m.
army rations ruined his stomach
“Need real food. Need you.”
Vulnerability
shows you his special forces manual
notes scribbled in margins:
Page 42: “Pain tolerance drill. Thought of her laugh. Lasted 3 mins longer.”
Page 109: “Night navigation. Followed Orion’s Belt. Her favorite constellation.”
This is gonna sound super specific LMAOOO okay so can u write a jungkook fanfic smut pls where its an established relationship and the couple live in a huge beach house and have a private beach and they are relaxing on the beach and when the reader is tanning her back Jungkook like slaps her ass then they just like…have sex on the beach…I KNOW IT SOUNDS SO RANDOM BUT LIKE IDK i want it really passionate and like loving yk?
Anywho I love ur writing ur really good at writing!!! And thank you if u put this into consideration 🫶🫶🫶🩷🩷🩷🩷
Heyy thank you for your request!! This literally was so nice to write. Had me in my feels lfmfofsosj. Thank youuu💋🩷 (ps: sorry for the long ass wait)
mdni!!!
The morning sun painted the sky in soft hues of pink and blue, casting a warm glow over the endless stretch of ocean before you. Waves rolled gently onto the shore, their rhythmic whispers blending with the occasional cry of seagulls overhead. A salty breeze carried the scent of the sea through the open sliding doors of your home. The dream-like beach house you and Jungkook had built together. Your touch to the interior with his hard work on the exterior. He didn’t mind though, seeing your vision come to life made him happy.
You laid on your stomach on the soft sand just beyond your private deck, legs stretched out, toes sinking into the cool grains.
Dressed in his loose linen pants and an unbuttoned white shirt fluttering in the wind, Jungkook stood by the water’s edge, gazing at the horizon with a peaceful expression. His dark hair was tousled, strands falling into his eyes, and when he turned to look at you, a slow smile spread across his lips.
“You’re staring,” he teased, voice warm and teasing as he padded back toward you. Even though he was the one staring hard long before. He didn’t want to bother you though, wanted to give you your space. He didn’t mind though he loved admiring you when you didn’t notice.
“Can you blame me? You’re like… some Greek god walking out of the ocean.”
Jungkook laughed, low and soft, before dropping onto the sand beside you. He reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours as he leaned in close, his breath warm against your cheek. “Then that makes you my goddess.”
You scoffed playfully but couldn’t stop the way your heart fluttered at his words. He always had a way of making you feel like the most cherished person in the world.
Suddenly, you felt a light smack on your butt, making you yelp in surprise. “Kook!” you fussed, twisting slightly to glare at him.
He grinned, unbothered, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You look like you need more sunscreen,” he said innocently, the smirk in his tone giving him away. “Want me to put some on for you?”
You didn’t need to turn your head to picture the smug grin on his face. With a little sigh, you relented. “Go ahead, Kook.”
Jungkook shifted, straddling the backs of your thighs as he settled comfortably on top of you. His warm hands smoothed sunscreen over your back, slow and deliberate, massaging it into your skin. But it wasn’t long before his hands drifted lower, slipping just under the edge of your bikini bottoms to gently caress the curve of your ass.
You let out a soft breath, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as his touch lingered. His hands roamed back up, gliding over your waist, then your shoulders. You couldn’t ignore the growing hardness pressing against you as he shifted slightly on your lower back. You could feel his bulge, heavy and undeniable, making your pulse quicken.
A quiet gasp escapes your lips. You bite your lower lip, your body instinctively arching ever so slightly beneath him.
A soft chuckle rumbled from him as he leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “You feel that, baby?” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “You’re driving me crazy, just lying here like this.”
His lips grazed the sensitive spot just below your ear, sending a shiver through you. You squirmed a little under him, half playful, half needy, your cheeks heating up. “Kook…” you warned softly, but there was no real protest in your voice.
He chuckled, the sound low and intimate, and pressed a lingering kiss to the back of your shoulder. His hands continued their slow exploration, gliding over your hips, smoothing up your waist, then slipping under the sides of your bikini top to skim the sides of your breasts, thumbs brushing teasingly along the sensitive skin there.
You whimpered softly, toes curling in the sand as you pressed your cheek into your folded arms, feeling yourself melt under his touch. His hips shifted again, the hard length of him unmistakable against you now, and when he let out a quiet, shaky breath, you knew he was just as worked up as you were.
“Turn over for me, baby,” Jungkook murmured, his voice rougher now, hunger simmering just beneath the surface.
You obeyed, rolling onto your back to face him, eyes wide and lips parted. His dark gaze swept over you slowly, hungrily - taking in the flushed look on your face, the curve of your body, the way your bikini barely covered anything.
“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, bending down to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His mouth moved against yours with a kind of desperate sweetness, tongue sliding over yours, one hand cradling your face while the other trailed down your body, over your chest, your stomach, finally settling between your thighs.
You gasped softly into his mouth, hips arching toward his touch. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
“Think we should take this inside, or…” His thumb brushed teasingly along the edge of your bikini bottoms, eyes glinting with mischief. “…you want me to keep going right here?”
You barely had the breath to answer. Your pulse was racing, your skin prickling with anticipation as you gazed up at Jungkook. His dark eyes fixed on you, holding heat and affection all at once.
“Here,” you whispered, voice trembling slightly. “I want you here.”
That was all he needed to hear.
With a low groan, Jungkook leaned in, kissing you deeply, hungrily, his mouth moving over yours with a delicious urgency. His tongue slid against yours, teeth gently tugging at your bottom lip as his hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer until there was barely an inch of space between you.
He pressed himself against you, hips grinding subtly. You could feel every hard inch of him through the thin fabric of his linen pants, and it sent a shiver down your spine. His hand slid down between your thighs, fingers slipping under your bikini bottoms, brushing softly against the wet fabric.
You let out a shaky gasp, hips bucking slightly, instinctively opening your legs for him.
Jungkook’s breath hitched, and he smiled against your lips. “So wet already,” he murmured, voice dark and thick with desire. “You want me that bad, baby?”
You whimpered, nodding, unable to form words as his fingers teased you with slow, gentle strokes that made your toes curl in the sand. His mouth moved down your neck, kissing and nibbling softly, until he reached the edge of your bikini top. Without warning, he pulled it aside, mouth closing around your nipple, tongue flicking and sucking until you were arching under him, a soft moan spilling from your lips.
“Jungkook,” you gasped, threading your fingers into his hair.
He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, voice rough with need.
With a smooth, eager motion, he slipped your bikini bottoms down your legs, tossing them aside without a second thought. You reached down , tugging at the drawstring of his pants, and he quickly rid himself of them, leaving the both of you bare under the morning sun, the salty breeze cool against heated skin.
For a moment, he just looked at you. Eyes dark, chest rising and falling a little faster - like he was memorizing everything, burning the image of you into his mind. Then he was lowering himself over you, one hand braced in the sand beside your head, the other guiding himself to your entrance.
The morning sun warmed your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat burning between you and Jungkook.
You whimpered softly as he kissed you - deep, consuming, his mouth claiming yours like he couldn’t get enough. His hands were everywhere - sliding over your sides, cupping your breasts, fingers teasing your nipples until you gasped into his mouth. His thumb brushed your cheek tenderly, and the contrast between his soft touch and the raw need in his kiss made your heart ache.
He pulled back just slightly, dark eyes flicking over your face, a little breathless. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he murmured, voice hoarse with emotion. “Every time I look at you… I swear I fall harder.”
You felt a tight squeeze in your chest, your breath hitching, because no matter how many times Jungkook said things like that, it never stopped making you melt.
Your hands slid down his bare back, feeling the smooth, warm skin under your fingertips, the tension in his muscles as he hovered over you. You hooked your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him close, feeling the solid press of him, thick and hard, against your entrance.
“Please, Kook,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need.
He groaned softly, kissing you again - slower this time, deeper, his tongue brushing yours, drawing out every tiny sound you made.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling you so perfectly you both let out shaky, breathless moans. Your hands slid up his back, nails lightly digging into his skin as he bottomed out, hips pressing flush against yours.
“Fuck,” Jungkook whispered, dropping his forehead to yours, his breath warm and ragged. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking good”
When he started to move, it was slow at first. Long, deep thrusts, his hips rocking against yours in a steady rhythm. You clung to him, gasping softly with each movement, your nails raking lightly down his back, leaving faint red lines.
“Please…” you whimpered, arching your hips, needing more.
He let out a low, needy groan, his pace quickening as he buried himself deeper, harder. His hand slid under your thigh, lifting your leg to angle you just right, and the change made you cry out. Pleasure crashing through you, sharp and overwhelming.
He began to thrust. Ones that made your head spin, every roll of his hips sending pleasure sparking through your whole body. His mouth found yours again, kissing you fiercely as his pace picked up, the soft slap of skin on skin blending with the sound of waves crashing nearby.
“Is this what you wanted baby?”Jungkook murmured against your skin, his breath hot and ragged.
You choke out a mumble and moan. “Use your words” he caresses your face.
His words sent a shiver down your spine, your pussy tightening around him as the tension coiled tighter and tighter. He felt it too, you could tell by the way his breath hitched, by the soft curses slipping past his lips as he drove into you harder, faster.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, moaning softly into his mouth as he hit just the right spot over and over.
His mouth was everywhere, kissing along your neck, biting gently at your collarbone, sucking at the sensitive skin just above your breast until you whimpered. His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts, and you felt yourself falling apart. Pleasure building so fast it left you breathless.
“I’m so close,” you gasped, clinging to him.
“Me too, baby,” Jungkook groaned, kissing you hard, his pace turning rougher, more frantic. “Come with me… I wanna feel you.”
Your body tightened, the coil inside you snapping as waves of pleasure rippled through you. Your cry muffled against his mouth as you clenched around him, trembling under the force of your orgasm. Jungkook followed with a shuddering moan, hips grinding deep as he came inside you, his arms wrapping around you tightly like he couldn’t bear to let you go.
For a long moment, the only sounds were your racing breaths, the soft crash of waves, the rustling breeze. Jungkook pressed his face into your neck, placing slow, tender kisses along your skin as he held you close.
“God, baby,” he whispered softly, voice rough but affectionate. “You’re everything to me.”
You smiled, stroking your fingers through his damp hair, heart swelling with love. “I love you, Kook.”
He lifted his head, brushing a gentle kiss to your lips, his smile a little lazy and dazed. “Round two inside?” he asked again, his tone light but the hungry look in his eyes made your stomach flip.
You laughed softly, cheeks flushed, and tugged at his hand. “Lead the way, Greek god.”
Jungkook grinned wide, pulling you up with him and wrapping you in his arms as he carried you back toward the house, whispering sweet nothings against your ear. His touch tender, but the fire in his eyes promising that once you were inside, the passion between you was far from over.
◦ summary ↠ getting yourself off to your childhood friend’s sexual escapades was definitely not on your radar, but seems like it should’ve been a long time ago.
◦ pairing ↠ jimin x reader
◦ word count ↠ 5.2k
◦ genre ↠ smut, fluff, angst-ish
◦ content warning(s) ↠ fuckboy!jimin, childhood friends to lovers, roommate au, suggestive/explicit content, dirty talk, thigh riding, penetrative sex, ejaculation, f. and m. orgasm, oral sex, fingering, vouyerism (?), masturbation, alcohol consumption
a/n: i put together another one for you guys! hope you enjoy <3
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Sitting on the couch in the living room, you held a book in your lap, though you hadn't turned a page in the past twenty minutes. The soft glow of the late morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm light on the cozy apartment. The space was a blend of both you and your roommate, Jimin’s, personalities: your collection of plants thriving in the corners, and Jimin's eclectic mix of posters and musical instruments scattered about. A framed photo of the two of you at your high school graduation hung on the wall, a reminder of the years you had shared.
Your eyes kept drifting to the hallway, waiting for the inevitable sound of Jimin's bedroom door opening. The apartment was unusually quiet this morning, the calm before the storm. Sure enough, the door creaked open, and you heard the soft, murmured goodbyes. A minute later, a petite, pretty brunette emerged, looking slightly disheveled but clearly satisfied. She glanced at you with a polite nod, her high heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor as she made her way to the front door. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, mixing with the aroma of fresh coffee.
Jimin followed shortly after, wearing his usual post-hookup grin. His dark hair was tousled, and his t-shirt was slightly wrinkled. There was a certain smugness in his stride that was both infuriating and oddly endearing. He stopped in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Another one, huh?" you quipped, raising an eyebrow as you set your book aside. "Didn't you have a girl over just last night? What’s going on, Jimin? Suddenly in heat after being a big ‘ol virgin in high school?"
Jimin chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. "Guess I'm making up for lost time," he said, flashing you a playful wink.
You shook your head, unable to keep the smirk off your face. "Never thought I'd see the day. The shy boy next door turned playboy extraordinaire. What happened to you?"
He shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "People change, you know."
As he sauntered into the kitchen, you followed, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach. The kitchen was bright and airy, with sunlight streaming through the large windows. The small dining table where the two of you often shared meals was cluttered with the remnants of breakfast: an empty cereal bowl, a half-finished cup of coffee, and a plate with crumbs. Jimin moved to the coffee maker, his back muscles rippling under his shirt as he poured himself a cup.
"You sure you're okay with this?" he asked, turning to face you, his expression suddenly serious. "I mean, if it's bothering you, I can tone it down."
You forced a laugh, waving off his concern. "It's fine, Jimin. We're adults. You can do what you want."
But the truth was, it wasn’t fine. The more you tried to brush it off, the harder it became to ignore the growing tension inside you. Each night, as the sounds from his room filled the apartment, you found it increasingly difficult to sleep. The moans, the bed creaking, the unmistakable intimacy—it all sent a shiver down your spine, making your cheeks flush and your heart race. You’d lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to push the images forming in your mind aside. But the curiosity and arousal were impossible to ignore. You started seeing Jimin in a way you never had before, wondering what it would be like to be one of those girls.
Mornings became a minefield of awkward encounters. You’d bump into his overnight guests in the kitchen, exchanging polite smiles and trying to mask your discomfort. Jimin, for his part, seemed oblivious to your internal struggle. He would flash you his usual bright smile, completely unaware of the turmoil he was causing within you.
One morning, as you poured yourself a cup of coffee, you couldn’t help but steal glances at the girl Jimin had brought home the night before. She was stunning, with perfect hair and a confident air that made you feel oddly inadequate. You wondered what Jimin saw in her, and whether he had ever looked at you the same way. The thought sent a pang of jealousy through you, but you quickly shoved it aside, forcing yourself to act normal.
This newfound awareness of Jimin’s sexual escapades was driving you crazy. You found yourself unable to concentrate on anything, your mind constantly drifting back to the sounds and sights that had become a part of your nightly routine. The more you tried to ignore it, the stronger the feelings grew.
As the days passed, your curiosity began to flourish further and further towards lust, which it was already quite a lot of. You started paying more attention to Jimin, noticing the way his muscles flexed when he moved, the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, the way his voice deepened when he spoke to his conquests. You were seeing him in a completely new light, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
That evening, after a particularly loud night of giggles and thumping from Jimin's room, you found yourself in the kitchen, brewing a pot of chamomile tea in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves. The door to Jimin’s room opened, and you heard soft footsteps approaching. You stiffened, your heart rate picking up as Jimin entered the kitchen, shirtless and looking annoyingly perfect despite the late hour.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked, leaning casually against the counter.
“Yeah, something like that,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.
He grinned, clearly oblivious to the turmoil he was causing. “Didn’t mean to keep you up,” he said, his tone teasing. “Or maybe I did,” he added with a wink.
You rolled your eyes, though a small part of you couldn't help but appreciate the sight of him. “You’re impossible, Jimin.”
He stepped closer, and you could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely him. “You know, if you ever need a distraction…” he started, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone.
Your breath hitched. “Don’t joke about that,” you said, more harshly than you intended.
He looked taken aback, his playful expression fading. “Hey, I was just kidding. Are you okay?”
You sighed, turning away to pour your tea. “I’m fine, Jimin. Just tired.”
But you weren’t fine. You were far from fine, a potent mix of jealousy and desire taking root within you. It was like your body had a mind of its own, going into heat anytime you’d cross paths with him.
It felt strange to you, considering this was the boy you’d grown up with for such a huge portion of your life. You’d been by his side when he was an ultra nerd, when he wouldn’t dare make a move on a single girl. You’d never imagined you could ever see him as more than that, but here you were.
“Jimin, can I ask you something?” You felt your heart skip a beat.
“Anything,” he replied, his expression soft.
“Why do you do it?” you asked, surprising even yourself with the question. “All the girls, I mean.”
He seemed to ponder this for a moment, then shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just…easy, I guess. No strings, no complications.”
You looked at him, trying to keep your voice steady. “But isn’t it lonely? Doesn’t it make you feel empty?”
Jimin shrugged, a nonchalant smile on his face. “Not really. I’m just having fun, you know?”
Your chest tightened, but you kept your tone light. “You’re not as invincible as you think you are, you know. One day, you’re going to meet someone who makes you want to risk everything.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Maybe, but I’m not worried about that right now. I’m just taking things as they come.”
You nodded, though your mind was far from at ease. “I hope you find what you’re looking for, Jimin.”
He gave you a casual smile. “Thanks. And hey, don’t worry about me. I’m doing just fine.”
You forced a smile in return. “Yeah, I know. Just take care of yourself.”
And with that, you returned to your room, plunging onto the soft cotton sheets that covered your bed. The memory of his teasing words lingered in your mind. “You know, if you ever need a distraction…” His voice had dropped to a low, seductive tone, and though you’d laughed it off at the time, the suggestion had planted a seed in your mind.
Alone in the dim light of your room, your thoughts wandered back to Jimin. You couldn’t deny the magnetic pull you felt towards him, the way your body reacted to his touch, his voice, his presence. You found yourself imagining what it would be like to take him up on his offer, to let him distract you in the most intimate way.
Your hand drifted down your body, your breath hitching as you let your fantasies take over. You imagined the feel of his strong, thick thighs under you, the way they would flex and shift as you rode them. The thought made your pulse quicken, and you let out a soft sigh, your fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin.
In your mind, you could see Jimin’s intense gaze, feel his hands on your hips, guiding you. The way his muscles would ripple under your touch, the low growl of his voice as he whispered your name. You imagined the way his thighs would feel beneath you, strong and steady, the friction igniting every nerve in your body.
Your breathing grew heavier, your movements more urgent as you lost yourself in the fantasy. The thought of being with Jimin, of feeling him in such an intimate way, sent waves of pleasure through you. You could almost hear his voice, feel his breath against your skin, the heat of his body enveloping you.
It wasn’t long before your fantasies reached their peak, your body trembling with release. You lay there for a moment, catching your breath, your mind still filled with images of Jimin. The intensity of your desire surprised you, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to turn your fantasies into reality.
The next weekend, Jimin knocked on your bedroom door, poking his head in with a grin. “Hey, you got any plans tonight?”
You looked up from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Not really. Why?”
“I’m heading to the club with some friends,” he said, stepping inside. “You should come with us.”
You shook your head, laughing softly. “You know I’m not into that scene, Jimin. I’m fine here.”
He walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge. “Come on, you’re always sitting at home. One night out won’t kill you. It’ll be fun, I promise.”
You sighed, setting your book aside. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t know what to do there.”
Jimin smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Just let loose for once. Dance, have a few drinks, and enjoy yourself. I’ll be there with you the whole time.”
You hesitated, biting your lip. “I’m really not sure. It’s not my thing.”
“Please,” he said, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes. “Do it for me? I hate seeing you cooped up all the time.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. “Alright, alright. I’ll go. But if it gets too much, I’m leaving.”
“Deal,” Jimin said, standing up and pulling you to your feet. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “I better not.”
As you got ready, you felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Jimin was right—you rarely went out, and maybe it was time to change that. You put on a nice outfit, something that made you feel confident, and met Jimin in the living room.
“Ready?” he asked, smiling warmly at you.
“Ready,” you replied, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your stomach.
With Jimin by your side, you set out for the club, wondering what the night had in store.
The music was loud, the lights were dazzling, and the drinks were flowing. After a few shots, you felt more relaxed, the alcohol dulling your inhibitions. Jimin stayed close to you all night, dancing and laughing in a way that made you feel like you were the only two people in the room.
The club was packed, a sea of bodies moving to the throbbing bass that reverberated through the air. Flashing lights painted the room in hues of blue and red, creating an almost hypnotic atmosphere. You and Jimin had already downed a few shots, the alcohol buzzing warmly through your veins, making everything feel a little more vibrant and a lot less restrained.
You found yourselves on the dance floor, pressed close together by the throng of people. The music pounded around you, a sultry beat that seemed to dictate the movements of your bodies. Jimin's hands found your hips, pulling you against him, and you didn't resist. You’d never felt his touch in a way so intimate before. The feel of his body so close to yours was electrifying, and you let the music take over, swaying in perfect rhythm with him.
Jimin’s breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in to speak, his voice barely audible over the music. “You’re a really good dancer,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin.
You shivered, pressing closer to him. “So are you,” you replied, feeling bolder than usual. The alcohol had stripped away your inhibitions, leaving you more daring and less concerned about the consequences.
As the song changed to something even more sensual, Jimin's hands roamed a bit more, sliding up and down your sides, occasionally grazing the small of your back. Each touch sent a jolt through you, making your heart race. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, your bodies moving as one.
Your faces were inches apart now, and you could see the intensity in Jimin's eyes. There was something different about the way he looked at you tonight—something that made your pulse quicken and your breath hitch. His eyes flickered to your lips, and for a moment, you thought he might kiss you right there on the dance floor.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, his voice husky and filled with something you couldn’t quite identify—desire, perhaps, or something even deeper.
“Good,” you whispered back, the word escaping before you could think better of it.
The tension between you was palpable, a current that made every touch, every brush of skin against skin, feel like a spark. You weren’t sure how much longer you could stand it. The alcohol had dulled your fears but sharpened your desires, and all you wanted was to close the small gap between you and feel his lips on yours.
Jimin seemed to feel the same way. His grip on your waist tightened, and he leaned in even closer, his lips almost touching your ear. “You wanna head back?” he suggested, his voice barely more than a breath. “It’s feeling a little stuffy in here.” You nodded, simply wanting to be alone with him. You quickly bid your friends goodbye, before taking off.
Jimin took your hand in his, leading you through the crowd and out of the club, the cool night air hitting you like a shock after the heat of the dance floor. The tension between you was still there, simmering just below the surface.
The ride home in the Uber had been a blur, the tension between you growing with each passing second. You both sat close, his leg pressed against yours, the occasional brush of his hand against your thigh sending sparks through your body. You exchanged lingering glances, the desire in his eyes reflecting your own.
Back at the apartment, the door had barely closed behind you before Jimin was on you again, his hands on your waist as he backed you against the wall. The electricity between you crackled in the air, making every nerve in your body stand on end.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice low and intense as he looked into your eyes.
You shivered, pressing closer to him. “I think I’m starting to get an idea,” you replied, breathless.
He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and hungry, as if he had been waiting for this moment forever. You kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.
The kiss deepened, growing more intense as the pent-up tension between you finally found release. His hands roamed your body, sending shivers down your spine with every touch. You could feel the heat radiating off him, matching the fire that burned inside you.
Just as things were escalating, Jimin suddenly pulled back, breathing heavily. “I can’t do this,” he said, his voice strained.
You blinked, trying to process his words. “What’s wrong?” you asked, your heart sinking.
He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I can do this with you.”
“What are you talking about?” you asked, your heart sinking at his words as your throat grew tight. “You do this all the time. Why is it any different with me?”
Jimin sighed, looking tormented. “Because it’s not the same. It’s... it’s different.”
You felt a mix of anger and sadness rising. “Different how? Were you not liking it?”
“No, it’s not that,” he said quickly, reaching for your hand. “I just… really care about you. And I don’t want to just have a quick, meaningless hookup with you.”
His confession left you stunned. “What do you mean?” you whispered, your voice trembling.
“I thought sleeping around would make it easier to stop thinking about you, but it’s never felt right.” Jimin took a deep breath, his voice tinged with regret. “I can’t treat it like you’re just another girl because you’re not. I’ve always wanted it to be you, but I knew I didn’t really stand a chance.”
You felt a lump in your throat, tears welling in your eyes.
He had both a vulnerable and relieved look. “I know it sounds messed up, but I didn’t know how else to deal with it. I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”
You took a step closer, your heart pounding. “Jimin, I want you too. I know I said it didn’t bother me, but it’s honestly been driving me insane. I couldn’t help but feel jealous whenever you’d bring all the girls in, you know?”
His eyes widened with surprise and relief. “You did?”
You nodded, feeling a mixture of hope and longing. “Yes. I wanted you, Jimin. I still do.”
The air between you crackled with unspoken desire as you closed the gap between you, your lips meeting in a kiss that was filled with all the emotions you had kept bottled up. This time, it wasn’t just about lust—it was about love and longing, and the connection you both craved.
As the kiss deepened, you felt Jimin’s hands on your back, pulling you closer. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. You both knew what you wanted. Jimin slipped his firm hands beneath your thighs, lifting you up in a swift movement, keeping his lips connected to yours. You locked your legs around his torso, arms placed around his neck.
His lips felt perfect against your own, the pillowy feeling of them pulling you deeper into the moment. You gasped for air every now and then, but were not given much of a break before the two of you were at it again, more passionate than before. Your fingers traced along the back of his neck as you were buried in each other’s faces, occasionally gripping at his hair.
“F-Fuck Y/N, I’ve wanted this so bad,” Jimin croaked, heavy breaths escaping his lips.
“Trust me, I have too.” You chuckled, pecking his nose before going back into his lips. You found yourself sucking on his bottom lip and had each other’s tongues periodically crossing the barriers between the two of you.
Jimin placed his hands at your ass, as if for a better grip on you, before carrying you over to his bedroom. The journey there was a shaky one, as neither of you could seem to separate from basking in the feelings of one another. Upon arrival, he set you on his bed, before pulling off his shirt and crawling atop you.
Your eyes followed him with delight, staring up at him with doe eyes that he couldn’t help but grin at.
“God, you’re so cute.” Jimin’s hand rose up to touch your face, his large thumb swiping along your cheek. He pecked the same spot, sending shivers down your spine. He then leaned back, his eyes taking in your form with a mix of admiration and desire.
Slowly, you tugged at the hem of your own shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. Jimin's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, and his hands quickly followed, exploring the newly exposed skin. His touch was both gentle and possessive, making your body arch into him with every caress.
Jimin's lips traveled down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that made you shiver. He nipped at your collarbone, eliciting a gasp from you as his hands roamed over your curves. You felt his fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra, and within moments, it was discarded, leaving you bare to his hungry gaze.
“Beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his lips finding their way to your breasts. He took his time, savoring each kiss and lick, driving you wild with need. Your hands roamed over his toned back, feeling his muscles flex beneath your touch as he continued his ministrations.
You couldn’t wait any longer. Your hands traveled down his torso, fingers tracing the lines of his abs before reaching the waistband of his jeans. You fumbled with the button, your eagerness evident as you finally managed to undo it. Jimin chuckled softly, a sound filled with both amusement and anticipation.
“Eager, aren’t we?” he teased, but his voice was thick with desire. He helped you with the rest, quickly shedding his jeans and boxers. The sight of him, fully naked and aroused, sent a jolt of anticipation through you.
He leaned back down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as his hands made quick work of removing the last of your clothing. Now, with nothing between you, the heat of his body against yours was almost overwhelming. You could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against you, making your own arousal spike.
Jimin’s hand slid between your thighs, his fingers teasing your entrance before slipping inside.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered. “I guess you really haven’t gotten any in a while.” A sly smirk appeared on his face as your face turned into a face of shock.
“Hey—!” you began, before you were cut off by his hand covering your mouth.
“Shh,” Jimin whispered, his eyes darkening with desire. “Let me take care of you.”
You moaned into his mouth as he pressed further against your g-spots. Your hips bucked against his hand as he worked you with skilled, deliberate movements. Every touch, every stroke, brought you closer to the edge. His fingers thrusted inside you, curling to hit that perfect spot that made your vision blur even harder.
Your moans grew louder, the sound filling the room as your body tensed, every muscle tightening in anticipation. Jimin’s other hand slid up your body, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers, adding another layer of sensation to the mix.
“Jimin, I’m so close,” you panted, your hips moving in time with his thrusts, chasing the climax that was just out of reach. He bit down gently on your earlobe, his breath hot and ragged in your ear.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you,” he growled.
The combination of his words, his touch, and the raw intensity in his eyes left you pooled with desperation. Your orgasm hit you with a force that left you breathless, your body convulsing around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his back as you rode out the climax.
Jimin didn’t stop, continuing to pump his fingers inside you, prolonging your pleasure until you were a quivering mess beneath him. When he finally pulled his hand away, he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with a satisfied smirk.
“God, you taste amazing,” he said, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at you. You were still catching your breath, your body humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“Jimin,” you breathed, reaching up to pull him down into a kiss. Your tongues tangled together, the taste of yourself on his lips adding to the intimate connection between you.
He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours. “Ready for more?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive murmur.
You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation. “Always,” you whispered, your body already aching for his touch again.
It was not long before his lips were back in contact with your skin, trailing kisses down your body which left a scorching path from your neck to your navel. Every touch sent shivers through you, your skin tingling with anticipation. When he reached your thighs, he gently spread them apart, positioning himself between them.
“Jimin…” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. The sight of him, his eyes locked onto yours with such intensity, made your heart race.
“I’ve always wondered what you’d taste like,” he murmured, his tone laced with eagerness. He leaned in closer, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sensation made you gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily.
“God, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place as he continued his exploration. His tongue moved with expert precision, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through you. He sucked gently on your clit, making your head spin and your breath come in ragged gasps.
“Jimin, please,” you begged, your fingers tangling in his hair as you tried to pull him closer. The need for release was overwhelming, every nerve in your body on fire.
He looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust and satisfaction. “Not yet, baby. I want to make you feel everything.”
As the intensity between you reached its peak, you felt a surge of boldness wash over you. Breaking away from the kiss, you looked up at Jimin with flushed cheeks and a determined gleam in your eyes.
"Jimin," you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper, "I want to ride your thigh."
His eyes widened in surprise, but a smirk quickly spread across his lips. "Hell yeah," he replied, his voice husky with seduction. “I didn’t know you were into that.”
You straddled his thigh, feeling the heat of his skin against yours as you positioned yourself just right. With a shaky breath, you began to move, your hips rolling against him in slow motions.
The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body with each movement. Jimin's hands roamed your curves, guiding you as you found a rhythm that drove you both wild.
You threw your head back, letting out a low moan as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level. Jimin's thigh provided the perfect amount of pressure, hitting all the right spots and pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Despite the immense feelings of pleasure, it didn’t seem to be enough, so you wanted more.
“I need you, Jimin,” you breathed, barely able to form the words as pleasure clouded your mind.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. Aligning himself with you, he slowly pushed his length inside you, filling you completely. The sensation was both intense and intimate, making you gasp as your bodies finally joined.
Jimin set a slow, steady pace, his movements deep. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, building steadily until you felt like you might burst. His lips never strayed far from yours, kissing you with a passion that matched the intensity of his movements. The familiar sound of his headboard banging against the wall filled the room as his thrusts grew rougher. It was a noise you were used to hearing from the other side of the wall, but were now able to experience for yourself.
Your hands clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you rode the waves of pleasure. The rhythm between you was perfect, a dance of desire and emotion that brought you closer with every thrust.
“Jimin, I’m gonna—” you cried out, unable to hold back any longer.
“Do it, Y/N. Come,” he urged, his voice a low growl.
The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with an intensity that left you trembling. Your vision blurred, your mind going blank as pleasure consumed you. Jimin continued to lap at you yet again, drawing out your climax until you were completely spent. Jimin held you close, his own release mingling with yours, the connection between you deeper than it had ever been.
Finally, he pulled away, crawling back up your body to capture your lips in a slow, tender kiss. As the waves of pleasure subsided, you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, your bodies still entwined. Jimin pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his breath warm against your skin.
“That was amazing, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with contentment. In that moment, everything felt perfect, the years of friendship and unspoken desire finally culminating in something beautiful.
Jimin chuckled softly, breaking the silence. “So, does this mean we can make this a regular thing?”
You laughed, playfully swatting his chest. “Are you saying you can’t get enough of me already?”
“Pretty much,” he grinned. “I don’t I could ever get enough of this.” His eyes sparkled with mischief as they drifted down the length of your body.
You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Neither do I, Jimin.”
With that, you both settled into a comfortable silence, cuddled close, bare skin against bare skin. As the night grew quieter, the rhythm of your breathing began to sync, and you found yourselves drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.
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When Love Felt Like Rain: Soft, Healing, Unending ♡
Pairing - Bf Jimin × Gf Reader
Genre - Slowburn
Warnings - Smut ( minors are advised not to interact)
Summary- Your Long term boyfriend finally made love to you ❤️.
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The road stretched endlessly under the dim orange of the setting sun. The air between was warm, soft ,the kind of silence that had grown familiar over months of this relationship and little acts of intimacy- holding hands, soft kisses, warm hugs , cozy cuddles , hot makeout sessions but never the real act .
Jimin and you were driving back from your little weekend trip ,the kind of trip that left unspoken things heavier than luggage. The music on the radio hummed low, matching the rhythm of their hearts that refused to fall in sync.
Then, the car gave a sputter , a small jerk and stopped.
Jimin frowned, hitting the steering lightly.
“Great,” Jimin muttered. “Middle of nowhere.”
You looked out through the windshield — just empty fields, dusky sky, and the faint promise of rain. “Maybe there’s a motel somewhere nearby,” you said softly trying to calm the situation as Jimin's worries faded at your soft assuring voice .
You both got out and decided to find a motel nearby to stay the night .
You walked down the road as wind carried the scent of wet earth before the first drop fell.
Soon It began with a drizzle as you looked at the sky and gasped.
" Oh no!" Jimin felt the water drops across him as he looked towards you worrying .
Soon the sky broke open and within minutes, you both were drenched — clothes clinging to skin, hair plastered, eyes glittering with a mix of rain and something deeper. You squealed, half laughing, half shivering.
“This is insane!” you said giggling , wrapping your arms around yourself . Jimin grins at your reaction, God! You are so adorable.
You noticed his gaze , that same gaze u’d felt countless times, the one that always made ur heart stumble.
“Stop staring,” u whispered, smiling faintly.
“I Can’t, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me” he said, almost under his breath holding your hand pecking ur knuckles so lovingly ,your heart warmed up. You looked down shyly but then you noticed how his shirt is all drenched and sticking to his well sculpted body and peaking abs , you gulped turning hot as you looked away.
He pulled you closer to him by your waist as your breath hitched and placed a kiss on your lips before removing his coat and covering you .
" Let's go , I don't want my girl to fall ill." You blushed at his 'my girl'.
He holds your shoulder and pulls you in his arms as you both conti your journey to search the motel.
The rain softened, turning into a mist as u both finally spotted the dim glow of a motel sign ahead.
Soon u reached the reception of the motel all drenched, u were alloted a room.
The motel room was small — wooden walls, a single bed, and a little fireplace flickering in the corner. The air smelled faintly of pine and something old, something warm.
Jimin shut the door behind him, shaking his hair dry like a boy, droplets landing everywhere as you giggle at how adorable your boyfriend is.
" Go get freshenup __ !" Jimin insists
" But Jimin y-"
" What ? You want me to join you ?" He smirked as he teased tucking a wet hair strand behind ur ear . Your cheeks turned hot as you quickly shake your head .
" I-I was saying that , wait near fire place or you will make yourself sick."
" So you don't want me to join you." Jimin pouts playfully pulling your leg as your cheeks and ears turns red and you started fidgeting with your fingers nervously trying to form words . Suddenly a warm hand cups your face .
" I am kidding, my love . I would never want you to do anything that you are not comfortable at, hmm? Your comfort is my priority. " Your heart melts as you look into his eyes which were shining with so much honesty. You lean and peck his cheek before leaving for washroom.
Finally after getting freshen up Jimin sat beside you on bed , you both were in bath towels as both of ur clothes were still drying . You pull him closer searching for warmth as u snuggled closer to him placing your head on his chest .
You both were breathing heavily as air around you turned hot and that was the moment u decided to initiate things between u both because Jimin would never as he cares for you and your comfort alot . He has assured you at the begning of your relationship that he would never force himself on you , if u ever feel ready to take things ahead with him then you just have to initiate and he will take the lead . You hear thunder storms in the background, it will start raining again anytime soon.
You lift your head up looking into his eyes as you both stare at the new profound desire in eachother's eyes , u connect ur forehead with his and stay like that for a while . Jimin takes u into a deep passionate kiss. He just doesn't kisses but eats u as u moan in his mouth. He sucks on ur tongue as ur toes curl on that sensation.
You hold his bathrobe pulling him even closer and tap his shoulder on being out of breath as he parts with eyes still fixed on your lips.
He bites his lips as he goes for another kiss.
" Shit! I won't get tired of them ever ." He mumbles in your mouth.
You chuckle in between the kiss as you wrap ur arms around his neck moaning in between the kiss. Jimin's hand travelled inside ur bathrobe to hold ur bare waist, he careesed ur waist with his thumb and ur eyes flutters at the sensation.
You push him back being out of breath as Jimin chuckles pecking ur forehead.
" Don't worry you will soon get used to holding your breath a little longer because we will practise it everyday."
He taps his lips and then looks down at that area of him.
" Oh God! Jimin you are such a pervert!!"
You shout closing ur eyes as Jimin breaks into laughter at ur flustered state.
You get up and throw pillows at him as he dodges them successfully.
You gasp as he holds ur wrist and pulls u under him on bed laying u on ur back.
He looks at u from head to toe as he leans towards ur ear and whispers " You look better under me!" You get flustered hitting his arm playfully.
" Jimin!!" You shout
Jimin chuckles at ur flustered state. He moves back a little as he cups ur cheeks and careeses them with his thumbs looking into ur eyes intently. " I love you__"
You hold his shoulders to stable yourself as his words were enough to break a emotional storm inside you .
He pecks ur forehead as ur eyes glistens and a tear escapes ur eyes but Jimin is quick to wipe it off.
" I love you too Jiminie, more than anything!"
You hear under thunder and sound of rain pouring down but you both were too busy to hear that . He leans down to rub his nose on yours affectionately and moves back to looks into ur eyes . Your breath accelerated as his eyes darkens with desire , lust and love mirroring urs.
You nod slowly as he dips his head in the crook of ur neck as you sigh at his hot breath and soft breaths . Slowly almost teasingly his hands starts opening the rope of ur bathrobe. He opens it but still doesn't looks down to avoid making you uncomfortable all of a sudden . Your heart melts at his gesture as you pull him closer holding his bathrobe to whisper in his ear " Go ahead! Don't stop love, make me yours."
Jimin's eyes shines as he holds your palm.
" You trust me with that __? Are you sure. I-I don't want you to regret anything later specially this special moment of ours. Please be sure love."
Your heart warms up.
" I wasn't more sure ever, ever in my life. I want you in every way possible. Be mine Jimin."
Jimin's heart almost bursts at that as he pecks at the back of ur hand.
He pressed his lips on your kissing you deeply , his kisses travels down from ur lips to ur neck towards collarbones .
He blows air at one of your nipple -you arched your back fluttering your eyes shut for few seconds before looking back at him , he circled it slowly with the tip of his finger teasingly and flicked it side to side . You moaned loudly as he pinched it with a playful glint in his eyes . He takes it in his mouth without breaking the eye contact sucking it while playing with other nipple with his hand , eliciting beautiful moans from you which travelled straight to his member as it twitched . He gave sane treatment to the other nipple sucking them to his hearts content .
" You are so beautiful my love, so so beautiful! "
He pecks every part of your body running his hands tracing your curves as u sigh relishing in his touch closing ur eyes.
He lays u down again after getting rid of ur and his bathrobe. He starts kissing your neck sucking and licking down on his way as u turn ur head to side to give him more access . You watched how rain dribbled outside the window making you want to lose herself in the arms of ur lover then those thunders which want u to pay attention to this moment of intimacy between u both .
He sucks at a particular spot making u part ur lips as u moan gripping the hair of his nape scratching -making him groan.
He settles himself in between ur legs as u run ur nails teasingly along his back making him sigh. Ypu press his hips more into you and moan on feeling his hardon above ur pussy .
He chuckles a bit.
" Someone's Impatient!"
" J-Jimin please! Enough of the teasings now !"
He bites his lip as he smiles.
He pecks ur lips as he positions himself at ur entrance and with one smooth thrust he enters .
" Shit!.. So tight , fits like a glove !!" Jimin moans
You moan along with him loudly closing your eyes shut.
He placed his head in the crook of ur neck to give you sometime to adjust , his hot breaths were sending shivers down ur spine.
" Y-You can move now."
He starts with slow thrusts as his cock rubs against your velvety walls slowly making u go crazy and u feel all the ridges and veins of his cock in the process which makes her toes curl in pleasure. It was slow , sensual and so consuming .
He cups ur face and takes u into a sloppy kiss to distract you from pain as he increases his pace gripping the headrest .
You grip his hair as you moan and mewl uncontrollably with sounds of rain and thunder in the background increasing the desire of u both even more .
He groans loudly in pleasure as u clench around him.
" Relax love relax!.." He chuckles softly pecking your lips multiple times connecting ur foreheads later as u both close ur eyes basking in eachother's love .
" I love you, I love you the most __"
You smile as ur eyes glistened.
" I love you so much more Jimine"
You runs ur hand on his back. He holds your legs throwing them on his shoulders , angling his hips again pounding into you at a deeper angle as your eyes rolls back , you clench the bedsheet in your fingers . " Shit! I am close Minnie, I am close." You gasp for air at his punishing pace .
" Jimin!" You cry at the overwhelming pleasure.
" Let it go darling, I am there too."
You arch your back and climax around him.
"Fuck! So hot ." He stares at you in awe.
Jimin groans reaching his own climax as he tries to pull out but u grab his hips preventing him from pulling out as his eyes widens .
" No! No!! Please! Please give it to me, I am on pills. "
He groans loudly at the thought of bursting inside her. .
" Oh baby you will make me go crazy this way. Want me to fill you nice and good ? You want to roam around with my cum leaking between your legs ? "
You mewl at his dirty words turning on even more -you nod quickly.
"Shit! I'll give it to you , I'll give it to you all . Stuff you good with my cum , plant my seeds deep inside your tight walls , make you round with my kids . "
He groans as he bursts inside you making you climax a second time at the thought of carrying his baby though you both know that in reality you are on your pills but it just felt good to think about having a baby together for a while .
He falls on ur chest breathing heavily , u run your hands through his hair soothingly and u both stay like that for a while feeling eachother being connected in the most intimate and closest way possible .
He gets up after a while cleaning you and himself.
He lays down as he opens his arms for u, u immediately rush into his arms and enjoy his aftercare as he showers u with kisses and praises while caressing ur back to sooth you.
That night witnessed the completion of another lovestory ♡ as u both were drenched in eachother's love .
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I’m a huge fan of @kithtaehyung ‘s fanfics and I recently asked if I could make some fan art of their work. I did get permission and I totally asked them this anonymously so they are aware of what’s coming…but not exactly what I’ve done or WHO it’s coming from.
So they recently did a request for two of their Yoongi versions meeting up in an elevator. I read it and instantly wanted to illustrate it. This is lowkey my first time doing something like this to its full completion so please be nice haha!!
Check out the Link to read it! I also recommend reading both series. Which can be found 3tan and minted.
The title is a play off of ‘Haegeum’ which could also mean ‘Lifting the ban’ and since our guys are in an elevator AKA lift. I thought it would be a funny little inside joke.
Anyways I’m rambling, here is
BANNED written by @kithtaehyung and Illustrated by me.
*I noticed a mistake so if you come back and see something different haha no you didn’t*
can you make a fic about yan!fboyjk and yan!cheaterjk for me? i don’t have a specific plot in my mind so you can do anything to your liking :))
Pairing | cheater!fboy!yan!Jungkook x Reader
Word Count | 4.242
Warnings | +18, talk about marriage and cheating, smut, dubcon, fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex (f. receiving), Jungkook is sweet but also scary, angst, forced relationship, manipulation
Yandere genre is very strong, if you don't like it, don't read. If you are not of age, don't read. I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.
This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.
Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.
⤷ Summary | You want to leave Jungkook, but he is not of the same opinion, It doesn't matter if he did wrong, you are his.
➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! Thank you for the request! I hope you like the story, please ask me for more stories, I am happy to write for you 🥰
You and Jungkook have been always sure about your future, you would get married and live happily ever after like in the most beautiful fairy tale.
So why are you crying?
Why do you refuse to take your eyes off that scene?
Your brain refuses to recognize those angelic features that had caught you in a dense network of colorful, sparkling dreams as a child. That cannot be the same man who swore to you in front of all your relatives eternal love, with a ring in his hand and a wonderful, sweet smile drawn on his lips.
Yet who can it be but Jungkook, the man who at that moment holds in his arms a woman unknown to you?
You went to the gym to surprise your boyfriend, he had been disappearing for hours for some time under the guise of training for the wedding, he wanted to keep in shape to be perfect for you… just for you.
But there he is, at the entrance of the gym whispering something in the ear of the blond-haired woman, who in return smiles cheekily at his joke, running a hand over his strong, trained chest.
They seem very close, there is definitely confidence between them.
You finally look away, feeling incredibly wrong, and take a step back, then another and another.
You start running in the opposite direction, all to forget that scene, to forget Jungkook's smug eyes staring at a woman who is not you.
When you get home you feel incredibly weak, you sit almost collapsing on the bed, in your brain a bunch of ideas start swirling around in your head, ideas that block your breath in your throat.
It's not even the first time it's happened, you realize, it's happened before that you've noticed something strange in your relationship, but you've never given it any credence.
You don't want to think anymore.
Forget, forget, forget.
"Smells good, love," the man leaves a sweet kiss on your neck, pressing his soft lips to caress your skin, "Is my girl getting ready to spoil me yet?"
Jungkook holds you tightly in his arms, practically purring against your body.
You find yourself smiling between his cuddles, continuing to stir the meat stew simmering in the pot.
"You're just saying that because you're hungry," you chuckle gently.
You found yourself shaking like a leaf in anxiety for days, believing that sooner or later Jungkook would come to you to tell you that he was leaving you for another woman, but none of that happened, Jungkook is still the same, showering you with attention and adoring you, and still wanting to marry you.
Perhaps you had misunderstood the situation, that blond woman must be a friend and you jumped to conclusions, you should have asked Jungkook for explanations, but you still feel something holding you back from doing so. It is fear, a deep and treacherous fear.
"I say this because you are too good to me," he whispers seriously, causing you to turn toward him.
His serious eyes chain yours and you feel lost, watching the wonder of that glittering obsidian staring at you encompassing you with possession, Jungkook licks his lips, the rosy soft tip furrowing those inviting petals before he moves closer to you, the electricity between your bodies bursting into lightning bolts as your lips meet, softly joining in an adoring kiss full of dominance.
Somehow Jungkook manages to turn off the stove behind you, grabbing your head in a grip that forces you to deepen the kiss under the pressure of his hot tongue pressing repeatedly on your lips to demand access to your mouth.
In each touch of Jungkook you lose yourself, accepting the force with which he takes your lips moaning and grabbing a few wavy strands of hair between your fingers.
His tongue entwines with yours creating a wet and sensual dance, feeling him slow and hot inside your mouth turns you on in an incredible way.
His taste is dope and Jungkook thinks the same of yours, sucking your tongue like delicious candy and smiling.
It is always like that, if he wants something, he takes it. And you at that moment happily offer him your body, your feelings and your soul. They are all his.
He grips your hips in his hands, pressing you against his hot body, he needs you and with trembling legs you leave him in charge, he takes you to the couch where he makes you lie down leaving behind a trail of light, soft kisses along your jaw and neck, he stares at you now with half-closed eyes, the man finds himself thinking that you probably don't know how much you are actually giving him.
With your clothes now on the floor and your panties lowered to your knees you let your head fall back, clenching your lower lip between your teeth, gentle waves of pleasure envelop your body, Jungkook with one hand travels up your belly to stop at your breasts, which he squeezes possessively as he wraps his tongue around your swollen clitoris, licking and sucking it repeatedly before poking your soggy slit with his fingertips, entering it only slightly, just enough to let your sweet essence out and lick it away with his tongue and enjoy the taste of you that has always driven him wild.
You're getting closer and closer to your first orgasm, and you know it won't be the only one; you squeeze his head between your soft, smooth thighs, but he forces you to stay still by pushing his palms on your delicate skin, continuing to eat away at your quivering folds until a wonderful, satisfying sensation grips your belly and explodes into millions of tiny stars behind your closed eyelids.
"Jungkook! S-stop!" you shake your hips trying to make him stop and he stops only after sucking your sensitive pearl against his palate one last time.
Kissing your folds and moving up your skin he stops at your belly, licking slowly down to your navel and you shudder still shaken from your orgasm, he only begins to remove his pants and boxers once he reaches your breasts, where he breathes in the scent of your soft skin and takes a delicate nipple in his mouth, attaching it and beginning to caress it with the tip of his tongue, sending delicious shivers throughout your body.
"Open those beautiful legs for me, sweetheart," he gives you two light pats on the knee and makes you spread your legs wide, satiating his hungry, smug eyes.
He loves the power you let him wield over you.
You lick your lips at the sight of his straining, cum-shiny cock, wanting to taste it, to feel that length filling your mouth and leaving you breathless, but Jungkook pushes you back against the couch firmly, shaking his head amusedly.
"Later, love," he murmurs finally taking off the tight t-shirt he is wearing, you find yourself gazing at his defined and gorgeous abs with the driest of throats, he doesn't let you touch him to your disappointment, you want to caress his chest, play with his sensitive nipples, but with a firm, hard kiss he guides himself between your legs, sinuously sliding into your wet entrance with his thick, hard cock, you widen your eyes and a deep moan leaves your throat.
Your sensitive folds vibrate delightedly with each of his slow, firm lunges, your arms wrap around his neck and your hips move with his, in the room you can only hear the sounds of your bodies coming together and your wheezing moans, Jungkook grunts in your ear something after a particularly hard thrust and your eyes narrow, the thick tip of his cock is hitting a particularly sensitive spot that makes more moisture gush from your pussy.
"Jungkook, I'm coming again," you whimper softly inhaling his scent, the man nods as he continues to press into that sensitive area, and you move his hair behind his ear before leaving a kiss on one side of his neck.
Then something makes you miss a beat.
You hadn't noticed it before because it was hidden by his rather long hair, but just below his ear is a mark. It looks like a mark- a hickey -the color is tending toward purple and your heartstrings tug painfully.
You drive your nails into his shoulders with frost enveloping your limbs, you don't want to look any further, tears accumulate in the corners of your eyes and Jungkook blames your oncoming climax, he kisses them drying them with his lips and that gesture makes you scream internally, why is he so sweet and attentive? It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair.
With his free hand he reaches down between your bodies beginning to circle with his thumb around your clit, his pelvis moves faster, he is coming, soon he would fill you with his cum and for the first time ever you find yourself faking an orgasm with Jungkook, your delicate walls tighten around his cock, accompanying him to the end of his pleasure, but you feel nothing more.
Jungkook collapses on top of you, kissing your forehead and cheeks, then finishing with your lips, but your heart is shattered.
The man you love does not actually love you.
"I love you, Y/N," he says, a lie you are no longer willing to believe.
There was always something wrong with the attention Jungkook was getting at school, you often attended the same classes and you always got the evil eyes of the other girls on you, you had even tried to ask the boy why, but he had always explained that they were simply jealous of your relationship and you were not supposed to pay attention to them.
And you had believed him, after all, you always believed him.
But now you regret giving him all that power.
"Jungkook, do you have another woman?"
Your wedding is only a month away, and you can't marry a man who doesn't love you.
Jungkook from his side almost chokes on his energy drink, he stares at you as if you had two heads instead of one, you are in the parking lot of his gym, you went to pick him up and you can tell he had recently showered, the ends of his hair are still damp and curled.
"Shit, Y/N! Is that something to tell your future husband? We're getting married in exactly one month, heck no! I don't have another woman!" he blurts out seemingly speechless, you tighten your lips in response.
"Hey ... Baby, what's going on?" he whispers softly, trying to take your chin between his fingers, but you quickly flinch away from him, who rolls his eyes in response.
"What's going on is this, Jungkook," you growl, suddenly lifting some dark locks from his neck, exposing a small but remarkable detail.
There are slight bite marks that are healing, you had noticed it a few days before, but you didn't have the courage to point it out, until now.
You're tired, you don't want to put up with such a situation anymore.
"Stop teasing me, I hate it when you're so sweet to me, when it's clear that you're having fun behind my back with who knows how many other women!" you shout with glazed eyes, Jungkook immediately losing the confusion etched on his face, finally letting a serious and icy look shine through.
"This is not the place to talk about this, Y/N. Let's go home," he hisses, not even trying to deny it one more time.
This shocks you deeply.
He doesn't seem to care that you finally know the truth.
"I really think this is the right place, instead" you don't want to cry, so you hold back your tears by chasing them back, "You lied to me and betrayed me, I don't want to marry a man like you" the disgust in your voice makes him wince, if he thought he was going to solve things by using some bullshit catchphrases, well, he was very wrong.
You make to get out of the car, you would have taken a cab rather than be with him again in that cramped and stifling space, you want to vent your emotions in a more secluded place, but Jungkook tightens a hand around your wrist.
"Don't you want to marry a man like me? My love, you may not realize that you have no other choice! We have always been together and we will always be together! You swore it to me more than once and you even did it in front of our parents!" he exclaims fiercely, tightening his grip painfully, you squeeze your eyes shut in pain.
"You're hurting me," you murmur terrified by his sudden change.
"Well, maybe you deserve it, don't you think?" he asks cruelly.
You know Jungkook particularly cares about his parents' judgment, but you didn't think he would go that far to make them happy, so a worse doubt germinates in you.
"You never loved me! You only want to be with me because our parents always wanted it that way" you want to vomit, were you really that blind?
Jungkook quickly shakes his head, "Of course I love you, even though you're making me angry with this absurd talk of yours."
"You don't love me, if you really loved me you wouldn't cheat on me with other women" you find the strength to break free from his grip, your pulse is red and pumping blood quickly.
"I-" he freezes, his eyes dark with fury, "You don't understand, you can't blame me alone for all this!"
Jungkook knows he was wrong; in fact, he wouldn't have even wanted to start. But when you got together you were young and you had insisted on losing your virginity only once you had reached adulthood and thus the necessary maturity, you did not want your first time to be driven only by the pure hormonal instincts of two teenagers, and Jungkook had never had the courage to insist, because you seemed quite convinced about your ideas.
But he needed what you were unwilling to give him, and so he cheated on you for the first time in a school bathroom after class, and he had hated himself no matter how many more countless times, but the more he got the more he wanted more, and even when you had finally given yourself to him, cheating had become an impossible vice to let go of, and the idea that you would always be left waiting for him was particularly tempting.
But now it no longer seems that way; you want to leave, to leave him, and he cannot allow it.
"You drove me crazy with your constant 'We're too young' or 'Let's wait a little longer'!"
You open your mouth wide in shock, "No, don't blame me! You never told me you were against my ideas, and anyway, that's no reason to betray a person you say you love."
You have to get out of that car, you can't wait a second longer. The situation is worse than you thought, he has been cheating on you since the beginning of your story, you are nauseated.
"You disgust me," you say before you open the door, you turn to get out, but suddenly your vision goes black, you feel Jungkook press his hand against your nose and mouth, before wrapping an arm around your neck.
When you wake up you realize you are no longer in the car, but you are not even in your house.
The only thing you remember is Jungkook making you faint, then nothingness.
You look around and what you see is a small room, the walls are lilac and it's littered with puppets of all kinds and colors, the mirror in front of the single bed you're lying on makes it clear the way you've been dressed.
You're wearing a high school uniform and your hands are tied to the headboard, you widen your eyes and try to free yourself by pulling at the fabric used to hold you like that.
"You've woken up."
Jungkook makes his appearance from the bathroom connected to the small bedroom, he is adjusting his dark blue tie and you also notice his attire, he is dressed in a school uniform just like you.
"What does all this mean, is this a joke?" you hiss less than amused, but Jungkook doesn't flinch.
"I've come to a conclusion," he says as he approaches the bed, you try to get as far away from him as possible by bringing your free legs to your chest, you don't recognize the man in front of you, "I don't want to cheat on you, ever again."
He seems sincere, but you don't trust him. He has broken your heart too many times to deserve trust from you again.
"I don't believe you, you're a liar," you say in fact, Jungkook tightens his lips.
"I have my conditions," he says anyway, ignoring your words, "You'll still marry me and we'll make up for all the moments you made us miss," he murmurs dangerously, sitting down on the bed and letting a hand approach your thigh, you become an ice statue instantly, finally understanding the reason behind your uniforms.
"You're crazy, I'm not going to marry you and we're not going to get anything back at all, to be honest I haven't had an orgasm with you in weeks, just the thought of a traitor like you touching me makes me lose the will to fuck," you murmur angrily, jerking away from his hand in a stinging manner.
Jungkook narrows his eyes into two slits, he wanted to be nice to you, but you just don't understand.
He's going to use forceful manners, then.
"Why must you force me to hurt you, my love?"
You look at him terrified, what does he mean?
"Jungkook, don't do anything you might regret, please."
He grips your face hard in his hands, staring at you with those deep, dark pools you've always loved, pinning you in place before snapping a deep kiss.
You stubbornly keep your lips tight, but Jungkook bites your lower lip forcing you to scream, his voluptuous tongue immediately making room in your mouth and groaning in protest as he plunders your oral cavity.
"You'll change your mind, Y/N, by hook or by crook," he hums in your ear with a veil of amusement shining through his voice-who the hell is this man?
Jungkook studies you carefully before running his hands over your hips, you shudder at his touch and his fingers stop above the buttons of your school blouse.
"You will have only my body, Jungkook," you say in a colorless voice, trying to escape from that absurd reality, the boy opens your blouse, showing off the lace of your pink bra, he observes the graceful shape of your breasts longingly before returning his gaze to you.
"I will have everything of you: soul, heart, body -- everything," he whispers before leaning over you, inhaling your scent straight from your bare skin.
"Where have you taken me?"
"Haven't you figured it out yet?"
You frown, then finally understand.
It is his room from when he was a child, that means-.
"We're at your parents' house."
Jungkook nods.
"Do you remember what happened in this room, Y/N?"
Yes, you remember, but you don't want to say it out loud, that would make what Jungkook wants to do real.
"You rejected me," he hisses suddenly, ripping your blouse off once and for all, you squeal in fright at his force and widen your eyes.
He looks furious, his hands are shaking and his shoulders have stiffened under the weight of his fury, "I wanted you and you walked away! No matter how many times we did it when you made up your mind, you still rejected me and forced me to beg from other girls!" he exclaims, totally delirious before attaching his lips to the visible skin of your breasts, you wriggle trying to push him away, but he is too strong, Jungkook is not there with you. He is lost in his memories and blaming you for his betrayals.
Bitter tears accumulate in the corners of your eyes, it's not your fault. It's not your fault at all, but maybe... maybe if you had been more attentive to his needs, too, you would have been enough for him?
When he grabs your pussy from above the fabric of your panties you arch your back against your will, his strong and powerful presence still has its hold on you and you tremble trying to stop yourself, you don't know if you are more scared or excited.
"Jungkook-"
"Say you're sorry," you widen your eyes.
"What?" you gasp, his index finger going under the fabric and circling your slit.
"Say you're sorry for rejecting me so many times, say you're sorry for all the times you made me feel like an ugly, worthless little boy!"
You shake your head, "I never-" you groan, his index finger penetrating you and gently moving a few inches above your soaked entrance, you stiffen at the flame that suddenly invades your limbs.
How does he still do this to you? After weeks spent in total apathy, it is now lighting you up in more ways than one, why?
Then you remember, " I don't want to cheat on you, ever again," are such simple words enough to get your body to react? Your body is corrupted by Jungkook, vibrating under his forbidden touch and practically purring, more moisture gushes from your slit, which widens to envelop the second finger Jungkook adds to his penetration, you are trembling trying not to push your hips against the boy, but it is harder than you thought.
"I don't want you," you murmur, shaking your head, Jungkook looking at you firmly, tickling sensitive spots that only he knows and is able to reach.
"Say it again as you come on my fingers, my love."
An unsettling feeling of warmth swells in your lower abdomen. You deny it once more with your head, trying to stop your trembling legs, but it is too late, your walls tightening around his long, deft fingers, exploding in an orgasm you have longed for.
"Why are you doing this to me?" you cry, moving your arms forcefully; Jungkook stops you, preventing you from hurting yourself with the ribbons that bind you.
"I wanted to make you pay for all the times you said no by making me feel like a poor, inexperienced fool," he says clutching your skirt with fingers smeared with your liquid pleasure, "But things got out of hand," he stammers, a stinger reaches your heart and your stomach sinks. You don't want to think about how many times he has devoted himself to another woman's body, it hurts too much.
"You never told me about it," your words come out in a breathy voice, you try to hold back the sobs.
Jungkook moves on top of you, "We will be happy, Y/N" he kisses your forehead moving between your legs, you feel him unzip his pants and enter you with one thrust, it is easy to enter you, you are completely wet and close your eyes listening to his rough, lustful sighs.
His swollen cock moves penetrating you repeatedly, the bed moves under his precise and direct strokes and you squeeze your eyes shut, your clitoris throbbing and quivering seeking more direct stimulation and a sigh escapes your lips when the man presses his pelvis against your pubis, crushing your sensitive pearl while with the tip of his cock he reaches to stimulate a particularly receptive spot, you watch the strands of his hair sticking to your sweat-dampened forehead and his eyes begging you not to leave him.
"Y/N!" he moans your name while squinting, "Y/N!" he pushes harder between your soft walls and pulls with his arms on the ropes that keep you tied to the bed.
"Jung-" you bite your tongue, refusing to moan his name, but the boy disagrees and demands that you look at him.
"I'm sorry, I'll never cheat on you again, I mean it," he whimpers into your ear, "I only love you, only you," he moans and you find yourself closing your eyes, not wanting to give in, not really wanting to, but...
"I'm-I'm sorry...for rejecting you" you stammer, pleasure rising once again and the hope of mending your relationship dancing in your chest, "I'm sorry for making you feel unfit."
"The others... I just wanted to prove myself" thus confesses his feeling of inadequacy, you know you shouldn't forgive him anyway, but you love him too much, "But now I realize it's only to you that I have to prove something, forgive me" and so you let yourself be corrupted even in your soul.
Just a gesture of your head is enough to allow him to come deeply inside you, your breath quickening as you reach for him clutching him in the deepest part of you, throwing your head back.
Moments later he unties the knot that binds you to the bed and kisses your wrists softly, murmuring about how perfect you are for him and that once we were married, all would be forgotten because he only wants you.
A tear slides down your cheek.
Genre: fluff, comfort, late 40s au, drabble (<1k words).
Prompt: "however big, however small, let me be part of it all. You may be right, you may be wrong, but say you'll bring me along."
Warnings: Both y/n and Jungkook struggle financially, they are married.
A/n: This is a mix of the greatest showman with the notebook (although I never watched the latter) | daily click
"Jungkook, if you let me trip over another rock I swear that I-"
His laugh cut you off, not allowing you to finish your threat towards him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We're almost there, I promise."
"You said that a few times already. I miss the light."
You heard his giggles once again. You loved that sound. It never failed to amuse how, even with all difficulties life presents, your lover always managed to find joy in the little things. Like leading you through the sidewalk when your eyes were covered. That seemed to be bringing a lot of fun to him and, although he still hasn't confessed to you where the destination is, claiming this would ruin the surprise, you trusted him enough to literally follow him blindly.
"But we're getting closer every new step, aren't we?"
"I bet people are staring weirdly at us."
"I wouldn't say that."
Now it was your turn to smile, a lighthearted laugh coming out of your lips "we've been walking down this entire road with you covering my eyes, people would be crazy if they didn't find it weird."
"I really don't think it's that weird. Don't worry about that. Instead, focus on this."
With that, Jungkook slowly took off his hands from your eyes and placed you in front of the destination.
As your eyes got used to light once again, you saw a house in front of you. It was simple: a single floor, rather small, with visible dust and some broken stairs. It seemed abandoned for a while, but it had this cozy charm. It seemed like a lovely house, one you would love to visit given the right circumstances. "Where are we?"
"At our home."
You looked at him, speechless, only to find a quite anxious yet very smiley Jungkook. His eyes shone as you looked at them. "Surprise," he nervously giggled.
"You bought this house?"
"I did. I've told you I'd give you a good life once you married me, hadn't I?" not even once he stopped looking at you, trying to understand your reaction through your glossy eyes "I mean, the house is not very big and it needs some adjustments... A lot of them, maybe. But it's ours."
You couldn't believe it. Not once in your life you would've expected this. When you married Jungkook, you never expected gold nor glory. None of you never even saw it throughout your lives, and you genuinely think that you could die without it as long as you had Jungkook's love.
When your lover told you as a wedding vow that he would do the unimaginable to give you a proper life, you knew he was true to his words. But still, him buying a goddamn house for the both of you was not in your plans. As he promised you, you couldn't have ever imagined it.
And yet, here you are: seeing the man you love the most guaranteeing a home to keep your love safe for the following years, all while looking at you like you are the most precious thing in the place, even when considering the current situation.
You really were at a loss of words, but maybe you kept quiet for too long, as now Jungkook was getting nervous. He didn't plan your silence. He didn't think you would've cried. He wished you had at least smiled a bit. But you were seriously looking at him, tears threatening to spill at any second. Did you not like it?
"I know I should've bought the house with you... It's just that I wanted to make a surprise. If you don't like it, then I can... I don't know, I can come up with something to-" you hugged him. Tighter than you have ever hugged him before, maybe just not comparing to how you embraced him when he proposed.
He then remembers that your reaction at the moment was the same back then: speechless at his will to build a future with you.
"I love it, Kook. I love the surprise. I love the house. I love you."
This time he is the one who couldn't come up with things to say. He could never get tired of hearing you say things like that. So he hugged you tighter, bringing you closer to where his heart beats, maybe in an attempt to keep you and your sweet words with him for longer.
Maybe you would never be rich. Maybe you would never wear brand clothes and live in fancy houses, with expensive cars and food. But you had a home. You had each other. And you could never think of anything else you longed for. Your life was complete, and maybe that was the rarest thing to find, yet you and him did.
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