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lilliankoo · 9 months

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“TITANIC” (II) BROOKLYN BABY ♰ jjk.

series masterlist.

pairing: artist! Jk x rich y/n!

synopsis: the cryptic note left you with so many questions, the man with the paintings in his hands stands at your door- two choices are in front of you, which way you will choose to go? from the unsaid confessions of love and promises to finding the lost bracelet. the titanic is going to test you at every turn- are you sure that you can keep up?

genre: strangers to love, love at first sight, star-crossed lovers, smut.

word count: 3.6k?

warnings: se*ual tension, kisses, n*de paintings descriptions, painting someone nak*d, classism, foul language, controlling mother, talks abt forced marriage, mature content.

author’s note: sorry for delaying the upload, i was busy with some personal stuff. i edited lots of this since my friend told me its missing the plot 🧍🏻‍♀️anyways i also had loads of work to do and couldn’t find the time to post it! i apologize to each and everyone of you i hope u understand <3 this was written very hurriedly, im not a professional writer. yas. just ignore grammar mistakes! slay lets goooo

“How many men do you keep in the nest?” you ask mingyu while sipping on your coffee, it’s been around three hours since you lost your bracelet. After coming across the foreign note you couldn’t really understand what you were supposed to do, your hands shaked and at the moment quickly throwing the note over the railing into the ocean was the best choice and after that hurrying down to your room to think was also the best choice. In your room, you quickly removed your jewelry, dress and changed into a soft pink corseted dress- something simple yet elegant. And now, you sat in front of mingyu on one of the tables in the dining area- having your first meal in the evening. Mingyu hummed after hearing your question and looked at you while wiping his mouth with a tissue. He seemed to think about it for a while- stabbed some brocolis laying on his plate with his fork- you knew he was thinking about something. “Why the sudden interest in the ship?” he asks, still looking at his plate. You lean back on your chair, studying him and the stupid question he just asked. there was unnecessary tension between you and mingyu which you hated. you know he’s salty about the morning event- where you slipped out of their “group tour” without telling anyone well you did inform your mother but she just couldn’t remember where you said you were going, she was too busy listening to dear mr.kim. You sighed and smiled while looking at mingyu. You choose to remain patient as knowing how many men there are at the nest is important- the cryptic note that you came across previously, clearly states “meet me where the nest resides' ' and by your best knowledge the nest is a structure of the upper part of the main mast of the ship that is used as a lookout point. “Well, mingyu I was just trying to make a conversation with something that interests you,” you say while pouting and removing the lipstick stain from your coffee cup. Mingyu sighs while reaching for his glass of wine. He takes a sip while looking at you over his glass. “1 during the day, 2 during the night” mingyu replies nonchalantly. What is his problem- you think to yourself. you mutter a quiet “okay” and continue eating. you and mingyu eat quietly, none of you saying anything besides occasional compliments for the food. you look around the hall and look at everyone. how everyone looks so happy and free. Suddenly something comes into your mind and smiles internally, the next moment, you drop your fork on your plate rather loudly and stare at mingyu. The cling of the metal on the ceramic seemed to echo. Mingyu looks at you questionably. “I need someone to paint me” you tell him while folding your arms over your stomach. Once again, he looks at you confusingly and at your arms, trying to decipher whatever you just said. Quickly his demeanor changes and he turns into a man you are more familiar with, “Well my love, titanic was built keeping luxury in mind, having an artist aboard will just”- before mingyu can finish his sentence you dramatically shake your head and get ready to leave. Mingyu stands up as well and holds both of your arms. “Hey, hey wait, there is no professional artist appointed aboard but i want to let you know that there is nothing that i won’t give you, you go and rest in your room and wait for me” he says while looking at you.

In that moment two things were clear to you- one, he knew about the potential marriage, second, he was whipped. you nod mindlessly and walk briskly to your room. Just as you reach your room, you sit on your bed and think. Think about what you just did and what happened hours ago. This artist thing was something you came up with so that you can keep mingyu busy. keep him busy so that he can forget about the nest thing and spend mindless time arranging an artist for you in the middle of the ocean. you sigh and crane your neck side to side- to relieve some stress and decide. To decide whether you should go meet a stranger in the middle of the night or talk to Mingyu about it and conduct an investigation. Well, while debating over the options and coming to a conclusion, you accidentally fall asleep. It was around some time later in the evening when you heard someone knocking at your door. you whine and try to ignore it by hiding your head under the pillows.The knocking just intensifies and goes on for a few minutes before you sit up and scream into your pillows in frustration. you scream “coming” and look at the clock showing 7pm. It’s been three hours since your meeting with mingyu. you unlock the door and there stands mingyu and a stranger with paintings in his hand.

an hour ago,

Mingyu knew what he was supposed to do right now, more like- who he was supposed to go to right now. He smiles to himself because he knows this will surely make you want to marry him. his feet move on their own and they make their way to the third class area. mingyu also smiles because he does not have to work that hard to find an artist right now since you made him meet one in the morning. the same guy you were worried about- the guy that was being denied entry. what was his name “johnguk” “jeonguk” - mingyu does not even remember but he does remember his room number- 37. he owns the guy a favour. When he was being denied entry in the morning, Mingyu did him a favour- the reason he was being denied entry was he had a ticket that was not under his name, apparently he won the ticket in gambling since he couldn’t afford one. he remembers how the guy had tears in his eyes and kept saying “i need to get on, this is going to turn around my life” “i am an artist i need to be in new york” and so on. Just because of you Mingyu helped him. Mingyu quickly reaches his room and knocks on the door. Just as Mingyu is about to knock once again the door opens and the guy stands in front of him- disheveled hair, paint on his face and white shirt. Pathetic- mingyu thinks to himself.

“Mr. kim! how can i help you” the guy says and mingyu almost praises him for remembering his name. “Ah, i am good J” Mingyu genuinely did not remember his name, he did know his initials was “j” so he just went with that. “My name is Jungkook, I mean you can call me”- jungkook’s words were cut off when mingyu asked him if he could talk to him. Jungkook did feel bad that he did not listen to him but hey he was still happy that “mr.kim” was here for him. Jungkook nods and mingyu quickly tells him about the offer. “I would like to hire you for my fiance,” Mingyu tells him. fiance. Jungkook genuinely could not believe what he was hearing- “hired” meaning he had an actual job. Jungkook quickly agrees since it is a once in a lifetime opportunity- being around rich people and professionally painting- he loves it. Mingyu tells him to grab his stuff and come with him. He brings Jungkook to the first class’ bar and offers him a drink which he denies since “he doesn’t drink”. Mingyu smiles bitterly and looks him up and down while drinking his whiskey. “so, do you have any of your work with you?” mingyu asks jungkook. Jungkook pulls out his sketchbook and hands it to mingyu. He goes through the book and nods. The book was filled with sketches of buildings, random strangers, sunsets and aesthetic views. Mingyu mindlessly surfs through the pages and asks Jungkook how much he charges. “Well, um what exactly am I painting?” Jungkook asks. “My fiance is into art, she wants someone to paint her '' mingyu replies. Jungkook does not miss the way Mingyu almost snarls. ”I will give you $100 for every painting you do for her, just keep her happy, '' Mingyu says mindlessly.

right now,

“Did we wake you up?” Mingyu asks you while smiling. The guy next to him ducks his head in greeting and looks at you in admiration? Confusion?-you really can’t pinpoint. “No, no come on in” you say while mumbling lightly. Mingyu and the man enter your room and you motion both of them to sit on the sofa while you sit on your bed. for a moment, all three of you don’t say anything and just look at each other. the man looks around your room in admiration, mingyu looks at you- more like tries to study you. mingyu clears his throat and looks at the man he brought with him. “y/n, this is jungkook, he is an artist and he is here to paint you” he says while grinning. Oh, he won. The color from your face almost drains but you still smile; the thoughts run in your mind at a rapid pace as to how this fucker found an artist for you this quick. Your plan already failed “oh, wow” is all you say while looking at the artist. The man suddenly stands up and does a deep bow. “nice to meet you, madam, I am jeon jungkook, '' he says and looks at you. See, you don’t really believe in love at first sight nor do you fall for somebody’s looks this fast but the man standing in front of you right now is a piece of art in himself. you study his facial features, his oh so big eyes and nose, his lips, the curve of his jaw and so on. In that moment all you wanted to do was eat him alive- in a sexy way. you almost purr at him but you control yourself. “It’s nice to meet you jungkook, i am y/n, please sit down” you tell him while motioning him to sit back down. He smiles at you and looks at Mingyu as he is asking for his permission. Mingyu expectantly looks back at him and stands up, he walks over to you and drops to his knees in front of you. “y/n, remember how i told you i will get you anything? Here is your artist. Make him paint as much as you want” he says while looking at you. you hum and look at him. Well, Since your childhood you were always told to bend down and bow, now, having a man like mingyu on his knees for you felt weirdly good. you nod and smile at him.

Mingyu stands up and gives Jungkook the instructions- listen to her, do what she tells you to do, do not touch anything, do not touch her- you physically cringe at his last remark. Mingyu smiles at you one last time before leaving the room. Now, it is only you and Jungkook in your room right now. You are still sitting on your bed while you study him and look at him rather way more affectionately. The thought of your lost bracelet is nowhere in your mind right now. Meanwhile, Jungkook looks at everything but you- he’s shy and you love it. you smile to yourself and walk over to jungkook. You sit next to him and notice the way he tenses his shoulders up and sneaks a glance your way. “Before we start, can I see some of your work? Let me know you, yeah?” you ask him rather lovingly. You don’t know where this sudden confidence came from you but you are having fun. Jungkook quickly nods and hands you both of his sketchbooks. you go through the first one; which mainly consists of scenic views, buildings, strangers and portraits; the works are indeed beautiful and prepossessing. “you are so talented” you say admirably and jungkook smiles while thanking you. Just as you are about to go through the second sketchbook; jungkook holds your wrist and looks at you. you confusingly look back at him. “um, this one is more explicit i me- mean my niche is painting nude” he says while his cheeks and neck flushes in pink. your eyebrows raise on their own as you look at him and his hand holding your wrist. “Let go of my hand” you tell him and he immediately obeys. you open the sketchbook and he was indeed right. It is explicit- every page is a nude painting of women with titles and subtitles describing it. French girls and their red lipsticks, diamond, maybe baby- you laugh at how the titles sound so cheesy. The paintings are incredibly detailed that they almost look real and that the girls from the paintings can step out at any given moment. Jungkook notices the way you are so amazed by his work, the way you stare at every single detail. While you are busy looking at the paintings, he is busy looking at you. jungkook is mind blown by your beauty. He has seen and painted tons of girls but he has never seen someone as beautiful as you. He is perplexed by your beauty.

after some time you finish admiring his work and sigh. “Okay, come on” you say while standing up and Jungkook is confused as to what you are implying. you walk towards your bed and sit down. “Paint me, Jungkook, '' you say while making eye contact with him. Jungkook’s breath hitches when you start unlacing your corset; he gulps and you smile. “Jungkook, go and lock the door” you tell him and just like before he immediately obeys. “Are you comfortable painting me naked?” you ask him while toying with your sleeves. “How old are you?” he asks you while setting up as his canvas- the faster he works, the faster he will be free. “I am 20, jungkook and you?” you ask him while removing your dress. now, you only sat in your chemise. Jungkook looks at you and really looks at you. Now that your fiance is no longer here he sees a new side of you- mischievous? He’s not sure. “I am 24” he replies. Jungkook pulls a chair in front of his canvas and faces you. “Your fiance won’t mind, right?” he asks you. for a moment, you don’t reply and choose to look at him. He’s so handsome and talented. “Why? It’s not like we are going to do something forbidden, besides, he’s not my fiance. I don't know what he told you i-i mean he is the man my mother wants me to marry but it’s not decided yet” you say rather fast and breathlessly. Jungkoo nods. He motions for you to remove your chemise And, in a moment, your chemise hits the floor along with your undergarments and now you lay naked in front of Jungkook on your bed. a complete stranger if you really think about it but you really don’t care anymore.

you notice the way for a moment jungkook just looks at you and your body. I mean he’s an artist, if he’s going to paint you he needs to look at you. Jungkook picks up the charcoal and starts his work. For the next three hours, you and Jungkook talk- you talk while Jungkook occasionally replies. He’s serious about his work- you can tell- by the way, his brows are furrowed in concentration, his tongue plays around his lips- he’s a work of art himself that you want to keep it to yourself, art that you want the world to see but also hide it from them, art that you want to admire for the rest of your life. over the course of your conversation, you got to know alot about jungkook, he’s 24, from france and unemployed, he does minute sketches where he gets paid way too little but in his words “he loves it and it is enough”. he tells you how he is going to start a new life in new york, start painting professionally and seriously, be happy and get married. “Why are you going to New york?” Jungkook asks you while he goes through his bag for a new piece of charcoal. “hmm, well we are going to brooklyn, i am probably going to be forced to marry mingyu, have children and be his housewife” you reply melancholy. Jungkook stops drawing and looks at you. “What’s your dream?” he asks sincerely. You look at him and reply “I want to be free, be free to make my own choices and do whatever I want”. He just soaks in your reply and looks at you. “Whatever is your dream, I pray that it becomes true” he tells you while smiling. you smile back and unexpectedly a tear slips from your left eye. you look at him while more tears cascade your eyes. Jungkook drops his things and hurries toward you. “Hey, is everything”- he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before your lips find his. You prop yourself on your right arm while your left hand holds his nape to deepen the kiss. Jungkook’s hands hold your waist as he, too, deepens the kiss. you both kiss like two lost lovers who finally met each other. your tongues dance around each other, your fingers lace through his hair while his hands caresses your ribcage. After a moment, you both pull apart from the kiss as a string of saliva keeps you both connected. just as you are about to apologize for kissing him so abruptly he engulfs your lips in a kiss one more time. “Don’t say you regret it, don’t say anything that makes it sound like a mistake," he says while looking at you. you lift your hand and hold his cheek; trace his cupid bow and his mole right under his lip. “Be my muse, be my secret, be my dream, be my morning’s first thought, be my night’s last thought” you chant like a prayer while tracing his lips. Jungkook kisses your finger near his lips and nods. Kisses you one, two, three times- “be my muse, be my paradise, be mine in a way that is more precious and holy than an altar” he says breathlessly while kissing your eyes and nose. you laugh and sit up, pick up your dress from the floor- jungkook quickly stands up and helps you wear it. “Is the sketch done?” you ask while lacing your corset. “Yes, but i will show it to you tomorrow, since you weren’t wearing any jewelry, i will sketch my own” he replies while running his hand through your hair. You stand up on your tiptoes and kiss him one more time. Jungkook smiles in the kiss. When you both pull apart, Jungkook looks at you dreamily.

“It’s night” you say while looking out the little window. Jungkook too looks outside and hums. After some time standing in each other's arms you open your mouth and utter what’s been on your mind. “I- there are, i mean, i want to know you more, i mean i enjoy your presence in a way that is unexplainable, you remind me of someone that i have never met before and i-i want to talk to you all night, all day, know you, know the real you and everything” you say while your voice cracks, you don’t know why. Jungkook smiles at you and kisses your forehead. “I am glad we are on the same page, I will do whatever you want me to do” he replies. In that moment, so blinded by the cupid’s arrow, you don’t think clearly- you have to meet J but you also don’t want to be away from jungkook. You want to spend every minute with him as if you don’t have any time to waste. “ i was supposed to be somewhere but i want to be with you all night” you say while looking down at your feet since looking at him right now makes you feel shy- oh how the tables turned. Look at you, sacrificing your treasured bracelet for a man you met a few hours ago. Spending a night with Jungkook means you will not be able to meet the person who left the note for you; you will lose the heart of the ocean bracelet forever. But in that moment all that mattered to you was the man in front of you. J can wait. Jungkook smiles and kisses you. Mumbles a “whatever you want, my love” and kisses you one last time.

look at you, already in love with a man that is going to turn your life around in an unforgiven way, the voyage of titanic is going to test you at every turn- are you sure that you can keep up?

next chapter: like one of your french girls

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wow, so many clues in this chapter, so much foreshadowing 🧍🏻‍♀️ hmmm also + don’t question the y/n’s choices yet she’s just 20 and she is going go learn alot. i am so excited to write the next chapter. lets go.

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kookiesandcreams · 1 year

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THE OFFICE ROMANCE // JJK

Pairing: oc × jjk

Wc: ig less than a thousand? But dunno

Warnings: teasing, femdom, heel pressing? Kinda exhibitionism? Tiddie sucking, handjob, humping.

A/n: it took me 3 months haha. It's half ass edited cause idk no motivation? I hope you guys like it! <3

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The meeting was boring indeed. But do you know what wasn't boring? Teasing him. Under the table. His composer slipped slowly while you played your little games. It appeared funny to you - how easily you could turn him on. You took pride in it. It made you happy and gave you immense pleasure to know that The Jeon Jungkook, CEO of JJK softwares is at your disposal.

He was boss for the staff, no one knew how he worshipped the floor you walked on. You were extremely intimidated by his aura at first when you joined the company as his personal secretary. Following him around like a docile sheep until one midnight, you found him stroking his cock and whining loudly in his spacious cabinet. Later what shocked you was the continuous chant of your name followed by mommy.

His little secret wasn't a secret anymore. And you, out of all people, weren't the one to let it pass. No, you weren't going milk him for all his money or blackmail him. You were going to do exactly what he wanted you to do. You were going to tease him and dominate him. Use him and his cute little cock to pleasure yourself.

So now, to pass your time and have some fun, you were playing with Jungkook. Your heel clad foot hovering over his inner thigh while he attended an online meeting with some overseas gaming company. The string of notification on your phone diverts your attention.

Mr. Jeon: Y/n, please don't toy with poor guys' feelings 😔

You: what?

You tap on the send icon and press your heel near his crotch. His painful expressions are now visible on his sculpted face. You slyly smirk at him.

"Are you alright, Mr. Jeon?" You fake worry and move to his side, quickly pouring some water for him and bending down enough for your cleavage to peek. He is not dense. He knows for sure that you did it on purpose.

He just presses his lips and tries to brush it off. His boner was prominent in his perfectly stitched suit pants.

"I apologize, Mr. Henry," he bows to them.

You: what a cute little puppy🐶

He groans visibly after reading your suggestive text, his hand rubbing his cock over his clothes. The viens on his neck were protruding by how hard he was trying to conceal his moans.

A few minutes pass by here and there with you teasing him some more and him trying his hard to keep a straight face before he ends the virtual meeting. "Thank you, Mr. Henry," he bowed again to convey his gratitude.

You just sit there with a vicious smirk. He knows you have something in your mind. You get up and walk to him, confident yet graceful. Grabbing him by his collor, you kiss him passionately, all teeth and tongue. You pull him closer by his tie, slightly choking him. Your dominance was a major turn-on for him. He starts moaning. His huge, warm, and callous hands are all over your body, devouring every beautiful inch of you, fondling your boobs and squeezing your thighs.

Poor thing was making attempts to lick in your mouth, but you weren't going to give. Grasping his hair near the neck, you pull him back. "Now baby, who's in charge here?"

"You, mommy," he says rather meekly.

He could manhandle you, toss you around and make you bend the way he wants, but there's something about you that makes him wanna listen to you. Be a good boy for you.

Jungkook gets closer to your tummy and starts sniffing down. You are quick to stop him. Soon you are fumbling with his belt and zip, pulling out his thick cock and spitting a fat glob over it. Stroking him at a constant speed, he is a moaning mess, his ripped body heaving up and down with pleasure.

"Mommy, please?" He begs.

"Please, what babyboy? Tell me, what do you want?"

"Wanna suck on your tiddiee," his pouty lips almost melt your heart. Unbuttoning your office shirt, you pull your bra down and straddle him. Wasting no moment, he wraps his lips around your nipple and starts sucking on it.

You throw your head back in pleasure. He is messy, sucking ferociously, as if he expects something to come out of it. Maybe he expects that, who knows. Just when you pull him back by his hair, you hear a confident knock on the door.

"Oh fuck!" You both exhale, sweaty and horny.