#dilf Jk

[jeonfics]

birthday boy | jjk

pairing: husband!jk x wife!reader

genre: married couple au

warnings: lots of touching, fluff, mentions of sex, clingy jk, whiny jk, kisses, he says baby a lot, just overall soft moments

word count: 2.6k

a/n: hiiiii this is my very first fic/drabble i’ve ever written and posted. my writing skills aren’t the best but i hope you enjoy 🥹 i hope to make more stories in the future. this is also all fiction and in no means am i trying to relate this to the members irl🫶🏽

“okay he should be coming home any minute now so you guys need to hide,” you say to all of your in laws. you check jungkook’s destination on your phone and he’s 1 minute away from the house.

his parents, older brother’s: jin, yoongi, hoseok, and namjoon, and their spouses and kids go to your back patio that you all decorated for the party. jimin and taehyung wanted to pull a prank on jungkook first but there was no time for that since jungkook was coming any second now.

ever since you and jungkook had moved from Busan a year ago, he hadn’t seen his family that entire time. you on the other hand, have some family in the states. you guys also couldn’t go to Busan because of work. jungkook yearned to see his family although he called and facetimed them almost everyday.

you hear the sound of jungkook’s car outside parking in the garage. soon after, his keys are opening the front door.

“baby i’m home!” jungkook says out loud as you get up from the couch in the living room hurrying to him at the front door.

“hi! how was work?” you say cheerfully as he takes off his shoes and you take his bag.

“eh. the same. you weren’t at the porch today?” he pouts, a look of sadness and confusion written all over his face because you always wait for him at the porch when he comes back home from work.

“sorry i was doing something,” you say hoping he doesn’t think too much about it. he only nods but when he finishes taking off his shoes he begins to notice the light makeup on your face and the outfit you’re wearing. its just a new floral patterned dress you recently got. you paired it with a necklace and matching earrings. it’s nothing special but definitely something you wouldn’t normally wear at home. you also styled your hair because you wanted to look presentable for the party tonight. you also didn’t have work today and did tell jungkook you’d be at home all day, so he knows you didn’t go out. he ogles at you and grabs you by the waist. you squirm at the sudden movement.

“baby, who told you to look so beautiful?” he asks you while looking at your lips leaning in for a kiss. you know that look on his face but you stop him with your hands on his chest. he’s taken aback by your reaction because it’s also something you normally wouldn’t do- refraining from a kiss.

you see the confusion on his face again, this time he furrows his brows.

“uhm i just wanted to dress up. i was getting bored.”

“you look gorgeous baby. don’t worry you won’t be bored for long,” he winks and leans in for another kiss. you stop him again. not because you don’t want to kiss, but because his family is definitely watching you guys from the back patio near the living room. the doors are made of glass and although they are hiding in the dark, you know they are definitely peeking at you two. you get shy and flustered by the thought of his parents seeing you two like this so you quickly remove his arms from your waist and head towards the kitchen.

“baby what happened? are you mad at me?” he says pouting. it hurts you that he may be thinking if he did anything wrong. he could never do anything wrong. jungkook has always showered you with nothing but love for the past year of your marriage and last 6 years of your relationship.

“no of course not. you just need to wash up first.” you say as a lame excuse for him to not touch you. you know if jungkook starts touching and kissing you things get heated real quick. and you certainly cannot let that happen now.

“but you always give me kisses everyday after work. sometimes a bit more” he winks. “and my birthday’s in two hours,” he whines, his doe eyes looking like a puppy, lips in a pout and frown. “i had such a long day today all i could think about was the bomb ass birthday se-“

“jungkook!” you quickly cut him off. your cheeks gone full red because of the embarrassment. you’re most definitely sure everyone heard that. you panic internally because the thought of his parents hearing that leaves you extremely embarrassed. not to mention, the kids are outside too, and you definitely do not want them wondering what sex is. you and jungkook have this thing where you’re not clingy or touchy around each other’s families. not because you’re scared they’d judge you or something but because you both like doing it in private, when it’s just the two of you. pda isn’t really your guy’s thing.

“aw come on baby. why are you getting so shy for” he laughs. “it’s just me and you here. please just tell me what i did wrong. is it cuz i left this morning while you were still asleep. i was running late and i didn’t wanna wake you because you had cramps last night and it’s the beginning of the month so your period might be coming and-“

“no no jungkook you didn’t do anything wrong. just please hurry and go wash up. then we’ll eat dinner,” you cut him off as you push him towards the stairs. you know the more words that comes out of his mouth, the more embarrassing it’ll be for the both of you. you’ll just let him take a shower before everyone surprises him.

“let’s take a shower together. you know, i had a really reallyyy loooong day and you can help me relieve some tension baby. tomorrow is my birthday after all.” he repeats, using the birthday card to try and convince you while you’re still pushing him towards the stairs. your silence says it all so he quickly retreats, turns around and grabs you by the waist. he carries you up and then places you on the kitchen counter. he stands between your legs, hands brushing your thigh as they slowly slide up under your dress.

“oh my gosh jungkook not now! put me down!” you whisper loudly. he’s confused why you’re whispering so he stops playing with your thighs. you push him away and quickly jump off the counter. you hurry to the living room but he’s faster. he grabs your wrists and pulls you towards him. he holds you with one hand on your waist while the other on the side of your face, thumb gently caressing your cheek. you turn your head to the side and you can clearly spot some of his brothers and their wives hiding behind the chairs and bushes. you only look for a few seconds but you still see them covering their kid’s eyes. “great” you think. you then turn back to jungkook and push his arms away from you. he’s always clingy but of course not when family are around. he doesn’t know that yet.

“baby i’m sorry but you know i can’t hold back when you look this hot. i was gonna wait for tonight but seeing you all dressed up for me,” he licks his lips leaning towards your face, “i was hoping for us to start now,” he says in his sultry voice that almost makes you risk it all.

luckily you’re saved from the embarrassment when taehyung slides the glass door to your back patio and enters the living room. “hate to break it to you but you can’t be so horny tonight baby.” jimin follows and says while laughing, “yeah baby, don’t mean to ruin the fun but you’ve got company.” they both mock jungkook. you laugh out loud, only now realizing how many times jungkook has called you baby ever since he stepped foot in the house.

jungkook releases his hands from you, his eyes go wide as he’s surprised by who’s in front of him. he then runs to hug his brothers. they all jump while hugging. you watch them with the biggest smile on your face. moments later, jungkook stretches out one of his arm for you to join, which you gladly do. the four of you are all circled in a tight hug, jumping up and down in the little circle. reunited after one long year, this is definitely a moment to take in.

“what’re you guys doing here? no one told me you were coming?” jungkook asks as you all slowly release each other from the hug.

“happy early birthday!” jimin says while ruffling jungkook’s hair.

“it was all y/n’s idea. we just wanted to surprise you little bro,” taehyung said as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“surprise!” you say with a big smile on your face looking at jungkook.

jungkook looks at you and quickly lifts you up, spinning you around. “thank you thank you thank you!!” he gives you a big fat kiss on the lips as he puts you back down. you laugh after. finally he gets to kiss you.

“anything for you, you big baby,” you say pinching his cheeks. he gets slightly embarrassed of the word now because he gets remembered of everything he said and did ever since he came home.

he turns to his brothers pointing his fingers at them. “you guys heard nothing.”

your cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. his brothers look at you while laughing. you cover your face with your hands hiding from your embarrassed face. they’re not the only one who heard everything, you three think.

“aw come on stop laughing. it was nothing funny,” jungkook says to the guys as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“well we’re not the only ones who found it funny” jimin winks at jungkook while taehyung bites his fist in his teeth holding himself from excessively laughing.

“w-what do you mean?” jungkook looks at you three confusedly. “who else heard?”

“close your eyes okay?” you say softly to him and he looks at you in confusion but complies nonetheless. you take his hand and slowly guide him to your back patio. jimin slides the door open while taehyung turns on the fairy lights you set up earlier today. it brightens up the entire patio space. jungkook can sense the change in lighting and squints his eyes.

“no peeking!” you exclaim and cover his eyes with your right hand. the other hand still holding onto jungkook so he doesn’t fall or get hurt. some of your nieces and nephews giggle. everyone is already out of their hiding spots and waiting to surprise jungkook.

“baby what did i just hear?” jungkook asks.

“you’ll see on the count of three okay?”

you look around and make sure everything is in place. all of the tablewear, flowers, candles and jungkook’s favorite foods displayed neatly on the long table. in the back near the pool are his cake and favorite desserts on the dessert table, and his gifts set on a different table. you even bought a cute bunny piñata because the kids (and jungkook) would definitely love it. your theme for today was just a nice, comfy, and chill outdoor party and with the help of your in-laws you were able to achieve that. it was everything you pictured~something you knew jungkook would love.

you nod at everyone so they were ready. you release your hands from jungkook’s face.

“okay 3…2…1…”

“SURPRISE!!!” you and everyone yell to jungkook when he opens his eyes. he opens his mouth wide in shock and immediately runs to hug his parents.

“i missed you guys sooo much.”

“we know sweetie. we did too.” his mom says and kisses his cheek.

“happy birthday son. we’re so proud of you.” his dad says shortly after.

you see jungkook’s eyes glistening and he looks like he’s on the verge of tears. you knew how much he missed his family and seeing them after so long would definitely make him feel emotional. he hugs his brothers and their spouses after, and then all of his nieces and nephews.

“i can’t believe you guys are all here. this doesn’t feel real. thank you guys seriously. this is the best birthday gift i could’ve asked for.”

you’re all touched by jungkook’s words. he has worked hard non stop all his life but seeing him now following his dream and working on things he is so passionate about is even more admiring. leaving everything behind back home was an extremely difficult decision for him. when he got the job offer in New York for one of the biggest gaming companies in the world, he was stoked, but knowing that he’d have to leave his family, his home, behind him was definitely not an exciting feeling. he was extremely grateful though to have you by his side but he did feel bad that you had to leave everything behind too, even though you constantly reminded him that wherever he is, you are there too. jungkook waited for the day he’d see his family again, so he looks at everyone taking in this joyous feeling.

“don’t thank us honey, your beautiful wife planned all of this. you are truly lucky to have y/n by your side.” you gush at his mom’s words and let out a soft “thank you” to her going over to give her a hug.

jungkook comes over to you and smiles so endearingly you feel like crying because how can your husband look so precious. he pulls you in a tight hug and whispers “i’m so lucky.”

the rest of the night is spent beautifully with everyone eating, singing, dancing, laughing, and partying. jungkook is having so much fun with his family and you look at him fondly with the biggest smile plastered on your face. how did you get so lucky to have such an amazing and caring husband, along with a beautiful family who adores you just as much as you do them.

when you go back inside to the kitchen to grab more drinks, you feel a light smack to your butt. you gasp turning around and finding your husband with a smirk on his face that you know too well. he pulls you to the corner where no one can see you guys through the glass doors.

jungkook lifts you up and hugs you so tight you start giggling. “thank you so much baby. i really don’t know what i did to deserve you. but just know i will continue to spend everyday of my life loving you and caring for you. you seriously don’t know how much you mean to me y/n.”

“i do jungkook, i do know and you mean the world to me and more,” you say as he settles you back down. you cup his face and pull him in a chaste kiss that’s sweet and tender. the one where all sounds are blocked and it’s just the two of you. he deepens the kiss and pulls you in closer, one hand on your waist, the other on your nape. you pull back not too long and stare at him, fingers brushing his soft, fluffy hair that’s parted in the middle. “i love you so much my love. happy birthday.”

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[luvismenu]

Strange Addiction || Jeon Jungkook (mini series)

Summary: Your dad's friend; Jungkook is your fuck buddy.

Genre:

texting au

fuck buddies

fluff

angst??

Pairing: dilf!jk + f!reader

Warning: praising, clingy jungkook, oc loves to tease, CEO jungkook, oc is a university student

a/n: this was a random idea so i am making it a small series?? Idk I am bored. anyway, hope you guys like it

🫶🏻

Index:

1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 5.5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9.end

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[maineventbts]

KNOCK KNOCK

genre: pwp , thriller ??

pairing: dilf!jk x reader

word count: 4.3k (this was an accident)

warnings: deep throating , dirty talk , age gap , infidelity , jk gets tied up , violence , counter sex (lmk if I’m missing anything)!

summary: on a late night , jungkook gets a knock at the door. to his surprise , a girl is on the other side , soaked from the rain. feeling bad , he lets her in. as the night goes on , he regrets being so welcoming.

a/n: pls ignore any mistakes 🙏🏽 this is inspired by the movie ‘knock knock’ ! i recently watched it and felt like i needed to write something like it , lol. i feel like this is all over the place but pls leave any questions/comments (inbox is open).

Jeon Jungkook, father and loving husband. Dedicated to his work and his family, he never has time to enjoy his life. Though he was a married man, he secretly despised his wife. Over the years, he’s grown to hate her existence, wanting nothing to do with her. The sad part is, his wife and son didn’t have a clue. In their eyes, Jungkook loves them more than anything else in the world.

"Drive carefully," he cautioned his wife and son as they exited the driveway and began driving down the road. For the next two days, Jungkook would have the whole house to himself. Unfortunately, he was forced to spend what should have been free time completing various documents he had missed this week.

It was pouring outside, with raindrops beating against the windows of the house. Jungkook just finished eating his dinner and has started the work he’s been dreading all day. He's only an hour into his paperwork, and he's ready to call it quits. He prays for some type of distraction, something to give him an excuse to avoid his work.

KNOCK KNOCK. Alerted by the loud banging at his door, Jungkook puts down his pen and heads to the front door. He was surprised to see what was standing on the other side. "I’m so sorry to bother you, but I have nowhere else to go," you say, looking up at him, pleading eyes and an exhausted look upon your face. Your clothes were soaked, and your hands were tightly wrapped around your shivering body.

 

Jungkook was deeply concerned. Though he wanted to help you out, he had to think about the possible dangers that could come along with letting a stranger into his home. His hand tightened around the doorknob as he examined your fragile frame. "It’s okay, I understand," you speak softly as you begin to walk off of the porch.

"Wait," Jungkook shouts after you, causing you to turn around. He opened the door widely, making room for you to enter his home. He remembered that there were cameras in his home, and if anything happened to him, it would all be documented. With the rain still pouring down on your body, you didn’t waste any time jogging up to his front door. After you walk past him, he goes to close and lock the door. "Stay here, I’ll grab you a towel," he sprints to his room, while you stay in one spot to avoid dripping everywhere.

Jungkook quickly returned with several towels and clothes for you to change into. After wrapping one towel around your body, he walks you over to his bathroom, "I’m sure you want to shower, here’s some clothes for you to change into." Taking the clothes in your hand, you flash him a warm smile before entering the bathroom, "You’re so sweet." He asks you to leave your clothes outside of the door so he can put them in the dryer.

He sits in the living room, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. He can’t stop thinking about how he could’ve put himself in danger, but he would never leave anyone out there in the rain. Especially not a pretty girl like yourself. He thought about how trusting you were of a grown man that you’d never met, you were bold.

"Hey," you come around the corner, pulling him from his thoughts, "thanks for the clothes." Your hands are pulling at the fabric of the large shirt covering your body. "Of course, I couldn’t leave you like that. Your clothes are in the dryer now" Jungkook stands up from the couch, rubbing his hands against his sweats. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, you were harmless. At least that’s what he thought.

 

Walking towards him as you look around the room, "I’m _____," you introduce yourself. He liked the way you gazed into his eyes, refusing to break contact. "That’s a beautiful name, I’m Jungkook," he smiled down at you. He didn’t know why, but Jungkook felt very attracted to you. Just your aura was enough for him to take an interest in you.

The room went silent for a moment, the atmosphere was awkward, and neither of you knew what to do next. You couldn’t stop staring at Jungkook. His sharp jawline, clear glasses, and silver lip ring, he was a sight for sore eyes. You had to have him. "Um, can I get you some tea? It might help you warm up," Jungkook offers as he walks into the kitchen, turning on the electric kettle.

Coming back into the living room, Jungkook is confused. You’re nowhere to be found, but he can hear your laughter in another room. Following the trails of your giggles, he finds you in his studio looking around at the posters on the walls. "I’m sorry, I just passed this room when I got out of the shower. I was curious," you turn to face him, apologizing quickly.

"No, it’s fine," he steps in the room with you. He watches your eyes gaze around the room before taking a seat on the couch. "Is this your studio," you ask, whipping your head around to face him. Jungkook’s eyes are raking over your entire frame. Captivated by the perplexed expression on your face and the way his large shirt made you look so tiny. "Yeah, I’m a music producer," he responds, looking away from you, turning his attention to his desk.

You take small strides towards him, plopping down next to him on the couch. Jungkook is startled by your subtle movements, sitting up in his seat. "Omg, that’s so cool," the excitement in your voice is accompanied by a cheerful grin, "show me something?" Your hands come up to softly grab his shoulders, making the man jolt out of his seat. Your actions seemed so sultry in his head, but he couldn’t decipher what was real and what he wanted to see.

He goes to sit in front of his desk, pulling up a file on his computer. Carefully walking up behind him, your hands come up, resting on the back of the chair. Jungkook is struggling to keep his composure, your presence behind him made him feel something he couldn’t explain. You just seemed so eager to see what he could do and Jungkook enjoyed that. His wife never found what he did interesting, she was just happy that he made a lot of money from it. Having someone be truly curious about his work was new.

"This is something I made a few weeks ago," he says, opening the file and pressing play on the audio. Clapping your hands together, you just couldn’t stay still. It’s like the music was injected inside your body, corroding your brain and making your hips sway to the beat. Jungkook turns around to see you twirling in your spot. Mesmerized by the way your hands come up to caress your body. He knows he shouldn’t be staring at you like that. You’re a young girl, and he’s a 37-year-old married man.

 

You notice you’ve caught his attention, "dance with me, Jungkook." The way his name slips off your tongue has him shifting in his seat. He finds himself looking around, as if you were asking someone else.Refusing to take his silence as an answer, you grab ahold of his hand, snatching him out of his seat.

 

"Isn’t this fun," you slowly dance around Jungkook, running your hands across his arms. Giggling nervously, he smiles down at your playful antics. The touch of your hands felt like heaven. You were a beautiful girl giving him all of your attention and he didn’t know what to do with himself. You stop abruptly when you see a big figure at the door.

 

A beautiful Doberman trots in the room, to Jungkook’s surprise, you approach the dog. "Hello, puppy," kneeling down, as you come face to face with the adorable animal. He looks nervous, staring at the two of you, wondering what would happen next. You put your hand up to caress it’s black fur, "you’re so cute! What’s his name?" Your question pulls Jungkook back into the conversation, "uh- it’s Bam," he speaks awkwardly, he didn’t know why but his voice slightly quivered. You were so excited to see his dog which left him amazed, his wife practically hated Bam.

"Bam, house," Jungkook pointed towards the door, as the puppy walked out of the room. Pout on your face, you rise to your feet. He thinks you’re about to say something else but is shocked to see your face light up. Carefully pushing past him, you move over to his desk, picking up a picture frame. "Is this your wife? You’re a lucky man, she’s absolutely gorgeous," your words sounded sincere as you looked up at the man in front of you. He takes the frame out of your hands, giving you a nice smile, "yeah, she’s stunning," his hand runs over her face in the photograph. "And I’m guessing the boy is your son," Jungkook was shocked at the interest you had in his family, you were just a stranger but you seemed intrigued in his personal life. "Yeah, he’s about to go off to college. He and my wife are touring a few schools he’s interested in."

Jungkook walked back over to his desk chair, taking a seat and setting the photo back in its place. "What about you? Any special people in your life," you think before answering, walking around the studio. "Um, not really. I’ve had some boyfriends in the past, but they could never satisfy me. College boys suck," your answer causes him to choke on his spit. He wasn’t’ expecting you to spill your life’s story but he also wan’t expecting you to be so forward. "What do you mean," he asks, wanting you to further elaborate.

 

"Well, they were all horrible in bed. These days, everyone is all about the theatrics and the candle wax but no one seems to care about actually fucking. I don’t need handcuffs, i don’t need all of this extra stuff, I need my back broken," your mini rant comes to an end and Jungkook’s jaw is hanging down. "Why would you want someone to break your back," his cluelessness had you in tears, walking over to him, you placed a single hand on his shoulder.

 

"It means I need to be fucked, good. Railed, absolutely obliterated, i need to have fun," you try to give him an easier explanation. You knew he was older but his age was definetly showing. He didn’t know how to properly respond. Here you were giving him details about your poor sexual history and what you were looking for. "Maybe you just need to tell them what you want; make your intentions clear," he said, fidgeting with the drawstrings on his sweatpants.

His suggestion led to an answer that left him drooling, "Okay. Jungkook, can you fuck me." Dirty words coming out of your pretty little mouth, he was beyond shocked. Surprised to hear your soft voice spew out a bold statement. Springing up from his seat, he knew he needed to put a stop to your antics before things got out of control. He tried his best to remember that he is still married and you’re just a stranger. A beautiful stranger.

"Why don’t I give you a ride, come on," Jungkook starts to walk out of the room, motioning you to follow him. Little did he know, you weren’t’ the going to give up this easily, you were going to get exactly what you wanted from him. "I’d appreciate that. Could I use your bathroom first," you stop walking behind him, pointing in the direction of the room you were previously in. Wanting to keep your conversation short, he nodded his head, going over to the front door to wait for you. The quicker he got you out of his house, the better. He didn’t need to keep fantasizing about how pretty you’d look on his cock. You needed to leave now.

A few minutes pass and he is getting impatient. He needs you gone right now. Speeding over to the bathroom, he stops as he reaches the door. "What the hell," he muttered under his breath, confused by the steam and the sound of the shower. He knocks loudly on the door, trying to get your attention. All he gets are giggles in response, causing him to storm inside. He puts his hands over his eyes, trying not to come in contact with your wet body.

"Jungkook help me, I’m all wet," your whiny words had a double meaning, and he knew it. Before he can even say anything, your hands are all over him, your wet, bare chest pushing up against his. Jungkook backs himself up against the wall, a poor attempt at avoiding your wandering hands. That was possibly the worst choice he could’ve made, "play with me," you moan lightly, hands coming up to caress his visible hard-on through his sweatpants.

He knew this was wrong but you just were too hard to resist. You were everything his wife wasn’t, you were fun, interested in every aspect of him. Things were already going horrible with his marriage, this would ruin it entirely. "I’m married," Jungkook grabs your hands, stopping you from touching him. Your lips form a pout as you cock your head to the side, "don’t turn me down, daddy. I know you want me," you pry your hands from his hold, reaching up to wrap your arms around the back of his neck. He can feel his knees buckling, thrown off by the nickname you’ve given him.

Clearly its a sensitive spot because he is letting out a small groan. Playing with the ends of his hair, you stand on the tips of your toes, pressing a soft kiss on his jaw. Jungkook didn’t care anymore, he wanted you and couldn’t deny it any longer. Leaning down, he smashes his lips against yours. Hands getting tangled in your wet hair as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

You pull away, helping him snatch his shirt over his head before dropping down to your knees. "I bet your wife doesn’t do this," you giggle as you pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Wasting no time, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. Your actions earn a loud moan from Jungkook, "feels so fuckin’ good." Pulling his cock out of your mouth, you let the saliva from your mouth drip all over it, giving it the perfect coating. Wrapping your hands around his cock, you start from the tip, working your way down. Satisfied with just your hands, he couldn’t wait to feel the warmth of your mouth.

You slip his cock into your mouth, letting your tongue glide against his length. You move your head forward, allowing his cock to go deeper. Drool pools at the sides of your lips as your head touches his pelvis. "Such a dirty mouth," he groans from above, starting to fuck into your mouth. His hands reach down to hold the back of your head. Bobbing you quickly on his cock, watching your eyes widen at his large size. The gags are a bonus, he loved the sound of you choking around him.

Letting go of your head, Jungkook slips out of your mouth, allowing you to catch your breath. Taking his cock in his hand, he lets it collide with your face, making you giggle. "C’mere," he reaches down, snatching you off of the floor. Trading places with him, you’re pushed against the wall aggressively. His hands come down to cup your pussy, causing you to spread your legs. Taking two fingers, he slowly slides them into your heat. Hands moist from the steam in the room and coated by your arousal.

You were soaked, just from sucking his dick. Jungkook did dangerous things to you and you enjoyed it all. He slides his fingers in and out of your pussy, staring into your eyes. "Fuck, that feels so-" you let out an airy moan, hand doing down to grip is forearm. The two of you gazing into each other’s eyes as you fucks you with his fingers.

"Want you to cum on my cock," he mumbles, pulling his fingers from your dripping hole. You whine at the absence of his fingers, enjoying being filled. He walks you over to the sink, hands coming under your thighs as leverage to sit you on the counter top. The marble feels cold under your ass, but thankfully you have Jungkook’s hands to warm you up.

"Been thinking about your fat cock, since you opened the door," you shamelessly admit, as he slides the tip of his cock against your folds. Wasting no time, he carefully slides his cock into your hole, "too big," you groan at the stretch. Your words were a compliment to Jungkook, making him chuckle.

"You can take it, can’t you? Thought you wanted me to fuck you, pretty girl," he looks into your eyes as he slides deeper into your pussy. You can hardly hold any eye contact with him, his presence was intimidating. At first, you were being bold but it seems that Jungkook has beaten you at your own game.

Jungkook’s cock stuffed your pussy, you whimpered at the way his length rubbed against your walls. Clenching down on his cock, you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you, "couldn’t wait for me to fuck you like the little slut you are. Going after a married man,little whore." The words fell from his mouth, followed by a low moan. It was true; you wanted him to destroy you, not caring about his wife or anything else. All you wanted was to be filled by the attractive man in front of you.

"I’m gonna- fuck, can i come," you can hardly get the words out, too cock drunk to speak properly. You feel an overwhelming wave of pleasure rush over you, "cum all over my cock, pretty girl." His words have you falling apart, clenching around his cock as you let out a loud whine, followed by a string of curse words. He keeps sliding his cock into you, looking down to see your thighs covered in a clear, wet coat.

"Can’t wait to fill you up," he groans loudly, hands tightly gripping your thighs. You pull him in for a kiss, smashing your lips against his. Loud grunts and groans come from the two of you, as you share a steamy kiss. When you pull away, you smirk at the way his lips glisten from the wet kiss. "Gonna cum," Jungkook grunts as his thrusts falter. He lets out an airy moan, digging his nails into your hips. He spills his warm seed into you, leaning his head against your chest.

"Such a messy girl," he groans as he pulls out of your pussy. You both watch as his cum slips out of your hole, dripping to the floor. Using two fingers, Jungkook tries his best to shovel it back in, not wanting any of it to go to waste. For a moment, the room is silent, only the sounds of your heavy breathing fill the room.

 

He walks over to turn off the water, "we’re not done here." With a confused expression on his face, Jungkook turns around to face you. "I want more, daddy," your words come out with giggles, as you walk out of the room. There was the nickname, and once again Jungkook was ready to cave in. Following behind you, a nervous Jungkook watches you walk into the living room, "come here." Abiding by your sultry instructions, he practically flys over to you. His hands wrap around your waist as he pulls you up against him. "Gonna make you feel good, baby," he mutters lowly, but loud enough for you to hear him. Before you know it, you’re bent over the arm of the couch, being impaled from behind.

It’s 9:00 o’clock in the morning, and Jungkook is barely opening his eyes. After a long night, the two of you collapsed in his bed, too exhausted to move. Turning over to face you, he is met with a big surprise: you’re gone. Hopping to his feet, he throws on his boxers and his sweats, going to search for you. He checked the studio, the bathroom, and the living room, but you were nowhere to be found.

He can find you by the sound of your delightful giggles, just like the night before. Coming around the corner, he sees you in his kitchen making two cups of coffee. You’re dressed in nothing but his shirt and your panties. Jungkook was shocked to see that you hadn’t gone, he expected you to be far away. "Kook, you’re awake! Sorry for leaving you all alone," you finally aknowlege his precense, handing him a cup of coffee. He hesitantly takes the mug before going to sit at the kitchen table.

Jungkook doesn’t know what to do. He feels no remorse for cheating on his wife, but he does need you gone before she gets back. Taking a deep breath, he lays everything on the table, "look, last night was fun, but I’m married. I think I should take you home now." Instead of hearing the joy in your tone, he is met with a disappointed look. "You didn’t care about your wife last night. Not while you were fucking me," you spit aggressively, shocked by him wanting you to leave. "You couldn’t care less about that woman. If you really loved her, you wouldn’t have slept with me," as much as he wants to be upset, you were right. Jungkook was unhappy in his marriage and didn’t love his wife like he once did.

"Just get dressed, and I’ll drop you wherever you want," getting up from the table, Jungkook exits the room, leaving you standing there with a furious look upon your face. You weren’t leaving, at least not at this moment.

Quietly, you walk over to the living room. After taking a look around the room, you grab the most valuable thing you can find and throw it to the floor. The sound of glass shattering alerts Jungkook, and he comes running into the room. "What the fuck," he shouts, staring at the shattered piece of art on the floor. Your giggles once gave him a good feeling, but now you sound sinister, like you were up to no good. Before he can ask anymore questions, you pick up a nearby vase, smashing it against his head. You watch him fall to the floor and prepare for your next act.

Jungkook wakes up to a light in his face, blinding him. "Aww, honey! You’re awake," he looks up to see your face. Just as he’s ready to jump to his feet and apprehend you, he can hardly move. He’s restrained on one of the kitchen chairs. "Can’t believe you were going to use me and throw me out," you bend down to look at him, "you’re a bad man, Jungkook. I wonder what your wife would think."

Jungkook winces at your words, too frazzled to find anything to battle you with. The sweet girl was gone, and even the look in your eyes was mischievous. Taking a few steps back from him, you walk over to the kitchen table, sitting next to what looks like a monitor. "I’m going to help you get out of your marriage. You’re unhappy, and you clearly don’t love your wife, it should just end," Jungkook’s eyes move over to your frame, and he notices you writing something on a small piece of paper. "What are you doing," he asks, not truly wanting to know the answer.

"Well, the camera footage will be enough for her, but I’m leaving a note," you speak cheerfully with a smirk on your face. "I think she deserves to know what her husband is up to when shes not around, don’t you," Jungkook's heart dropped to his ass; he'd forgotten about the security cameras, and he won't be able to delete the footage due to his current situation. His son and wife will walk through the door and be blindsided, he won’t even be able to explain himself.

In an attempt to get you to change your mind, he decides to sweet talk you. "Baby, don’t be like that," he was shaking in his boots, trying not to trip over his words. "I wasn’t using you, id never do that. I just don’t want to hurt my wife or son , and they’ll be very hurt if the find out like this," he was spitting a whole bunch of nothing, because you weren’t buying anything. You knew he was just trying to get out of the situation he put himself in. "I’m going to teach you a valuable lesson; think before you act."

You get up from the table and leave a note next to the monitor before approaching the cuffed man."It was really fun though. Maybe when you’re through with her, I’ll come back," you giggle, knowing you would definitely come back to see him in the near future. Looking down at his feet, Jungkook is beyond disappointed in himself. Not only was he in an embarrassing predicament, but he did hope to see you come back one day. That’s what made him feel even worse. Though you were about to ruin his marriage, he was looking forward to another encounter with you.

You talk small steps towards his frail-looking frame before pressing a kiss against his cheek. "Don’t let in any other strangers. That’d just break my heart," your lips form a pout as you lightly pat his shoulder. He watches you set something next to his feet, curious as to what it is. Waving at him, you turn around and walk away. Jungkook stares at the way your hips sway, hoping for you to come back to him.

Hearing the front door close, he thinks he has some time to come up with an excuse. A DING coming from his phone has him looking down. The message on the screen had him horrified, “we’re already on our way back. See you tomorrow!”

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[kookluvre]

gold is dull. || jjk || masterlist.

your once-love abandoned you to chase his dreams as a boxer, leaving you and unknowingly, at the time, his son. as much as you want to forget him, you can't. you see him on the billboard, tv commercials, and in your son's room, reminding you of everything you once were.

“momma! please take me to golden boy's fight! he’s fighting here! in our hometown. please, momma. for my birthday? i wanna see him in person!”

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

genre: boxer!jk, dilf!jk, single mom! oc, heavy angst, ex-boyfriend, eventual smut, fluff

warnings: financial struggles, mentions of off-screen death, angst, blood, fighting, mentions of pregnancy, *will be updated with every chapter *each chapter will have a warning tab

posting schedule: new chapter every tuesday!! (unless otherwise noted)

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➺ chapter 1

"jungkook, the person you once believed was the love of your life, has turned into the stranger of your life."

♫: Come on Doom, Let's Party

➺ chapter 2

"it’s not a warm feeling, though. It’s something in between. it still feels strange. It’s the middle ground between cold and warm."

♫: Heal

➺ chapter 3

“you and me are never going to be okay. but…even if we aren’t, for him we are.”

♫: High Hopes

➺ chapter 4

"it’s slowly pulling him and he seeks a distraction to let himself enjoy everything before it completely consumes him."

♫: Falling

➺ chapter 5

“very happy that you are able to live with all this,” you spin around, imitating him, “with no remorse. no guilt. no conscience of leaving everyone behind. of leaving me behind. but who gives a shit, right?”

♫: lie

➺ chapter 6

"the look holds a certain longing to do more than just stare at each other. you feel the door that was opening up slowly, be slammed to its complete openness. the gaze has left you right at the entrance of his warm home."

♫: never let me go

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Stay With Me | Seven pt.1

exhusband!jungkook, singleparent!jungkook, unplanned pregnancy, E2L, fluff, angst, smut

Word Count - 2.2k

You haven't felt right all day. Warnings: swearing, angst, pregnancy pains, mentions of premature labour and delivery

SERIES COLLECTION

At just over seven months pregnant with twins your stomach is so huge you’re convinced you have your own gravitational pull. Finding the strength to lug your giant body around is proving more and more difficult. You feel hideous, looking like you’re smuggling a giant pumpkin underneath anything and everything you wear. You feel like an Orca. You even look like an Orca today, dressed in a white oversized shirt that’s not oversized anymore and black leggings. Comfort over style is key in pregnancy, so you keep reminding yourself.

Just when you thought pregnancy couldn't get any worse - today happened. You've been uncomfortable all day. Dull back ache, pounding head ache that's crossing the border into being a migraine. Even your limbs ache, from what you're not sure because Jungkook hasn't physically allowed you to lift a finger without his supervision.

But today you feel like shit, more so than you've felt during the entire pregnancy. You've been to the toilet a lot, your body unable to keep anything inside longer than twenty minutes. Your tummy feels heavier too, harder beneath your fingertips whenever you run a hand over your bump. To put it bluntly you feel disgusting and ill, you're so over being pregnant.

“Hey mom, can I sleep at my friend’s house this weekend?” Seol chirps excitedly while bouncing into the living room where you’re perched on the sofa, swollen feet up on the coffee table. Ex-husband sitting beside you with his soft nose buried in a book, thin golden glasses framing his obnoxiously handsome face.

“Which friend?” You look to your son who’s dressed exactly like his father today. An all-black outfit, oversized, complete with a giant rucksack that makes you question if he’s planning on fleeing to a different country. “What’s in the bag sweetie?” You find the strength to chuckle, it’s almost as big as he is.

“Playstation and switch. Harvey’s having a gaming weekend at his house with all the boys.” You don’t miss the way Jungkook’s nose scrunches beside you, perfect white teeth displayed in a wide grin when he too peers up at your son.

“The boys?” Jungkook mocks with a single raised brow, “What are you, in a gang?” He snorts, nudging your arm as if he's dropped the comedy bomb of the century.

“Mom is it okay if I go?” Seol ignores his father, though you don't miss the way he rolls his eyes beneath his lids, prompting you to laugh quietly. The two of them are so alike it’s jarring. Not only in appearance, but personality too. They’re both stubborn, childish, have a strange sense of humour that simultaneously has you in fits of giggles on the daily yet also confused as to what’s going on and why they're like this.

But most importantly they value your opinion above anyone else’s.

You shift to stand from the sofa but of course Kook gently plants a tattooed hand onto your thigh to stop you, gently shaking his head after closing his book, “What do you need?” He asks, genuinely curious.

“Can you pass me my cell phone please?” Your gaze flickers between the two loves of your life, “I need to make sure Harvey’s mom’s okay with it first. If she says it’s fine then you can go.” You offer Seol a warm smile, one he returns with an enthusiastic nod.

“Thanks mom!”

It’s not long after a conversation with Harvey’s mother that Jungkook drops off Seol at his friends place for the weekend, making sure to give him a handful of cash should ‘the boys’ decide to order takeout or get snacks. Watching Seol progress into adolescence is scary, three years ago he was too scared to sleep over at anybody’s house. When you and Kook separated it was particularly difficult for him to adjust to the idea of having two safe spaces, two homes, two bedrooms, two everything basically. These days he’s spreading his wings much more often, becoming quite the social butterfly.

And two months from now he’s going to be the best big brother, to two baby sisters.

Still sat on the sofa, somewhat engrossed in a reality show that’s playing on tv, you smile to yourself at the thought of Seol being a big brother. Just last week he used his allowance to buy the twins ‘Thing One and Thing Two’ onesies. An ultrasound image of them proudly sits as his lock screen wallpaper, the same one Jungkook has set for his.

It’s when the pale blue book cover beside you catches your eye that you nosey at the book Jungkook has been so invested in lately. You haven’t actually seen him put the thing down since he bought it from the local bookstore.

‘Strong Fathers, Stronger Daughters: 10 Secrets Every Father Should Know.’

Oh these girls are already so loved.

As if they’re connected to your thoughts, the twins bounce and hiccup in your growing tummy – a feeling akin to bubbles brewing in the depths of your uterus. Like butterflies. Maybe you could decorate the nursery butterfly themed? That would be so cute for your two baby girls, maybe pink and lilac themed –

It’s at that moment that the bubbling sensation bursts and you hiss in pain, brows furrowed. Is it gas? You are very gassy right now, but there’s a niggling pain in your stomach that’s growing more and more noticeable. Like a period cramp. Except it’s not exactly like a period cramp. You verbally yell when it happens again, a white hot heat claiming your spine for a moment. Is this Braxton hicks? You did get them quite badly with Seol –

“Ah!” You gasp, planting your feet to the ground to stabilise yourself, worried fingers holding your trembling bump. This is not Braxton’s. Gulping, you attempt to calm your erratic breaths while dialling Dr Kim’s number, thankful he answers on the first ring.

“Hello Y/N, what can I do for you?” He’s as polite as ever, something you would’ve smiled at if you weren’t experiencing premature tummy pains right now.

“H-hey… Ah!” You frown, growing all the more panicked by the minute.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What’s going on?” Dr Kim’s voice shifts to concern immediately, you can picture his almond eyes widening in horror upon hearing his 33 weeks’ pregnant patient gasping for air.

“Can you come out to my house p-please?” You exhale, “I’m having some pains in my stomach-, ah!” You cry out again, involuntarily jumping when your abdomen tightens, vision blurred by tears.

“What kind of pains?”

You swallow, “Tightening, it feels like Braxton hicks but more painfu—”

“I’ll call you an ambulance and meet you at the hospital.” Dr Kim’s tone is deadly serious, prompting you to nod along as though he can see you, “Is your husband with you? Or your son?”

“N-no they just p-popped out…”

“Everything is going to be okay Y/N, I’ve sent an ambulance to your address. Don’t move until the paramedics get there, in the meantime concentrate on your breathing, inhale for four seconds, exhale for four seconds, okay?”

You’re nodding along to his words, equal parts relief and despair crashing down on your limbs when you see Jungkook’s car pull up in the driveway.

“My husband just got here…” You breathe out in a hurry, completely missing the fact this is the first time you haven’t specified the fact Jungkook is actually your ex-husband, “Shall we make our own way—”

“The ambulance will be there in four minutes, wait for them, they’ll know what to do. I’ll see you both at the hospital. You’re going to be okay Y/N, everything’s going to be okay. In for four, out for four. I’ll see you both soon.”

“O-okay.” You’re still nodding, aching heart hammering inside your chest when you register the sound of the front door opening when an agonising ache clamps your lower back, “See you there.” You say as calmly as possible given the circumstances, ending the call.

The stomach pain comes back with vengeance, like fire igniting your gut all while stabbing it with something sharper than sharp. A pained noise rattles your chest again, flooding the silent lounge. You close your eyes, following Dr Kim’s instructions, breathing in for four seconds, out for four seconds. You’re teetering on the edge of regaining control over your body when the sound of Jungkook’s voice forces you to break from your breathing technique.

“Y/N?!” You hear his footsteps approach quickly, very quickly, “Honey are you okay?!”

You shake your head in response, eyes still clamped shut, hands still gripping your stomach, “Ambulance is on the wa-, ah!” Your body seizes up, eyes flying open to catch sight of Jungkook standing in front of you with his own eyes bulging from his skull.

“Hey hey hey hey… It’s okay, it’s okay… I’m here, everything’s okay…” He coos, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing when he swallows, lowering himself until he’s kneeling in front of you, hands resting on your knees, “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

“I don’t know,” You admit with a sigh, shaking your head, “Something’s wrong.”

“How long have you been like this? How long ago did the pain start?” His tone oozes guilt, as does the way he’s anxiously gnawing his lip ring. Stare stuck on you, reassuringly smoothing his palms over your legs in a feeble attempt to mask his alarm.

“Like… Five minutes ag-, ah!” You’re borderline crying now, breath hitching in your throat. It’s unbearable, indescribable agony that feels all too familiar, you know what this is. You know what’s crumpling your body with excruciating tension right now.

You’re in labour.

Jungkook’s features have washed from their usual golden-hour tan to pale white, his eyes physically bigger than your fists. It’s after a few more pains and lots of hysterical uncertain glances from your ex-husband that the ambulance arrives. Kook helps the paramedics settle you into the back of the vehicle, there’s a conversation happening but you’re in too much pain to register the words. You’re not due for another seven weeks. Seven. Ironically Jungkook’s lucky number, though there’s nothing lucky about this.

There’s a warm, calloused hand stroking your temple while you attempt to breathe through the pain. You’re being hooked up to various monitors to check your vitals but you’re solely focussed on the comforting caresses from Jungkook’s inked fingers. You don’t want to look at him, you can’t. He’s scared and you’re terrified. An exchange of eye contact with him will do nothing to console either of you at this point.

There’s a growing wetness in your underwear, and not the sensual kind. It’s trickling out onto the bed you’re laid flat on, body jumping and jolting as the ambulance makes it’s way to the hospital. You gulp, gazing down at the mess and then to Jungkook. His expression drops immediately, doe-eyes flickering to dark wet patch on the bed before a shaky exhale tumbles from his lips.

“You’re gonna be okay, they’re gonna be okay,” He reassures you, feigning a tiny closed smile yet his eyes are swimming in fear, “Everything’s gonna be okay Y/N.”

You’re shaking your head, sobbing, this can’t be happening right now. Not seven weeks before your due date. Unexpected is an understatement. Unprepared an even bigger one. You don’t have anything with you, no hospital bag, no spare clothes, no milk, no maternal supplies, do they even make clothes small enough for babies born at 33 weeks? Or diapers? What if…

“Y/N look at me,” Jungkook’s tone is stern, as though he knows your mentally crumbling, spiralling into a frenzy of intrusive thoughts, “Just look at me, okay? Keep looking at me. Focus on me and my voice.”

The female body is one hell of an astonishing creation. Adrenaline courses through your veins, every mental block obliterated by the biological instinct you have to stay connected to yourself. To fight. To be strong. To survive.

If not for you, for your baby girls.

x

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[mercurygguk]

heart to heart | jjk

➵ summary; jungkook has to cancel his date with you as an urgent matter rises – according to his ex-wife at least.

pairing; jungkook x f. reader

rating; PG-13

word count; 1,893

content; jk being a very good dad to jihoon :(

warnings; lowkey angsty(?)

a/n; this drabble is to show y’all what the urgent matter was in the previous drabble and to show that jungkook actually does talk to his ex-wife about his new girlfriend :) enjoy!

DISCLAIMER; !! OC IS NOT IN THIS DRABBLE AS THIS HAPPENS BEFORE/AT THE SAME TIME AS THE ‘QUESTIONS AND DOUBT’ DRABBLE !!

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“I’m so sorry.”

Guilt and frustration are two things Jungkook hates feeling and it’s exactly what he feels the most right now as he repeats the word ‘sorry’ over and over again. The soft and slightly defeated sigh on the other end of the phone making it even worse.

“I know we had plans but Minji said it’s urgent and I-“

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, your voice slightly strangled in a weak attempt to hide your disappointment.

Jungkook’s ex-wife had called about ten minutes ago, asking him to come over as soon as possible. She hadn’t elaborated but she sounded worried and all the worst things possible came to Jungkook’s mind – stuff like Jihoon sad, Jihoon hurt, Jihoon sad and hurt. Every possible scenario had ran through his head as he grabbed his essential things like phone, keys, and wallet before heading out of the door. While in the car to Minji’s place, he had managed to call you to cancel your plans about dinner date tonight.

It’s Jungkook’s weekend without Jihoon so he had seen it fit to take you out for dinner and then spend the rest of the weekend in bed, basking in each other’s presence before Monday and responsibilities would roll around again. It happened so rarely that he’d have you all to himself for a whole weekend – he can’t even remember the last time. But now even more time will pass before he gets to spend a whole weekend doing nothing but eating and sleeping and fucking.

“I’m really sorry, baby,” Jungkook apologizes one more time despite knowing his words won’t do much to soothe the disappointment you’re probably feeling right now. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Don’t worry about it, Kook. Rain check?”

On the other end, you sound like you’re forcing a smile but you can’t do much to hide how disappointed you’re feeling. Jungkook sighs heavily, hating that he’s the one ruining your plans for the weekend.

“Yeah, that’d be great,” he softly says, the guilty tone of his voice giving him away.

Minji’s house comes into view as he reaches the outskirts of the city. Once he’s parked in the driveway, he stays seated after turning off the ignition. His phone stays pressed to his ear, a frown on his face as he spots Minji and Jihoon through the windows. Minji is carrying a pajamas-dressed Jihoon in her arms, running a soothing hand up and down his back in order to calm him down. An action both she and Jungkook have been using ever since he was a baby.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” Jungkook softly says into the phone, eyes locked on Jihoon. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Kook, it’s fine. Just call me when you’re back home.”

The softness of your voice calms him yet tugs at his heartstrings because he knows you’re disappointed. But he also knows you’d never say that – especially not when the reason for canceling is Jihoon.

Another heavy sigh leaves him as he gets out of his car and heads inside of Minji’s house, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his jacket. He leaves it in the entrance hall before stepping further into the living room. Minji looks relieved as soon as she sees him, eyes filled with concern and a frown on her face.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asks, wondering why his son is already in his pajamas at barely 7 pm on a Friday night.

Without a word or sound, Jihoon reaches for Jungkook, silently pleading for his comfort with sleepy eyes and a tiny frown on his face.

“Hey, buddy,” Jungkook coos and takes him into his arms, heart aching as his son cuddles up against him, small arms wrapped around his neck and his face buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder. The heavy, tired sigh that leaves Jihoon’s small body tells Jungkook that whatever that is bothering him is taking a toll on his him.

Minji runs a hand through her dark brown hair, sighing deeply as she shrugs helplessly, “I don’t know what’s going on.”

Jungkook moves to sit on the couch, keeping Jihoon in his arms. Minji joins, watching as Jungkook examines Jihoon’s face for any sort of abnormal differences. The only thing that stands out is the immense tiredness etched onto his face along with a small frown. Jungkook holds his palm to his forehead, trying to decipher if he might have a fever.

“He’s burning up,” he mutters, smoothing his hand over his son’s head before cuddling him close again, arms wrapped around his small body. “When did he start acting like this?”

“Well, I made dinner and he was perfectly fine until it was time to eat,” Minji explains. “Then all of a sudden he just turned really pale and he didn’t want to eat anything… I tried to get him to eat just a small portion but he refused.”

“Did he throw up?” Jungkook asks.

Minji shakes her head, “no… not yet at least.”

Silence engulfs them, the only sound being Jihoon’s light snores as he dozes off in Jungkook’s embrace. Seeing Jihoon like this makes him feel terrible. No parent enjoys watching their children become sick.

“It’s probably just a virus,” Jungkook decides, mostly to calm Minji but also to calm himself. Jihoon is usually very playful and energetic, especially on the weekends because that means he’s going to spend time with mommy or daddy. But right now, he’s nothing more than a shadow of himself, drained of energy and pale, burning skin and shallow breaths as he sleeps in Jungkook’s arms.

“God, I hope so,” Minji frowns, “I hate seeing him like this.”

Jungkook presses a kiss to the top of Jihoon’s head, running his hand up and down his back in that soothing action he’s found comforting since he was a newborn baby.

“Yeah,” Jungkook mumbles, “me too.”

It only takes a few hours before Jihoon’s body gives in to the stress of being terrorized by the unwelcome virus. Minji barely got to find a bowl in the kitchen before Jihoon was throwing up. Luckily, Minji made it to him with the bowl before he threw up all over the white rug in the living room.

Jihoon did not find it very fun to be throwing up, his whimpering cries shooting daggers into Jungkook and Minji’s hearts as they tried their best to comfort him while his body got rid of the virus. It’s not fun to be throwing up but sometimes it’s the only way to get better when the body has been infected with a virus that usually isn’t there.

Two hours later Jihoon is fast asleep in his bed, already looking much better. Jungkook exits his room, leaving the door a bit open just in case Jihoon calls for him or Minji. Once he enters the living room again, Minji watches him as he slanders across the room to join her on the couch. A heavy sigh leaves him as he sinks into the cushions, eyes staring at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry if I ruined your plans for Friday night,” Minji says after a beat of silence.

Jungkook shakes his head, “don’t be.”

Silence overcomes them once again. It’s almost as if they’re afraid to speak with one another in case Jihoon calls. Both of them want to be sure they hear him if he does.

As they sit in silence, Jungkook’s mind wanders to you. He wonders what you’re doing now that your dinner plans got canceled. He hopes you’re not too upset about the whole thing. He would hate for you to feel upset, especially since he would be the reason.

Maybe you’re hanging out with Mina instead. He hopes you are – rather that than you being by yourself on a Friday night because your boyfriend canceled your dinner plans.

“Jungkook, you’ve been frowning non-stop for ten minutes,” Minji pulls him from his thoughts. “If you keep it up, it might stay that way.”

A humorless chuckle leaves him, “yeah, you’re probably right.”

Minji smirks to herself, watching as his face morphs back into a frown again not even a second later.

“And now you’re frowning again. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh at his ex-wife’s comment, picking up the stuffed animal that’s laying on the couch next to him, fiddling with it.

“It’s nothing.”

Minji scoffs softly, “don’t tell me it’s nothing. I’ve never seen you frown for that long in one sitting. Is it ____?”

Before he knows what’s happening, he’s nodding in response to her prying question. Minji mutters a quiet ‘I see’. Jungkook doesn’t know how or when he and Minji’s relationship changed but he never thought he’d talk about his current girlfriend with his ex-wife.

Tonight really has been odd in all sorts of ways.

“What happened?” Minji asks, too curious to stop.

Jungkook shrugs, “we had a dinner reservation at some fancy restaurant, you called, I canceled our plans.”

“Oh… I’m sorry,” she frowns.

It’s hard to believe she’s actually sorry after all the stuff she’s said to and about you ever since you came into Jungkook’s life. However, there’s something about the tone of her voice that tells Jungkook that she means it, that she feels bad for interrupting you and Jungkook’s plans for the weekend.

“It’s whatever,” Jungkook mutters, waving a dismissive hand in the air, “I’ll cancel anything for Jihoon.”

Minji smiles at that, “I know but that doesn’t mean you have to.”

Jungkook glances at the woman next to him; the woman whom he thought he loved when he was barely an adult, the woman whom he accidentally knocked up during New Years when he was just twenty-two years old, the woman who birthed his firstborn child. The woman who gave him the most precious, prestigious role in his life; being a father.

“How can I not?” Jungkook asks, “he’s the most important thing in the world to me, Minji.”

“And he knows that,” Minji tells him, “even if you’re not around every time he’s sick. The only reason I called you was because he kept asking for you. We would’ve figured it out even if you hadn’t come over.”

Her words tug at his heartstrings. Jihoon had been asking for Jungkook, for his dad. No wonder he wanted snuggles as soon as Jungkook arrived.

“I’m really sorry for ruining your plans with ____.”

Minji offers him an apologetic smile, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Jungkook smiles in return, feeling grateful that his usually overprotective, slightly arrogant ex-wife can feel apologetic for something.

It’s a rare but nice sight.

“I can tell that she means a lot to you,” she then says, “it’s nice to see you happy, Jungkook.”

Confusion takes over Jungkook’s features as the comment leaves her lips. He was happy even before he met you, hence why he’s confused as to why she would say something like that.

“I was happy before?”

Minji gives him a knowing look, “happy and in love.”

With that, she gets off the couch and heads towards her bedroom. Jungkook stays seated on the couch, trying to grasp what his ex-wife just said. Before he can ask what makes her say something like that, she glances over her shoulder.

“Goodnight, Jungkook. Call your girlfriend.”

#tdi jk #jungkook #bts #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #bts angst #drabble #jungkook x female reader #dilf jungkook #dilf jk #bts x female reader #kpop fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #kpop #fluff #angst #dad jungkook #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys #bts bangtan #bts jungkook #bts jjk #jungkook oneshot #bts oneshot #jeon jungkook #bts established relationship au #bts dad au

[chryblossomjjk]

Yahh i think pegging be perfect for practice!jk hihi he seem so confident and dominant always.

I’d like to see him sob sob sob 🤭

BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME HE WOULD CRY FRIEND

#anon #he's tew competitive to cry #he would def be #well i have it in the drabbles so you'll see eventually ! #but man is a certified switch #he down to try literally everything #fic: practice #my bby imagine jk would not be caught dead subbing tho #no but i def want to branch out #so this next fic #dilf jk #hes dom I would say #but the fic after #chatroom jk #is subby n inexperienced eep ! #but its ft sex sooo #i dont know if thats ENOUGH UGH #maybe... #hm #well heatwave jk is p dom too #SHIT #glimpse of us jk kinda vanilla #IDK ILL THINK OF SOMETHING #also love using these tags for my inner dialogue lmao

[2hightocare]

NO NUT NOVEMBER.

Synopsis: Jungkook didn’t think stuff through when he made a bet for “No Nut November” he seemed to forget that he can’t say no to you.

Pairings: dilf!jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings— SMUT! cussing, kind of drunk sex?, dirty talk, anal, squirting, spanking, size kink!!!!, jk is pussy whipped, jk eating you out, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) rough sex!!, crying from pleasure, hair pulling, fluff at the very end,

a/n: someone lock me the fuck up… this is in the KUWTB universe, jus wanted to get into jk and oc sex life more… enjoy🥹🤍

m.list

“I am not betting a thousand on Jungkook for no nut; November be fucking for real; he’s going to lose twenty minutes in.” Namjoon says knowing his friend and knowing how you have him wrapped around your pinky will have him losing money.

“I can go a whole month without sex, motherfuckers.” Jungkook gasps, running a hand through his wet hair from his previous shower.

It was Halloween night, and the boys just came back from accompanying Iseul and Ye Joon trick or treating down the neighborhood.

“I’m taking my baby to the rich neighborhoods so she can get the full-size candy bars.” Jungkook squeezes Iseul's cheeks, trying to avoid the cute bunny face paint you had drawn on. Your husband, without thinking twice, matched her outfit with the big fluffy bunny ears on the top of his head, bobbing on his head whenever he would move around.

"You literally live in a rich neighborhood.” Ari scolds, sending Jungkook's arm flying up in his defense.

"Trust, I won’t fuck up!” Jungkook defends himself while the boys have a hard time believing him; the boys only sighed before agreeing.

…

 

Jungkook couldn’t do it; his dick immediately hardened as he saw you walking down the stairs in your playboy bunny costume, the small black leather skirt that barely covers your ass, and your black thong visible to everyone. The black long-sleeve crop top and the bunny ears had him stressing and wishing he wouldn’t have made that bet.

“Fuck, you look beautiful, baby." Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in possessively. His hand lowered to your ass before giving a soft squeeze; you didn’t even bat an eye.

“Thank you, my love.” You give him a quick peck before looking down at his all-black outfit. “You look handsome, daddy,” you wink before walking to the kitchen where Eunbi and Jia were.

You had taken a new habit of calling Jungkook Daddy a joke, and he knew that, but right now the word just worsened the hard problem he has in his pants.

It’s around three in the morning now, and the house is a mess. Iseul is staying with your mother-in-law, who volunteered to take care of her for the night. You were definitely drunk; Ari and Lora came in the house already fucked up, and them being bad influences made you and all the girls take shot after shot, so here you were dancing in your living room as the guys sat on the couch watching you all.

“I think I might owe you all a thousand." Jungkook sighs at his friends. Who’s head snaps at him in shock? “You fucking lost already; are you serious? It's been like three hours!?” Seokjin gasps, and Jimin giggles beside him.

That’s when everyone pulls their wallets and drops wads of cash in Jimin's hands. “I fucking told you he wouldn’t last." Jimin snickers as he counts the money in his hands.

“You guys have no faith in me! I haven’t done anything."Jungkook whispers the last part, "Oh." Jimin says he is disappointed before handing the money back to the corresponding boys.

“Then why do you say that?" Hoseok sighs, putting the hundred back in his wallet before tucking it in his back pocket.

“She’s dressed as a playboy bunny!! A sexy ass playboy bunny.” Jungkook whispers, “Please come on; you would fuck y/n in a garbage bag.” Yoongi says, before sending a signal to Eunbi to stop drinking, to which she only nods 'no', making Yoongi stand up and march her way.

“She would look good in anything—better without anything, actually.” Jungkook says as he sees you down, another shot making him shoot up his seat.

“No more alcohol for you, baby.” He takes the shot glass out of your hands, putting his arm around your waist to keep you stabilized. "Babyyy,” you pout, looking up at him, fisting his shirt, and pulling him closer to your face. 

“What princess?” He says softly, your faces almost touching each other; he can smell the alcohol. “I’m so drunk.” You slur with a goofy smile on your face, gripping onto his shoulders, raising your legs behind you, and reaching for your heel, making you stumble backwards just for Yoongi and Jungkook to stabilize you.

"Yeah, we’re leaving,” Yoongi says as he holds onto Eunbi, who’s slurring a bunch of nonsense, “but I don’t want to leave!" Eunbi whines as Yoongi chuckles as he drags her to the front door.

“We should leave too, then,” all the boys say, standing up and wishing everyone goodbye. “Let’s go, my love,” Taehyung tells Ari, who’s lying on the ground, her police officer outfit long gone, replaced with the big t-shirt you had handed her earlier.

"Nooo, I want to stay with y/n!” She gets picked up by Taehyung, who shushes her with a kiss. “You reek like alcohol,” he chuckles before giving Jungkook a head nod and walking out, Jimin and Namjoon following behind them, being the last ones out, the rest long gone.

Jungkook lays you on the couch, kneeling down, unstrapping your heels, and taking them off before kissing the top of your shin. Making you moan in relief.

“My feet hurt so bad!” You whine loudly before bringing your feet into your chest, making your skirt ride up, giving Jungkook a perfect view of your covered pussy. 

He wanted nothing to open your legs, put your panties aside, and eat you out at that moment, but one, you were drunk, and two, the stupid bet he made yesterday. So instead of doing all that, he stood up and made his way to the main door, locking it before making his way back to you, taking his dirty shirt off in the process.

“You are so hot... Could you maybe have my baby?” You pout, looking up at him, who’s hovering over you with a smile on his face. “You already had my baby, princess.” He chuckles at you, making grabby hands up at him.

“Then another one?” You slur with the goofiest smile on your face as he picks you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his torso as your arms wrap around his neck. “You would slap yourself if you heard yourself right now, baby.” He laughs as you snuggle your face into his neck. 

“If it’s a girl, what would we name her?” You slur your words as Jungkook starts making his way upstairs to your guy's room. “I don’t know, princess, do you know?” He asks you, taking one step at a time. 

“I like Nabi," you giggle. “I like Nabi.” Jungkook repeats after you, giving your puffed-out cheek a wet kiss. “And if it’s a boy, we can name it Junior.” Jungkook suggests entering your guys room.

“Ew no!” You shake your head, sticking your tongue out like you just ate something disgusting. “That’s offensive; you don’t like my name?” Jungkook puts you gently on the bed, crossing his arms in front of him, making his muscles flex as he watches you bite your lip while you look up to him.

“Of course I do. It’s just that’s the name I scream out when I’m getting railed. I don’t want my son to have that name." You shiver from the thought, leaving Jungkook speechless from your boldness.

“Y/n!” He chokes out, "What? I’m being honest!” You slur, trying to put your shirt over your head, only to get stuck with your hands up in the air. “Help me!" you whine.

Your husband laughs immediately, helping you take your shirt off before throwing it somewhere in the room. He watches you struggle to reach behind you to unclip your bra. 

“Turn around, baby; let me help.” He orders, and who are you to say no?

“Mkay,” you say, turning around and letting Jungkook unclip it with his hand, making your bra drop onto the bed. And with that, you fall face-first into the bed. "Yeah, no, get up. We need to brush your teeth and take your makeup off. Come on.” Jungkook picks up your frame as you whine loudly. 

As Jungkook drags you to your guy's shared bathroom in only your skirt, Jungkook sets you up on the sink, and you bring your knees up against you again, making Jungkook want to run into a wall.

Seeing you with your smudge eyeliner and mascara has his thoughts running wild. You are topless, and the tiniest skirt he has ever seen you wear has him imagining how he could bend you over, lift your skirt up, and fuck you raw.

He shakes his thoughts off, getting your light pink toothbrush and lathering it with toothpaste before passing it to you. You lazily brush your teeth with your eyes closed, making small sounds at random times as Jungkook brushes his teeth as well.

“I'm dizzy.. My head is spinning.” You giggle as toothpaste is still in your mouth before spitting it out. Jungkook makes a little bowl with his hand, putting his palm underneath the water and accumulating a good amount before bringing it into your mouth, which you then swish around your mouth before spitting it out into the sink.

“All done," you clap your hands, trying to get off the counter.

“You need to take your makeup off; where are your makeup wipes?” Jungkook asks as he goes through all your skincare and makeup.

“How the fuck do you know what a makeup wipe is?" You slur, your brows furrowing, as you wrap your arms around your legs and up your chest. “Baby what?” Jungkook laughs at your question, knowing he has taken off your makeup countless times before this one.

“I'm mad now.” You pout, pushing your husband's hands off your knees. "Baby, please, I have only taken your makeup off. I promise." Jungkook raises his pinky, which you only glare at.

“Did you fuck her in the legs-up position? Because that’s our position.” You slur once again, making Jungkook chuckle in front of you.

“Baby, trust me, I would not fuck anyone in any position that isn’t you,” he reassures as you stare at his pinky that’s still in the air. “Okay,” you pout in defeat, interlocking your pinky with his.

“You can’t be lying because that’s a pinky promise,” you warn. “Of course, baby,” he says, giving you a kiss on your forehead before opening the small packet. “Be gentle," you whine as you stare at your shirtless boyfriend, who takes a wipeout.

He only nods, holding your neck like a necklace to keep your head straight, and starts taking off your makeup. “I’m hungry,” you say as your eyes flutter closed.

“It’s three in the morning, princess; there's nothing open right now.” Jungkook smiles at your scrunched-up expression. “Did you eat all the cookies?" You peek your eye open. “Maybe..” Jungkook whispers, dropping the dirty wipe in the trash can beside him.

“What! You don’t even share with me anymore.” You mumble as Jungkook picks you up and makes his way to your shared bed, dropping you on it. “I share everything with you, baby,” he says as he undoes his pants to slide into bed with you.

You stare at your husband through your eyelashes as you struggle to take off your skirt. “Need help?” Jungkook chuckles under breath as his pants fall to the ground, leaving him in only a pair of black boxers, his print clearly visible.

"Mhm," you nod, biting your lip as you tilt your head to the side to get a better view in between his pants as he reaches for the zipper on your skirt, pulling it down. "Up, baby,” he orders. You do as he says and raise your bottom up, letting him pull your skirt off, leaving you in your thong.

Jungkook drops the skirt on the floor as he watches you lying on the bed with nothing but the black piece of clothing covering your center. His breath rises as he watches you reach between your legs and move your panties to the side, giving him a perfect view of you.

“I’m so wet, baby, help me,” you whine as you run a finger through your drenched slit. "Baby, I can’t,” he hushes as his dick twitches in his briefs. 

“I’m not that drunk anymore, I promise.” You mumble, giving your pussy a little slap. “Fuck,” you moan.

Jungkook very much wanted nothing but to slam into you in this exact moment, but did he really not have self-control when it came to you? He thought to himself.

"Please... if not, I’ll just fuck myself with my fingers.” You giggled, bringing your index and middle fingers up to your mouth, sucking and twirling your tongue on the tips, all while remaining eye contact with your husband, who’s fighting with himself whenever he wants to control himself or fuck you into the mattress.

But when Jungkook saw you insert a finger, he realized he didn’t have self-control when it came to you, and actually, he could give zero fucks about it, plus one thousand was nothing compared to you.

“Fuck it!” Jungkook grabbed a hold of your hands before pinning them up to your head, making you giggle loudly. “Hi.” You giggle as his face is just a few inches away from yours, and his eyes scan your face. “Hi.” He chuckles and smashes his lips against yours.

You moan softly as he wastes no time inserting his tongue into your mouth. His tongue glides along yours, making noise each time you part apart to breathe. Jungkook abandons your lips, moving to your neck, licking, sucking, and blowing.

“I want to eat you out,” he mumbles into your neck between sucking, leaving purplish red marks. He slowly makes his way down your body, all while remaining in eye contact with you. You use your elbows to prop yourself up, getting a clear view of your husband between your legs.

He chuckles, blowing a kiss to your clit making your hips buck forward, a choked moan leaves your mouth. “You’re dripping for me." He runs a finger through your puffy slit, spreading your arousal all over your pussy. 

You feel your wetness ooze down to your puckered hole and maybe even to the gray sheets underneath you. Jungkook tauntingly hovered over your aching center. “Please, fuck,” you buck your hips up again, making him pin you down.

Jungkook gives your cunt a long and slow lick, “shit.” You whine, your legs squeezing around his face, as he starts lapping on your clit, swirling and sucking. His saliva and your juices mixing together.

He pushes your legs up, spreading your pussy more for him. As he continues to suck harshly on your clit your fingers rake in his hair, pulling roughly whenever he would non-stop flick his tongue on your bud, making you shake. "Fuck, you’re going to make cum.” Your eyes roll back into your head.

Jungkooks cock is painfully hard in his briefs; he shifts from his position in hope to relieve some of the pressure, but it only twitches in return. Your husband brings his tattooed fingers in front of your face and says, "Suck.” He orders, and he doesn't have to ask twice.

You grab ahold of his hand and insert his three large fingers into your mouth, twirling your tongue on the tip and sucking like you would if you were on your knees in front of him.

A rush of blood rushes to his cock as he watches you suck on his fingers. You pop his fingers out of your mouth.

He tugs on your clit one last time before rubbing your sensitive bud slowly. You choke out a moan.

Jungkook inserts one of his finger pumping it in and out of your gummy walls, sending you back into the mattress. “Fuck yes,” you cry. He inserts a second finger, pumping them out quickly, curling them inside you, and hitting your spot each time. You grip tightly onto the sheet as you start to feel dizzy. “I’m coming, shit shit shit,” you cry out. You try to push Jungkook off you as he slides his fingers in and out of you repeatedly, with his tongue flicking your clit sending you over the edge.

Your mouth hangs open as your body shakes uncontrollably. Your pussy clenches around Jungkook's fingers. A rush of fluid squirts out of you, leaving you shaking and gasping for air.

“pretty.” Jungkook chuckles under his breath, giving your pussy a small slap and making you whine from the overstimulation.

Jungkook stands up, watching you squeeze your legs together with your eyes closed and chest heaving. “You good, baby?” He leans over, kissing your face over and over again until you peek your eyes open, and you giggle nonstop.

“Fuck!” You giggle, making Jungkook raise an eyebrow. “So good,” you giggle, “yeah?” He smirks, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Mhm.” You nod, kissing him back. “Let me return the favor.” You reach for his huge hard on, squeezing.

“Let me just fuck you.” He whispers into your mouth as you giggle in response.

“Okay.” You nod. Jungkook slowly stands up from the bed as you watch him push down his briefs, letting his cock spring free. He grabs ahold of the base, giving it a squeeze, and runs his thumb along his aching red slit before walking closer to you. You bite your lip in anticipation, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

He spits down, letting his saliva drip down onto his cock before giving it two pumps, “legs up. ” He taps your thigh for you to do as he says.

You giggle, pushing your legs up, giving your husband an amazing view of your drenched spread out, dripping core.

“Fuck,” he says, aligning himself with your hole and slapping his cock on your pussy multiple times. "Shit, ah,” you moan, digging your nails into your thighs.

Jungkook watches as you clench your pussy over nothing, making his cock twitch. He runs his length over your slit before sliding into you. “Oh shit.” You gasp, biting your lip harshly.

Jungkook has always been too big for you, always stretching you out deliciously every time you had sex. Your pussy always took him so well.

"Shit, shit, shit,” you say, closing your eyes as you feel the burn of him sliding deeper into you. “You can take it, baby.” He hushes, pushing in deeper, and he rubs your clit with his thumb, trying to ease you. 

You can feel him all the way into your belly as he finally is all the way in you. “You take me so well, fuck, baby.” Jungkook groans as you clench non-stop around him.

"Move, fuck, ah,” you cry. You didn’t have to ask twice, as he started sliding out of your hole before slamming back in. Your nails dig into your thighs, leaving marks as he continues to slide in and out of you repeatedly. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slams roughly into you. His hands push your legs down to your chest as he fucks into you, his cock spreading your walls and his tip hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

Jungkook watches his cock disappear into your messy wet cunt; he watches how you spasm every time he pounds into you; your pussy squirts every time he pulls out; but he doesn’t stop; he continues to slam back in.

Tears stream down your face from the immense pleasure in your core as you reach between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously. “Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.” Jungkook says between gritted teeth, as you only reply with a moan.

“Look at you squirting all over my cock.” He pulls out, spurs of liquid come rushing out of you, and your legs shake as your pussy convulses from each spurt. “Ahh fuck.” You moan as Jungkook rubs your pussy; your hands reach for his, trying to push him away, but failing as you orgasm with a long, loud moan.

“Good girl.” He groans.

“I can't... fuck,” you choke out, trying to catch your breath. "Yes, you can." Jungkook flips you over to your stomach. “Ass up.” He demands giving your ass a spank. 

You bring your ass up in the air, leaving your upper body laying on the bed totally spent. “Fuck pussy, so messy." Jungkook runs his cock through your pussy before sliding back in.

"Shit, this angle fucks me up,” he groans, getting ahold of your waist and squeezing roughly, probably leaving marks, as he slams into you. You dig your head into the mattress, biting onto the sheets, silencing your screams. The wet sound of him pounding into you and your screams are the only things being heard in the room.

“You love being fucked like this, huh?” He moans, pounding into you from behind. You don’t reply. 

He pulls out and pulls your hair up. “Answer me. You love being fucked like this, huh?” He whispers into your ear, your back arched against him.

“Yes.” You cry, and tears stream down your face. “Yes what? Baby.” He chuckles from your disheveled state, “I love being fucked like this.” You stutter over your words; the only thing your brain can comprehend is that you wanted to come again for the third time.

And with that, he lets you go. As you fall back down onto the bed, Jungkook spreads your ass cheeks, watching your pussy and asshole clench over nothing. “Spread open.” He orders you.

Jungkook watches how you do as he says and spread yourself open for him. He takes the base of his cock and aligns himself with your other hole. He rubs over some of your arousal to your asshole, inserting the tip of his cock before pushing the rest of his length inside you, “Fuckk.” You moan loudly, "Relax, baby.” He groans loudly at how tight it is.

This is not the first time Jungkook has fucked your ass, but the stretch of his cock always feels like the first time. He stays for a few moments, still waiting for you to adjust. "Go," you whimper. A green light for him to thrust.

He spreads you open more, watching his cock slip out of your hole before thrusting back in slowly. You moan under him, and you reach under him, rubbing your clit softly as tears run down your cheeks.

“Such a good fucking girl.” Jungkook moans, squeezing your ass and restraining himself from pounding into you at that very moment.

You insert two of your fingers into your pussy, sliding them in and out as Jungkook slides his cock into your ass. "Faster, please,” you whine, fucking your fingers into you as Jungkook speeds up his movements.

Your legs shake barely holding up as he pounds into roughly moaning loudly each time you clench, “You fucking like that?” He chokes out each slam he thrusts into you. “Keep taking it, baby.” His balls slam into your pussy, which each push.

“Fuck so good.” He moans, not stopping his movements. Both of you are sweating as you bite down on the gray sheets, feeling your pussy spasms with liquid with each thrust. “I’m coming.” You shriek,

“Go ahead, baby.” Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head, watching you shake underneath him. His body locks up, and black and white spots fill his vision as his dick twitches in you before spilling his seed into you with a loud groan.

“Oh fuck.” Jungkook pants as he slides out of your ass, his come oozing out of you. You fall onto the bed, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you whimper softly from the outstanding orgasm you just went through.

"Fuck, are you okay, baby?” Jungkook makes his way to you, flipping you over to be able to see your face. You whimper softly with your hands covering your face. "Shit, baby, did I hurt you?” He panics, shooting straight up and taking your hands off your face.

He sees the tears streaming down your face, and that sends a blow to his heart. "Baby, where does it hurt?” He scans your body and tries to soothe your shaking legs, rubbing his palms up and down your thighs.

“I’m okay.” You whimper between cries. 

“Then why are you crying, my love?” He pulls you up into a sitting position before kissing your tear-stained cheeks. "felt so good.” You cry. A wave of relief hits Jungkook. "Baby," he chuckles, giving you kisses all over your face.

“I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” You cry as he laughs softly while standing up, finding his briefs on the ground before stepping into them. He goes into your guys' shared closet looking for a pair of underwear for you and one of his shirts.

"Here, baby, let me help you.” He makes his way to you; he sits beside you as he helps you put on your panties and his shirt.

“Do you need anything?” Jungkook asks, putting your hair behind your ear. “No, I'm super tired; I want to cuddle.” You say snuggling under the covers with a big smile on your face, and Jungkook follows in beside you.

…

The next morning, Jungkook called in for an emergency meeting as he was waiting for the boys to come in. Taehyung arrives first with a guilty expression on his face, and before Jungkook could ask what’s up, Hoseok and Namjoon come striding in. And not long after all the boys started striding in.

“So..” Jungkook starts, “I fucked up.” And with that, he drops a thousand on the table in front of the boys. Nobody moves, and nobody says anything until,

"Oh, thank God, and I thought it was going to be just me." Taehyung drops a wad of cash, with the rest of the boys following along, dropping cash on the table.

“Are you fucking serious!?” Namjoon stares at his friends with his jaw wide open. “Am I the only one who took this seriously?” Namjoon shook his head at his friends.

“Honestly, I don't regret it at all.” Jungkook shrugs.

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[kooeater]

Hi babes!! can you do a short fic about older/dilf!jk x reader with daddy issues? smutty and cute pleaseee <3

guys who are older | JJK

Jungkook x f.reader

smut | fluff | tiny bit of angst?

warnings: age gap, older!jk. daddy issues?, unproteced sex, counter sex, dom/sub dynamics, slight choking, afteracare, some cutesy stuff c:

(Is this short? I think so... I'm not sure omg I tried my best anon!! Hope you enjoy!)

Jeon Jungkook, 38-year-old divorced hot dad moved next door to you and fucking hell did he make you go insane. Let's just say, you gotten to know him very well.

Fucking Jungkook was the best part of your day, you two can't go a day without having sex. You made it very clear to him that he can talk to you about anything, it doesn't always have to be about sex! Although, the age gap was certainly something you always swore to him you can understand like an adult.

You're a 21-year-old college student, and he's 38, divorced, and has 2 kids, did you care? No, not at all. You were going to fuck him regardless.

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"You're such a good girl for me." a beautiful moan coming from his mouth, his large member thrusting in and out of your tight hole, tattooed hands clamped around your throat.

All you did was knock on his door for some sugar, in the smallest skirt you know he loves.

Now, you're on his kitchen counter, legs spread opened, panties to the side like a whore for his cock to ram into your cunt. Whimpers coming from your mouth as his cock kept hitting the same spot in you over and over again. He knows how's to fuck way too well.

"Jungkook please, cum in me!" you let out a high-pitched moan as you felt his cock hit your g spot repeatedly. You then do a little yelp as his hand comes off your throat and up to your boobs, grasping them like stress balls.

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me. I can be in this tight pussy all fucking day." his words send you over the edge, you can feel your orgasm coming close. a couple of rubs to your clit and you're releasing sweet cream all over his member just how he likes it.

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Sex was great of course; the aftercare was just as good. He lets you know that he cares after fucking you into next week. He would make sure you had a nice spot to nap knowing you're such a sleepy head after sex, he made sure there was snacks for you to munch on.

His praise was everything to you. He knew you didn't have a father figure emotionally there for you while you were growing up, he caught onto your daddy issues really quick. Every time you brought up your grades, good or bad ones he'll always say how he's proud of you.

"Darling don't be sad, an 88% is fine. You studied hard and you did your work, you just need to understand it better. Look, your professor even left a note saying how lovely your handwriting is!" he pointed to the little sticky note, trying to cheer you up as you were letting out tears for not getting the perfect grade back.

"Well yeah I mean, I tried my best to make it look nice." sadness tinted in your voice as you leaned into his chest feeling nothing but warmth and comfort from him.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you're okay." his soft yet simple words are enough to make you break down. He picks up your body and sits down on his living room couch, your hands wrapped around his neck as his arms wrap around your waist.

Times like that were the best, knowing that you can have that comforting connecting with him, knowing that he wasn't just going to walk out on you. He was the older man you always needed in your life, and you're not going to let him go.

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this was done pretty fastly lmao sorry if it's boring? Idk I'm not used to writing this way but I wanted to try it out! Like and follow if you feel like it, thanks for readinggggg ~~~ 🤍

- belle 🎀

[justimagineok]

2:30 series - drops of love 27 💌 || Mi-hi👶

"At first I thought you were a constellation

I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation

You’re as beautiful as endless

You’re the universe I’m helpless in" - Venus

drops of love masterlist

art couple by Gyung Studio - not mine

"Mommy, mommy, look!", Mi-hi came running, showing off the stuffed bunny that Jungkook had bought her earlier. Weird because the two of you had agreed to deliver her the gift together.

The other half of the rabbit was still inside the wrapping, and that's when you understood what happened: It turns out that Mi-hi managed to be even more curious and daring than her father. The two were so close and alike that sometimes you were stunned.

The face Mi-hi made when you didn't let her eat candy was the same one Jungkook gave you when you didn't bring him skittles when you came back from the supermarket. They both hated waking up early, while you practically bloomed from waking up early in the morning. They both frowned when you stopped paying attention to them to use your phone or do something else while you were with them, and even the way they smiled was the same. Mi-hi managed to have all of Jungkook's bravery and courage that led her to climb a tree with the other boys, but she also had her delicacy, and when she saw that she was on the heights, she screamed at the top of her lungs for her dad . It was funny how Jungkook would pop up from the ground if Mi-hi called out to him.

He would pluck her from any tree and spend sleepless nights to make sure she didn't fear monsters. He would go out of his way to show her how much he loved her.

But, back to the bunny incident: Mi-hi came running with the stuffed rabbit in her hand, the gift wrapper around her arm, and a smile on her face. You were sitting on the couch with Jungkook lying on your lap, completely passed out. Even now, with fewer schedules with the members, Jungkook's own schedule has never been fuller. Between promotions for his new album and campaigns for Calvin Klein and Balenciaga, Jungkook still managed to make sure he always had time for you and Mi-hi. That nothing was more important than family, and that he would do anything to make sure you both didn't forget that.

Mi-hi suddenly stopped her run when she saw you signaling to the sleepy Jungkook on your lap. "Daddy is sleeping, baby", You smiled at her, helping her remove the wrapping paper from her left arm without making too much noise. She nodded, mimicking a quiet 'shh' just like you did previously.

"Where did you get this?, baby", You pointed to the bunny that she was fully hugging by now.

"i saw it there", she said, pointing at the dining table on the other side of the room. You frowned, incapable of getting mad at her, that cute smile spread on her face.

"you know you can't take things like that, baby", you reprimanded her in a low tone, trying not wake Jungkook from his nap, but you knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't wake up even if Mi-hi was running around the house and screaming at the top of her lungs. At the beginning of dating Jungkook, you used to get irritated with the difficulty of waking him up, but in the end, you were content to understand that it was a gift. It had to be. It was a 'Jungkook thing'.

Mi-hi pouted, already sensing you were going to take away her new gift. "I'm sorry, mommy."

Her eyes filled with tears, ready to cry when you took the toy from her hand, but to her surprise, you didn't. Instead, you picked her up and placed her beside you, watching as she laid in the space that was left on your lap. With one hand busy holding the stuffed rabbit tightly, she cutely reached out to touch your face. "Love you, mommy", your not-so-little baby confessed, offering you a bunny smile, just like her father's often gave you.

Even though she was a copy of Jungkook, Mi-hi still had traits that were so similar to yours and, at the same time, nuances that were hers alone. She looked like her father and mother, but she wasn't like anyone else. She was Mi-hi. Yours and Jungkook's Mi-hi. Your beautiful joy.

#drops of love #2:30 #2:30 series #jk x reader #jungkook x yn #jk x you #dad jungkook #dilf jungkook #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x oc #jungkook x you #jungkook masterlist #fluff jungkook #jungkook fic recs #jungkook x reader

[maineventbts]

my next oneshot is dilf!jk and inspired by the movie ‘knock knock’. im already over halfway done 🤭

#dilf jk #i finally found motivation lol

[jungk0oksthighs]

Swm jk be honest. How many times did you think about your ex wife when you know.. you’re taking care of yourself 🤭

SWMJK: ‘Uhh... Maybe a few. Depends who’s asking. I’ll deny everything if you tell her!’

#swm #swm character ask #swm jk #dilf jk

[mercurygguk]

tdi; one year · forever to go | jjk (m) – pt. 1

➵ summary; jungkook plans a getaway for your 1-year-anniversary and you couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate.

pairing; dad!jungkook x f. reader

rating; 18+

word count; 4,326

content; established relationship au, smut/fluff

warnings; making out, fingering, hand job (for like two seconds), dirty talk, unprotected hot tub sex, cringey flirting

a/n; this is part 1 out of 2 of the anniversary drabble for our beloved tdi couple <3 i hope you enjoy this until i’ve finished the other part! i was too excited to share it so i decided to split it jdjdsk enjoy!!

ps. please don’t be a silent reader! feel free to tell me your thoughts on this drabble, like and reblog, shout in the tags or send me an ask, anything is greatly appreciated! thank you <3

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Mina [3:08 pm]: Hey, I convinced her to go home early. She’s on her way ;) Have fun, kids!

Jungkook lets out a nervous sigh, shaking his head at himself. 

There is absolutely no reason to be nervous. It’s just you, his girlfriend of one year. He shouldn’t be nervous when it comes to you at this point. He’s been spending the greater part of his days with you throughout the past year, gotten to know you in all ways possible; your bad habits, your cute habits, your pet peeves, your soft spots and weaknesses, your strengths – everything.

He quickly sends Mina a reply, thanking her for her help ever since he started planning this surprise. He had reached out to her when you and his 1-year-anniversary got closer. He wasn’t sure you’d like what he had in mind so he thought, why not ask your best friend?

Mina had been thrilled by Jungkook’s idea, telling him it was the perfect way to celebrate a whole year of love, gushing about it for hours straight while Jungkook mapped out the itinerary of the surprise to her. Mina’s support and excitement had pushed him to plan it out to a full extent. All he needed from Mina was her help to pack a bag for you and get you home early because he knows that Fridays are the usual ‘working late’ days for you. He never understood why but didn’t ask too many questions. He simply accepted the fact that you enjoy the peace and calm of the office after everyone has left for the weekend.

Jungkook, on the other hand, has finally learned how to leave work early on Fridays – especially after he met you. Before he ‘only’ had Jihoon to get home to every other week but now he has you too. Two people waiting for him, two people waiting for his company, his presence, his attention. And in the end, he’d rather give it to the two of you rather than the stacks of paper at work. 

Hopefully you’ll learn it one day too.

While waiting for your arrival, Jungkook dials up Minji. He can’t help but feel like he’s prioritizing you over his son, the feeling heavy in his chest as Minji picks up, the sound of Jihoon’s blabbering in the background.

“Hey, what’s up?” Minji greets him, sounding out of breath.

Jungkook’s eyebrows pull together on his forehead, “you okay?”

Minji chuckles on the other end, “oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just your son making me run to catch a pretty expensive vase before it fell to the floor.”

“Oh,” Jungkook huffs out a short laugh as she mentions Jihoon as Jungkook’s son only, “I hope he won’t cause you too much trouble this weekend. I’m really sorry–”

Jungkook genuinely felt bad when he dropped Jihoon off at Minji’s place last night. Mainly because it was his turn to have Jihoon for the weekend and he hasn’t missed a single weekend since he and Minji got divorced. But also because Minji deserves some time to herself – she is the mother after all. She has carried a way heavier load than Jungkook ever since Jihoon was born and having their shared son every other weekend is the bare minimum he can do for her. But here he is, forcing her to sacrifice her alone-time so he can spend a whole weekend with his girlfriend.

“Oh, please,” Minji scoffs, cutting him off, “you deserve a break, Jungkook. Give yourself some credit, will you? Besides, it’s your 1-year-anniversary! You have to celebrate. In fact, I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t.”

The hints of a smile spreads across Jungkook’s lips at her words. The unexpected support from his ex-wife is surprising to say the least but welcomed nevertheless. When he first started dating you, never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined Minji to be happy for him. And as if that isn’t enough, his relationship with you has affected his relationship with Minji too – it’s almost as if there was an invisible fog of tension, guilt, and blame hanging above him and his ex but it has vanished over time ever since you came into his life.

Must be your positive aura.

“Thank you, Minji,” he tells her, expressing his genuine gratitude through the speaker. “For… well, everything, I guess.”

“____ really made you soft, you know?” She teases, causing Jungkook to let out a slightly embarrassed laugh. “But you’re welcome. Now, go pack your bag if you haven’t already. I believe your girlfriend is right around the corner, no?”

Jungkook smirks, “yeah, she is. Thank you again. I’ll let you know when we’re on our way back. Tell Jihoon I said hi.”

With that, he hangs up just as the sound of his front door opening reaches his ears. A rush of excitement runs through his entire body when he hears your voice, calling his name. Less than a minute later, you come into view, eyes wide and filled with concern as you rush towards him.

“Hey, you okay?” You greet him, seeming rather distracted by your concern to reciprocate the short kiss Jungkook places on your lips. “Mina said something about an emergency, so I rushed out of there, probably ran a red light too, I don’t know–”

Jungkook can’t help but laugh at your rambling, eyes taking in your slightly frazzled appearance. It isn’t until his laughter reaches your ears you realize that he’s fine, not a scratch in sight. Jungkook is smirking at you in amusement when realization dawns upon you. You groan softly when he raises a questioning eyebrow at you.

“I’m gonna kill her,” you grumble to yourself, stepping away from your boyfriend to get rid of your coat.

“Don’t,” Jungkook tells you, “it’s my fault. I asked her to lie.”

You stare at him in confusion, “why?”

Before he can answer, you ask him another question; “also, why are there packed bags by the front door?”

Jungkook’s cheeks are hurting from how much he’s been smiling since you stepped into his apartment. However, it seems the happiness will stay visible on his face for the rest of the weekend.

“Because we’re going on a trip,” he announces, stepping closer to you. Curiosity fills your eyes as his arms slide around your waist to pull you against him. “You know what this weekend is.”

You giggle softly as his face inches closer to yours, “do I?”

Jungkook hums and nods, nose bumping against yours as his breath brushes your lips.

“I’m not sure,” you grimace, a playful glint in your eyes. God, he loves it when your eyes give you away. “Care to remind me?”

Jungkook closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a lasting kiss, one that makes his heart grow in size when your arms snake around his neck to keep him in place. A soft sigh leaves the both of you as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, tongue brushing your bottom lip. You allow him inside, a delicate moan tumbling into his mouth as your tongues meet. He kisses you passionately, hand coming up to cup your face, calloused thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

You’re left slightly breathless when he pulls away, leaving a few soft pecks against your now slightly swollen lips, a smirk on his face; “I believe it’s been one year of doing that.”

A surprised gasp escapes your lips when Jungkook turns onto the road leading up to the destination. Jungkook’s lawyer and friend, Namjoon, owns a beach house a few hours from the city. It’s a pale blue wooden beach house, lifted up on a hill with a view of the ocean. The details, windows and fence around the veranda is painted white, some of the paint slightly chipped due to the cold weather. Namjoon doesn’t usually use it during fall and winter and was happy to lend it to Jungkook when he had asked one day while eating lunch together.

“Jungkook, this is amazing,” you’re gaping at the beach house, eyes wide as you take in the scene in front of you. The afternoon fall sun is setting into the ocean, creating a faded and cold blue sky mixed with hints of orange. Jungkook smiles to himself as he parks the car and unbuckles himself to get out of the car. A moment later he’s opening the passenger door for you. You unbuckle yourself and take Jungkook’s hand, stepping out of his car, eyes still locked on the house.

It seems it’s safe to say this surprise is already a success.

“Here,” Jungkook catches your attention, handing you a key. He nods towards the beach house with a small smirk, silently telling you to go inside while he gets the bags from the trunk. You quickly peck his lips, barely giving him any time to register the small action before you excitedly run up the steps leading to the front porch of the beach house. Jungkook watches with an amused grin on his face, chuckling to himself.

“This place is insane,” you boast when Jungkook joins you inside. “How did you manage to find it?”

“A friend of mine owns it. I asked if I could borrow it for the weekend.”

Jungkook places the bags down by the front door, looking around the beach house belonging to his friend. Namjoon’s wife definitely has a sense for decorating – the expensive furniture and plants blend in nicely with the rest of the vibe of the beach house. Spending summer here must be a dream – the thought of lounging around in the hammock on the open veranda while watching the ocean waves reach the shore causes a warm feeling to flow through Jungkook’s body.

The feeling of your body pressing against his brings him back from daydreaming. You’re smiling up at him, gratitude evident in your eyes as they meet his own. Jungkook feels his heart skip a beat at the sight.

“You didn’t have to arrange all of this,” you tell him softly, “I would’ve been more than satisfied spending a whole day being a couch potato.”

Jungkook laughs softly at that, wrapping his arms around you to hug you to his chest.

“You deserve a break from the city,” he tells you, lips brushing your forehead. “Besides, I want you all to myself for the weekend. No distractions, no interruptions – just you and me. Is that okay?”

You nod instantly, leaning on your tippy toes to reach his lips, giving him a soft kiss, “it’s more than okay.”

“Good.”

Jungkook smiles against your lips, kissing you again. He just can’t help it – not when he has all the time in the world for the weekend and no one around to stop him. He knows when you go back on Sunday, this blissful fantasy world will be over with and responsibilities will be back to demand his attention.

This weekend, nothing will hold him back from doing what he wants. And right now, he wants you to join him in the hot tub on the veranda.

“I hope Mina packed a bikini for you,” Jungkook says as he steps away from you to grab the bags, bringing them with him to the bedroom. You furrow your eyebrows as you follow behind. He dumps the bags on top of the bed, flashing you a soft smirk.

“I’m not going swimming when it’s barely 10 degrees outside, Kook,” you pointedly tell him, looking rather nervous to say the least. You eye him skeptically, silently asking him if that is what he has in mind. Although it would be fun to see you try and get into the freezing ocean for a quick dip, that wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.

“Don’t worry,” he laughs, “we’re just going in the hot tub.”

“Oh, thank god–” relief washes over your face, shoulders falling from their tense state, “there’s a hot tub?”

Jungkook hums and unzips his bag. He pulls out a pair of black swimming trunks and is about to leave the bedroom. Before leaving the room, he stops in front of you to grab your face in one hand and connects his lips with yours in a soft, rather quick kiss. 

“Meet me out there in five,” he tells you, voice low and breathy. He gives you another kiss before he disappears into the bathroom across the hallway.

A small, excited squeal leaves your lips as you scurry over to your bag, looking through it to find the bikini Mina hopefully packed for you. Once you find it, your face twists into a scowl. You hold up the white two-piece set, staring at it. You should’ve known she would pack the skimpiest one you have. You haven’t worn this bikini for years due to the very little fabric of it. It’s not the most appropriate bikini to wear when going to the beach where there are families and elder people. It’s great, however, for a girl’s trip to an island where most tourists are adults without children.

Hell, Mina was the one who convinced you to buy this exact bikini and she knows you never use it for the exact reason stated above.

A realization hits you suddenly, causing you to rummage through your bag once more. You let out a soft whine of frustration as you realize that your best friend has packed not just one but three sets of sexy lingerie that you still have yet to use since they’re all rather new in your wardrobe. You pull a black set out of your bag, fingers brushing over the lace details of it as you look at it for a solid minute. The more you look at it and picture yourself in it, the more you realize that packing these sets probably wasn't the worst thing she could’ve done. With a small smirk, you stuff the black lingerie back into your bag for later before grabbing the bikini and slipping into the ensuite bathroom.

Five minutes later you’re stepping onto the patio, wearing a robe due to the cold weather. The sky is quickly turning darker, the patio is lit up by lamps and Jungkook even managed to light up some floor lanterns while you were changing. Awe is evident on your face as you step closer to the hot tub, smiling at your boyfriend as he sits inside of it, bubbling water surrounding him.

“Looks nice,” you tell him, the hints of a smirk on your lips. “Got room for one more?”

He grins at you, motioning for you to get in. He watches you undo the robe, noticing the way your skin becomes covered by goosebumps as a breeze of cold fall wind hits your body. You shudder, completely oblivious to the way Jungkook’s eyes roam your body from head to toe and back up again – he hasn’t seen you in this bikini before. It barely covers you up but he can’t bring himself to care, too focused on the way your nipples harden underneath the white fabric. 

“Why does it have to be so c-cold?” You mutter as you take the hand he’s offering you as you begin to enter the hot tub.

Once inside the hot tub, you seat yourself in the warm water, a blissful sigh leaving you as heat engulfs your entire body. Jungkook tugs you closer, hating how much distance there is between you. You smile when you feel him tug at your hand, willingly scooting closer to him but it’s not enough. He wants you closer.

“Kook,” you softly mutter when he brings you onto his lap, a leg on either side of him, your face just a few inches away from his. He hums, eyes shifting between your eyes and your lips as his hands slide from your thighs and around to your ass. “There’s lots of room in here, you know?”

He nods, “yeah, what about it?”

You can’t help but laugh softly, the sound causing Jungkook’s heart to skip a beat in his chest. He smiles, watching you as he moves his hands up the expanse of your back, fingertips reaching the tied strings of your bikini top. You eye him with a warning look as he starts playing with the strings. You raise one eyebrow when he pulls one of them, undoing the knot.

“Oops,” he smirks softly, his breath brushing your lips.

“I don’t think your friend will appreciate having naked people in his hot tub,” you whisper.

Jungkook can feel you leaning in closer as if there’s a magnet pulling you in. Your hands are sliding up the expanse of his chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake as your lips softly brush his. The fabric of his swimming trunks are starting to get tighter the more the want for one another grows. He’s convinced you can feel how hard he is despite the fact that you show no signs of it.

“What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

Jungkook’s mouth clashes against yours, a gasping moan leaving you as he pulls you closer, chest against chest. His tongue slips past your lips, wet and warm against yours, hungry and desperate. Your nails dig into the skin of his chest as you grind down on him, his bulge growing harder by the second. 

His fingertips undo the other knot of strings in your neck, allowing your bikini top to fall. Jungkook grabs the white fabric and throws it onto the patio floor, lips never once leaving yours as his hand returns to your chest, cupping a breast and squeezing it. He earns a whiny moan from you, a sound he knows as pleading.

“Always so responsive,” he rasps as he pulls away, lips trailing kisses onto your jawline and neck. You tilt your head, allowing him more space to shower you in kisses. You bite into your bottom lip as you feel his fingers pinch your nipple, his other hand gripping your thigh tightly. 

“Kook…” You whimper, mouth searching for his.

“So beautiful and needy just for me,” he whispers before connecting his lips to yours again.

“Please-” You plead between kisses, hips grinding down, core pushing against his hardened cock. “Want you…”

Jungkook swears under his breath, hands falling to grip your hips tightly under the water. He helps you grind against him, the water forcing you to move slowly rather than quickly. Your arms slide around his neck, a surprised gasp tumbling from your mouth and into Jungkook’s as he pulls your bikini bottoms to the side, fingers finding your heat. He strokes your slit, thumb moving in circles on your clit. You whimper against his lips when he sinks a finger inside, curling it deliciously against your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you swear under your breath, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Jungkook leaves kisses against your shoulder and neck as he adds another finger, pumping them in and out of your warmth. “Feels good, Kook… don’t stop-”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he smiles against the skin of your shoulder, “you’ll be begging me to stop by the end of this weekend.”

“Oh, god,” you whine, his words causing your walls to tighten around his fingers. 

Jungkook smirks to himself as he picks up the pace of his hand, working you closer to your first orgasm of this getaway. His smirk falters when you start grinding down on his hand, desperate and needy for his fingers, eager to finish. His jaw falls open as he watches you as you sit back, hands tightly gripping onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. The sight alone has Jungkook’s cock twitching in his trunks, the fabric tighter than ever before. As much as he wants to see you lose yourself on his fingers, he can’t hold it any longer. He needs to be inside of you, buried deeply between your warm walls.

“Fuck, baby, hold on-” his voice is raspy as he removes his fingers from you, the empty feeling causing you to whine in frustration. You watch him with hooded eyes, lips parted as heavy ragged breaths escape. His arm slides around your waist to lift you up just a bit, allowing him space to push his trunks down. His cock stands tall and hard with a red, angry tip under the water, twitching as it waits to be engulfed by your pussy.

When Jungkook looks up at you, his breath hitches in his throat – the sight of your hair in a messy bun, swollen lips, and hooded eyes – all of it mixed together and creating the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. His face softens for a short moment, his feelings worn on the outside of his body as he stares at you. He can’t help himself as he reaches up with his free hand, grabbing you by the nape of your neck to pull you in for a kiss; a deep, heart-achingly needy kiss.

“Ride me,” the words are breathy against your lips as he leaves another kiss on them, his arm tightening around your waist. You moan against his mouth, hands cupping his face in case he even thinks about pulling away. “Please, ____” he pleads.

One of your hands disappears under the water, a hiss leaving Jungkook's lips as he feels it wrap around his length, pumping him up and down before you lift yourself up, guiding his tip closer to your entrance. He’s panting beneath you, chest rising and falling in anticipation as he waits to be engulfed by your warmth.

“Fuck–” you both swear and moan in unison as you sink down on him, walls swallowing and sucking him in deeply. Your hands are tightly gripping onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Oh my god,” you whimper as you feel his cock fill you to the brim. Jungkook’s breath brushes your forehead, his lips leaving kisses as you let your head rest against them, eyes closing for a moment as you stay still in his lap, trying to get used to his length.

It’s different in water but in the best way possible.

“You gotta move, baby,” he breathlessly tells you, his hands sliding up your thighs to your hips. You nod, lifting your head to peck his lips softly. He smiles at you, eyes meeting yours as you look at him. “If you don’t, I’ll come within the next minute.”

“I know,” you squeak, sliding your arms around his neck to get closer to him. “Just needed a second.”

Jungkook groans quietly under his breath as you start moving, hips grinding down on him in slow rhythm. He guides your hips, helping you pick up speed, the pace growing faster, more eager.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it–“

You’re letting whimpering moans fall from your parted lips as you work your hips on his cock, grinding and riding him until you’re spent, breathing heavily trying to catch your breath in between moans and whines of Jungkook’s name. The sounds you make are like sweet music to his ears, like angels from above and yet so sinful it would earn both of you a spot in hell.

“I’m c-close,” you cry as one of Jungkook’s hands come up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. You whimper against his lips, speaking between kisses. “Wanna come, Kook.. please make me come.”

The way you plead him to help you reach your high has Jungkook swearing underneath his breath, his other hand letting go of your hip to reach for your clit, thumb pressing down on the bundle of nerves causing you to gasp against his mouth. 

“Oh god- Jungkook!”

His name leaves you in a high pitched moan as your orgasm washes over you in an instant, body tensing in his lap as it rushes through you, reaching your toes and fingertips. Jungkook groans as he feels your walls tighten around him, the sensation enough to make Jungkook orgasm too.

“Fuck, _____–“

With a low guttural moan of your name, his thighs tense underneath you, hands back to gripping onto your hips tightly as his orgasm overtakes his body, his cock spurting out hot white cum inside of you, painting your walls with it. 

Jungkook’s head lulls back to rest on the headrest of the hot tub, his chest heaving in heavy breaths, air leaving his mouth and turning into frosty fog in the cold winter air. Your forehead lands on his collarbone as your breathing slowly returns to normal.

“I can see the stars from here,” Jungkook quietly says after a beat of silence. You lift your head to look at him, watching as a smile spreads across his face. It’s contagious as it causes a smile to spread on your face too as you watch his big brown eyes looking up at the evening sky above. You lean in and softly kiss his jaw, causing him to focus his gaze back on you. “Or did I just have the best orgasm of my life and began seeing stars after?”

You can’t help but let out a laugh. 

Jungkook grins widely as you look up, trying to decipher whether it’s all in his head or if he can actually see the stars. You spot the stars, bright and beautiful on the dark, almost black sky. 

The sight is beautiful and rare to you – when you live in the city, you never see the stars unless you go to a rooftop of some skyscraper.

“You’re looking at the actual real stars,” you tell him with a fond smile as you return your gaze to him. He smiles warmly at you, his eyes glinting with his own personal stars as he looks at you, stares at you.

“I’m looking at the brightest star right now,” he then says.

You can’t help but roll your eyes as you feel your cheeks heat up, “what a flirt.”

“Only for you, baby.”

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[jkriots]

a little smth for subscribers 👀

#introducing jeon mina #hi him and his daughter are so cute #GIRL DAD JK SUPREMACY #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #dilf jungkook

[2hightocare]

TUTUS AND TIARAS!

Synopsis— What Iseul says Jungkook does, besides tutus and tiaras are not that bad…

“Did Iseul lose a tooth? Why is Kook dressed as the tooth fairy?”

pairings: dilf!jungkook x fem!oc

genre: found family! married au!

warnings: just super cute fluff, Jungkook literally doing anything Iseul tells him to do, cuss words, mentions of sex.

a/n: I missed writing their lil family :( welcome Jia to the family!! I love them so much… I hope you guys do too🥹

“Let’s be honest, I look sexy as fuck.” Your husband runs his hand over his body; a snort escapes past your lips, which gets glared at in return from Jungkook who’s in a pink tutu and pink tiara he stole from Iseul.

“Not only is he full of himself, but he’s delusional as fuck as well… great.” Ari shakes her head, as you take a picture secretly beside her with Iseul and Ye Joon clapping their hands happily on your lap.

Jungkook’s Calvin Klein boxers are visible to everyone in the room; the only thing barely covering him is the very small pink tutu that his daughter put on him, and she didn’t have to ask twice; everyone knew anything Iseul wanted she got. The small charm necklace lays tightly on his neck like a choker, shirtless, his tattoos in full display, the tiny tiara sits prettily on his messy hair.

“I can a hundred percent see your balls.” Hoseok sighs, as he rubs a hand through his hair. Giving his girlfriend a small tight-lip smile, which might translate as an apology for dragging her into this little family dynamic.

Jia still remembers meeting all of you on Christmas Eve dinner; to say she felt immediately welcomed was somewhat calming to her. She usually took super long to trust someone and open up, but meeting all of you sent her a sense of comfort whenever she was in everyone’s presence.

“Okay, I feel like I need to warn you before opening the door…” Hoseok softly chuckles, which causes steam to come out of his mouth from how cold it was.

Jia raises an eyebrow, “are they that bad?” She asks.

“Nothing to be scared of; they just love really hard…” He smiles at his girlfriend, who only nods in return, slightly feeling nervous since she knew that whoever was behind that door meant so much to the boy she had fallen in love with. “And besides, they are a little crazy too…” he shrugs before clicking on the doorbell to your and Jungkook’s house.

Hoseok moves the container full of chocolate chip cookies cut into cute Christmas decorations to his other hand, then takes Jia’s hand right after squeezing softly.

The door opens as you stand happily behind it; eyes lighting up when you see the couple in the entrance. “Hi! Happy Christmas Eve!” You quickly hug Hoseok, which he returns, wrapping his arms around your frame giving your back a small pat before separating.

“And you must be Jia, you’re prettier in person.” You open your arms before throwing yourself into a hug without thinking. Without a second thought, Jia hugs back.

“Come in; everyone is already here, we’re just waiting for Seokjin and Lora.” You part away from Jia, who’s smiling back at you before following behind you inside.

“Y/n said you had to share!” A boy throws himself onto the raven boy who’s hovering over the last cookie pack; he has been hiding from everyone. “Okay and? This is the last pack!” He shouts back as they both tackle on the couch, the cookie pack flying onto the floor.

“I’ve got a hundred on Kookie; who’s in?” The blonde girl says as she chews on the cookies from the packet that they’re fighting for.

“Done betting on Jungkook after No Nut November, thousand-dollar mistake. Motherfucker couldn’t last twenty-four hours.” Another guy comes in from the back and sighs loudly as the blonde girl nods before passing the pretty girl beside her a cookie.

Jia couldn’t explain how her body and mind instantly relaxed after witnessing the whole situation unfolding in front of her; she saw how you quickly intervened, separating the two boys before giving the raven boy with a tattoo sleeve a swat before snatching the cookie pack from the two girls’ reach and walking back to her.

She watched as the blonde girl passed a hundred bucks to a boy on her right. Before turning their attention to her.

“Hi, I’m Eunbi!” The blonde girl smiled warmly, “Happy Christmas Eve! I’m Ari.” The other girl beside her says, standing up and coming Jia’s way for a hug. “We’re huggers here!” Ari giggles.

“Taehyung,” He goes in for a hug as well, “I’m Jimin!” The boy who was just hovering over Jungkook smiles softly at Jia, going in for a hug as well.

“Jeon Jungkook, extrovert, DILF extraordinaire.” He says standing next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “This motherfu…” You groan alongside everyone. “Here he goes again,” “He’s not allowed to introduce himself anymore.” “Can we throw him away?” All of them mutter under their breaths.

“Please ignore him; I’m y/n and I’m stuck with him for the rest of my life.” You roll your eyes as you motion to the guy beside you.

“You sure as hell are.” He puffs,

“Stop looking at my balls!” Jungkook covers his lower part with his hand before shouting, “Tae come out now!”

That’s when everyone gasps loudly, his wife’s jaw dropping to the floor sending Jimin into a fit of laughter. “And I thought Jungkook’s outfit was bad; I can’t! Someone record this shit right now.” Jimin laughs, throwing his head back as he clutches his stomach.

“Sending this to the family group chat ASAP; I need to see what Lora got to say about this.” You laugh as you take a picture of your husband and Taehyung side by side, Jungkook smiling with two thumbs up while Taehyung holds his balls tightly.

Taehyung stands beside your husband in a pair of pink leotards and sheer stockings a little too small for his large figure and has his two hands in front of his private parts. “It’s up my ass I’m afraid…” Taehyung states which sends the group into a large fit of laughter, the kids who suggested the fashion show are currently giggling and clapping their hands non-stop for their daddies.

“Take it off! I can’t breathe..” Ari clutches her stomach as she presses her legs together, as she’s about to pee herself. A loud ding is heard from everyone’s phones, “Lora said, ‘I didn’t know Tae took ballet classes?’ ‘Did Iseul lose a tooth? Why is Kook dressed as the tooth fairy?” You read out loud laughing between words.

“Oh, she’s so real,” Jia says between laughs as she watches Taehyung waddle away with Jungkook running behind him.

“I can’t believe I’m tied to this family for the rest of my life.” Eunbi fake wipes her tears as she sniffles, before snatching Jimin’s last cookie.

“Dada!!” Iseul says loudly when Jungkook comes back running down the stairs with a new cookie packet, “hi my baby” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he picks Iseul up from your lap and showering her cheeks with wet kisses. Iseul giggles in his arms trying to push him away.

“The day when Iseul grows up and doesn’t want Jungkook’s kisses—“ Yoongi tries saying, “I’m not listening, I’m not listening.” Jungkook starts screaming, sending Ye Joon and Iseul into a giggling mess as they both put their hands over their ears, copying him.

You watch with a big smile on your face. You truly had no idea how you ended up sitting on this couch surrounded by the people that you loved more than anything else in the world. You watch your husband with your daughter in his arms as he passes Iseul half of a cookie before going back to arguing with Yoongi about how Iseul will one day grow up, and she’ll be her own person that one day won’t ever listen to her dad ever again.

“In fact, Iseul might grow up before you do,” Taehyung says, patting Jungkook’s back as he walks beside him. The tights and leotard long discarded and replaced with jeans and a shirt before dropping in the middle of you and his wife on the couch, putting his arm around Ari.

“I’m done with all of you! Everyone out!” Jungkook pouts, pointing to the door. “You for real ain’t kicking us out?” Hoseok questions, laughing only to be met with a serious look on Jungkook’s face.

“Out. I’m trying to fuck my wife.” Jungkook says casually, not before covering Iseul’s ears.

And without a second thought, everyone stood up, collected their things, and made their way to the door. “Oh, we’re actually leaving?” Jia asks, confused about why everyone is suddenly in a rush to leave.

“You weren’t here at the time, but Halloween night… let’s just say party, bathroom, Y/N, and Jungkook.” Eunbi shivers from the memory.

And with that, everyone leaves, leaving you on the couch chuckling, and Jungkook locking the door behind them with Iseul in his arms. “Did you just say that so they could leave?” You stand up, making your way to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he puts Iseul down, and she waddles away with Bam, your guy’s Doberman puppy.

“No, I’m actually trying to fuck,” Jungkook shrugs, leaving a wet kiss on your neck. “Iseul?” You ask, trying to push him away.

“Princess! Nap time!” He untangles himself from you before rushing to get Iseul.

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[kooeater]

"choking victim" teaser ? (idea plotting and what not)

I wanna write a crazy ass nasty pure smut and insanity ass fic that would make at least 500 ppl block me. I want it to be so nasty and sick but so so lovingly for the mentally ill cutie coquette girls with daddy issues. I need it to be NASTY but so addictive. I'm plotting something real insane!

UPDATE: my ass really said "crazy ass nasty pure smut" well I think I wrote more plot than I intended to, but it is what it is, smut is of course still going to be there but help I turned this into a whole ass story.

Lots of choking hitting spitting and scratching will be involved trust. University student and older divorced dilf Professor!jk will be the au and my god it's going to be nasty, I'm so excited!! Jungkooks daughter will be one of oc's classmates as well please it's going to be insane I can't with the thoughts I have but I must deliver to my loyal mentally ill coquette daddy issue dilf lover readers xoxoxo