Stay With Me | Forgotten Memories

roulette.

noun : a gambling game of chance.

he loves me, click, he loves me not, bang.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: a sprinkle of fluff if you squint, angst type: assassin / mafia au word count: 1,221 words warnings: implied death author’s note: writer’s block really sucks, so here’s another choppy fic for the time being. thank you to @spoopyscapes for voluntarily sacrificing her man for this lmao

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

The .357 magnum revolver lays on the table between you and Jungkook. It looks deceptively innocent as one bullet is hidden amongst the six chambers of the revolving cylinder. The warehouse with your rivaling members standing around the edges to watch this spectacle for their amusement and your punishment only adds onto the ominous atmosphere, air stilled for what’s about to come. Sitting on one side of the table, your eyes graze over the metal weapon before flitting over to meet the man’s in front of you, who is also mimicking your stance but in a much more rigid form. Your leader–Irene–stands behind him as his boss–Namjoon–holds his position behind you.

“Did you ever think it’d end this way?” he laughs humorlessly, his stare boring into you with such a burning feeling that you almost look away, but you force yourself not to.

“No.” Your eyes finally move away from his, and you stare at your hands, a simple, familiar circle of metal looped around your finger gleaming back at you. You quietly wrap your other hand around it inconspicuously, hiding it from the view of everyone else.

“So I guess you’re not really a computer analyst, and those late hours weren’t from crunching numbers, were they?”

“And you’re not really an IT guy, and your late hours weren’t from fixing computer viruses, were they?”

Keep reading

Empty Space (01) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: undercover Police Officer Jungkook; angst, smut

Warnings: Blood and injury, minor character death, mentions of drug dealing, mentions of a raid, mentions of break-ins, stalking (nothing too intense), foul language, explicity sexual content (oral, unprotected penetrative sex [please be safe!]), sex dreams, sort of ex-fwbs, police officer kink (18+)

Word count: 8.3k (twc: 19.7k)

Summary: It started as friendship, turned to a casual fuck, then ended in heartbreak. Turns out, he wasn’t who he said he was, and years later he enters your life again, forcing you to face all the emotions you’d been trying to bury. 

OR Officer Jeon looks really hot in his uniform and you wish you didn’t hate him as much as you do.

A/N: I wanted to write a cop au bc I’ve been thirsting for police officer jk but my brain had to make it angst, too. So please enjoy (although my coochie may have written some parts of this fic).

Part 01, Part 02 (completed)

##

Rough hands pull you down as your soft ones grip his shoulders, half crescent moons etching their marks, and you know that adds to his pleasure. So do your moans, and your pleas for him to go harder, faster, which he does. His hips meet yours - upward in contrast to your push down south. It’s how he likes to finish - looking up at your fucked out face, beads of sweat decorating the wrinkles on your forehead as you chase your high, mouth parted, repeating his name like a mantra. 

“You’re so beautiful like this, fuck,” he moans, voice so hoarse and he looks as fucked out as you. This is how you like to finish, too - admiring the half-lidded eyes of the man writhing below you, bunny teeth biting his bottom lip and even in the dark, in this angle, you can make out the tiny mole that sits underneath. God, he looks so perfect. 

You end the night like this - limbs intertwined, chests heaving, soft laughter escaping you; he’s a charmer that way. Backs laying flat on the bed now, he turns to look at you with such longing in his eyes, a different kind this time, and you take it for something else - hope. 

“Be with me,” you say. 

Silence.

You see the fearful look in his eyes - or is that regret? Guilt? And then…

Keep reading

our beloved summer | jjk (01)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader

genre/warnings: exes au, college au (in flashbacks), fluff, angst, eventual smut, kissing, swearing

rating: PG-13

word count: 8.4k

note: OKAY SHE IS FINALLY HERE. i am so nervous about this oh god i will hide in my bedroom and never come out again. anyway umm obviously all the technical stuff about music producing and album making comes from google so! blame google if i get things wrong about music making lol

playlist | series masterpost

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

The movies lied—college really isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. Who even has the time to constantly go drinking and clubbing, deliver assignments on time, maintain a social life, all the while be expected to have a blooming love life? Definitely not you, and not when there’s a pain in your ass by the name of Jeon Jungkook.

The douchebag in your music theory class who’s always trying to one up you.

To be fair, he’s not a bad person (probably), but he’s just so goddamn annoying. 

Keep reading

Wishing for you; 01 | jjk

➝ Pairing: jungkook x f.reader

➝ Genre: smut, fluff, angst, established relationship, slice of life, domestic

➝ Word count: 12k

➝ Warnings: strong language, sexual content, mentions of infertility, pregnancy talk, penetrative sex, fingering, mild dirty talk

➝ Summary: you and your husband decide to finally start trying for a baby. It should be easy enough, you thought. But it turns out getting pregnant is a lot harder than you expected.

A/N: I just wanted to write something fluffy and it turned into this…which will consist of two parts. also this is my first time writing smut so please be kind asfhkk. I didn’t have time to edit this so pls ignore any little mistakes, I’ll edit it as soon as I can. anyway, let me know what you think :)

| 01 | 02 |

“Think it worked?” he asks, still a little breathless.

“I don’t know,” you smile, meeting his gaze, “maybe.”

He pulls you closer into his side, embracing you in a warm hug. “I think so. How hard can it be?”

How hard can it be?

You simply close your eyes as you rest your head comfortably on his bare chest, drifting off into sleep. Silently praying for what your heart longs for the most.

Keep reading

↳ thread of bts opening their mouth

Something Wicked This Way Comes

An unexpected visitor arrives on Halloween Night. 

And the Truth shall be revealed. 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 6,829

Genre: established relationship, supernatural elements of horror, angst, smut, a liiiittle bit of fluff

Warnings: jungkook is wearing a lot of leather, mentions of death, mentions of depression, verbal insults (not between reader and jk), a little bit of spookiness, clit rubbing, penetrative sex, slight cum play, mild/moderate levels of angst. 

A/N: hiiiiiiii I am back? Sort of? I am in the DEPTHS of my first semester of grad school but I had to release this because it’s for a very special lady aka my best friend @bulletproofbirdy​!!! Today is her birthday and she deserves way more than this riot of a fic but it has Jungkook in tight leather pants and a whole lot of positive emotional development (both of which she is a big fan of). Rachel, my dear, I hope you enjoy this. This is entirely dedicated to you. Love you lots. 

Keep reading

granite glow | jk

↳ words 7k

↳ genre slice of life, videographer jungkook au, marriage au, angst, fluff

How far are you willing to go, for the ones you love?

How far is ‘too far’? 

Constraints.

“Come on, sweetie!” he hopes around, jogging in place, pestering you while you shut your eyes in an attempt to divert your focal point and find an inner peace that Jungkook chases away. “Shush, I’m trying to meditate,” you darted, sitting cross-legged on the wooden bench since you both came. “Do you know that toxins are expelled faster through sweats than through excretion?” he began and you gave him death glares. 

Keep reading

It's really so cute 🥰🥰. It’s short, sweet, heartwarming. Ahh loved it. And I love nerdy Jungkook who watches Harry Potter 😍

how to get away with kidnapping

Pairings: brother's best friend!jk x little sister!reader (ft. Vmin)

Genre: fluff, coming of age

Warnings: mentions of drugs, lil bit of grinding, they make out and Jungkook likes it a lot

Summary: you're tired of Jungkook seeing you as his best friend's little sister

Wc: 3.5K

a/n: repost alert! I hope this fic gets lots of love bc it has a special place in my heart.

The best thing about having a best friend is seeing them find love and happiness, even if it leaves you alone for the weekend with nothing to do and no one to play Overwatch with.

In all honesty, Jungkook doesn't mind suffering for a few weekends so that Tae can spend time with his new boy toy. Jimin seems like a legit sweetheart and, if he's making Tae happy, then Jungkook is happy.

The clock strikes midnight and Jungkook decides it's a good time to pause his Harry Potter marathon to make his third single serving of popcorn. Thinking back, if he had actually eaten dinner, maybe he wouldn't be pigging out like this.

Fuck it, of course he would be.

Just as he presses play, his phone starts ringing, a least expected name appearing on his screen with a tempting green answer button floating underneath it.

He answers, unsure of why exactly you of all people would be calling him. The last time he got a call from you was several months ago when you requested his help in pranking your brother for his birthday. Since then it's been silently passing each other in the living room, the occasional meme spam over text, and avoiding sitting next to each other when he comes over for dinner because it makes your mother swoon and it's admittedly awkward. Not that he wouldn't be down for a closer relationship with you, but reality is you've never hinted at wanting anything more and he might be murdered by your ridiculously protective older brother, so Jungkook doesn't try.

"Hey, ___, what's up?"

You're practically frantic, although it appears you're trying failing to stay calm. "Have you heard from my brother? He's not answering his phone."

"Tae ditched for his date tonight. I can take a message if you want but I probably won't hear from him until tomorrow, same as you," Jungkook tells you, curious about why you're looking for your brother on a weekend--something you rarely do since starting university--but he's more so worried about you and your increasing levels of anxiety.

"I'm at a party..." you pause as if expecting him to fill in the extensive blanks you've left.

"Are you hurt?"

"I feel...sick."

He blinks, setting his popcorn aside and standing so he can pace the carpet. "Sick? Okay, like in your head or your stomach?"

You're silent for a minute, the only sound being a growing bass in the background affirming your earlier statement of being a party. The song choice is...not to Jungkook's taste but that's beside the point.

"Both?"

Your answer is a question which doesn't provide a whole lot of confidence, but Jungkook continues on nonetheless.

"Is there alcohol at that party? How much have you had to drink?"

"Just a little bit..." you admit quietly, voice small and seemingly innocent. You're cute.

"Did anyone give those drinks to you?" he asks.

"Maybe."

"Who?"

There's a shifting on the other end, as if you're moving to another quieter location. "Just some guy. Why?"

"Don't you know you're not supposed to take drinks from strangers? Shit, just find a safe place to lay low and I'll come pick you up." He's already slipping on his shoes and grabbing the keys to his truck. "Where are you again?"

"57-2 Ok-dong, Nam-gu, Ulsan."

"Be there in twenty." He hangs up and starts driving, lowkey planning out how hard he's going to scold you when he gets there. Underage, inexperienced, innocent angel taking drinks from total strangers at a college party? He thought you knew better than that. Maybe you are still just a naive little girl.

But when he pulls up to the house and sees you running across the yard, arms crossed at your waist, cardigan pulled tight around your body with your head down and your hair blocking your eyes, all that frustration is out the window and replaced with a deafening desire to hug you and make sure you're okay.

He leans across the passenger seat and opens the door for you. "Get in." And you do, gladly.

His truck is tall thanks to the massive tires he recently purchased, so tall you have to take an extra step climbing in. But it's kinda nice that way. You feel powerful riding next to him like this, the front seat expanding like a bench across the middle console so there's plenty of room to scoot from side to side. It feels like you can bulldoze anything, do whatever you wanna do with no consequence. That extra spark of confidence comes from Jungkook's position behind the wheel. You know if you're in his capable hands, nothing bad can happen to you.

"You okay?" he asks first while quickly turning the corner.

You nod, sitting up a little straighter once the house is out of view. "Yeah, sorry for making you drive all the way down here."

"It's all good. I'm glad you called me."

And he is. Genuinely glad because who knows what could have happened had you waited for Taehyung to call you back or god forbid ask some sleazy senior to take you home. Being a senior himself not that long ago, he knows they're not all douchebags, but the ones that attend freshman parties are, not to mention they were probably the ones giving you drinks.

Jungkook glances at you a few times before speaking again. "So, how do you feel?"

"Hungry."

"I thought you were sick?"

"I'm not sick."

"But you said--"

"You thought I was actually sick?" you giggle, scooting to the middle console to reach the air control and blast some refreshing AC on your cheeks. "Ah, that's better."

Jungkook knocks your shoulder.

With a sigh, you sit back and explain. "I just needed an excuse to leave. Too many sketchy guys and girls and all the drinks they offered me were obviously spiked. To be honest, I've only been to two other parties but this one freaked me out. I told my friend I needed to leave but they were too drunk to drive me back." You shrug. "So much for designated driver, huh?"

Jungkook can barely believe it. You were faking? He legitimately thought you were under the influence big time. Over the phone you sounded so weak and helpless but here you are recognizing a dangerous situation and getting yourself out of it like a boss. Of course, you used him to do it but he's not that upset.

"You haven't changed at all," he chuckles, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Now that the adrenaline is starting to leave his system, he's realizing how dark and warm it is in his truck. You're making it warmer sitting this close to him too. Tucking your legs underneath yourself, you lean against his shoulder and let out a big, contagious yawn.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's not a bad thing," he assures you. "Remember when we were younger and you used to ask me to go with you places you were too scared to go by yourself? I didn't know why you were scared of the toy aisle but, I mean, I went anyway."

"Hey, those baby dolls could be real creepy, okay?"

"Most little girls liked them, you know."

"Yeah and they all grew up to be serial killers probably," you laugh along with him, reminiscent of when the two of you were only kids, playing hide and seek and chase--although you distinctly remember being the one doing all the chasing.

Jungkook shrugs, bouncing your head and it makes you feel like a kid again. "To be honest, I was kinda surprised when you told me you were at a party."

"Why?" you ask, lifting your head to eye his handsome profile glowing within the dark with each passing street light. "What's so shocking about me going to a party?"

"You were always the responsible little sister type. Remember how you used to call me 'brother kookie' all the time? You would look at me with those massive, pitiful eyes and ask me to play house, but like, all we did was pretend to cook and clean your Barbie mansion."

He could be imagining it, but did you just move away from him?

"Yeah, but that was a long time ago. I haven't called you that since I was six." You tuck your hair behind your ear and the motion catches Jungkook's eye so he has to look over at you for at least a split second. He doesn't get a good look because of the disappointing midnight darkness and you've lowered your head and turned away.

The air is thicker now despite the AC cooling the inside of the truck to a comfortable temperature. Your hair is being slightly blown and goosebumps race up your arms. Jungkook used to pride himself on being able to read your mind. He always knew where you'd hide during recess and what Disney movie was your favorite and what you wanted to eat before you even asked. But recently, he's faltered. You're not the same little girl you used to be. You grew up and things weren't supposed to get complicated, but he can't help but imagine how things might be if you knew how he looks at you now.

He clears his throat. "Either way, I'd hate for you to get into trouble because of some stupid seniors. You can always call me. What else are friends for--"

"Shut up."

The car halts at a red light, illuminating the inside of the truck in the harsh color. He can't tell if the cherry shade on your cheeks is from you or the traffic light. Your brows furrow to an unattractive point, pouty lips pairing with them to perfectly portray how sour your attitude has suddenly turned.

"Okay," he whispers, eyeing the space between you and him. "I'll shut up now."

And he does...until the light turns green. You didn't really want him to shut up completely. Just to shut up about that specific relationship dynamic. Dropping your shoulders, your head lands on his shoulder again.

"Did you wanna stop and get food somewhere? You said you're hungry. What do you want?"

"McDonald's," you answer without a care in the world, your lips turning up when his melodic laugh fills the vehicle and all of a sudden you're not so sour anymore. "What?"

"Nothing, just," he covers his mouth in an attempt to calm down but something must be seriously amusing to him, "fees like I should've known that's what you were gonna ask for."

You blush. Thank god for unevenly spaced streets lights to give you an extended period of darkness to hide in.

"Alright," Jungkook agrees, tapping the steering wheel to the beat of a familiar song, "McDonald's is it. Oh, I need to stop for gas first. Let's just stop right up here."

He pulls into the nearest gas station and parks beside the pump with practiced precision. It seems the large wheels on his truck don't have any effect on the accuracy of his driving. That's hot somehow.

"This won't take long," he promises while unbuckling.

"Jungkook?"

"Yeah?" He looks over his shoulder, near inches from popping the handle on his door.

You've gripped your hands into fists in your lap, bottom lip trapped between your teeth while you muster the courage to say what you want to say.

"I don't want to be your little sister anymore."

As soon as the words leave your lips, Jungkook swallows. There are several ways he can translate this, but which one is the right way? Subtle light from the gas station canopy meant to help drivers see in the dark shines upon your features, the soft, somewhat poor lighting only making your delicate face look that much more mature...and nervous.

"To be honest, I haven't felt like your little sister in a long time."

Scooting closer until your shoulders press rough against each other, the mere proximity makes Jungkook's head spin. Not like you haven't been this close to him before, but if he thinks about it, you kind of haven't. Not like this anyway. Not wearing what you're wearing and looking at his lips the way you're looking right now.

"You don't want to be my little sister anymore?" he repeats, buying time to process. "O-Okay. I guess that's a good thing."

Your head drops into a cute tilt. "It is?"

"I mean, we aren't related, you know?"

"Right."

"To be honest, I haven't looked at you like that in a long time. Like a little sister, I mean. But I'm not sure what I can do about it."

Your body angles itself towards him, breasts pressing against his side and hand sliding across his thigh. Your movements are slow but eager. It's clear to him what you're initiating here, just like it's clear to anyone who might peek through his windshield. It doesn't matter, Jungkook isn't about to stop you. Your hand on the inside of his leg sends goosebumps across his skin and makes his whole body shiver.

"You're my best friend's little sister, I mean, he would kill me if he found out that I liked you," he tries to remind himself of who you are but obviously it's not doing much because in the next moment he's got his hands gripping your waist and pulling you into his lap. "I thought you wouldn't be interested in your brother's nerdy friend."

"You thought wrong," you giggle, tracing your fingers up the sides of his neck and into his hair.

"I guess you haven't met all your brother's other nerdy friends." The deep chuckle in his throat is hot but not nearly as hot as the bulge in his pants pressing between your legs. When you test with a roll of your hips, his cheeks turn an adorable pink. "So, where do we go from here?"

"How about we start with this?"

The kiss is desperate, passionate, and you both realize long overdue. Jungkook can't believe the pressure he feels release from his chest when your mouth finally, finally overtakes his. He has to tilt his head back until it hits the headrest to accommodate for the height of you straddling his lap in his truck.

Holy fuck you're straddling his lap in his truck.

Your waist beneath his palms is so perfect and when he pinches it, you squirm a little and grip his hair to hang on. Everything about you is so soft except for the way you kiss him, something he's finding more and more attractive, the thought of such an innocent, sweet girl breaking the rules for him. The good girl being bad for only him.

It's so wrong but shit, it feels so right. He can't imagine anything else giving him the kind of adrenaline rush like you're giving him. With no other way to accurately express his lust for you, Jungkook spreads his thighs and pulls you closer until your clothed core is sitting directly over his hardening cock, warm and already damp.

Your tongues battle for superiority but Jungkook falls weak when hears you moan for the first time (hopefully not the last).

"Fuck, you sound pretty," he whispers to you between kisses, guiding your hand to feel him through his jeans, "touch me--"

Just as the beg request leaves his lips, his entire lap jumps, lifting you with it when his phone vibrates in his pocket, and your head hits the ceiling of his truck.

"Sorry!"

He can't as well not answer it, but with you chillin on his crotch, he really doesn't want to. What is he supposed to say? 'Sorry, I was making out with your younger sister. Hope that's cool.' With one hand still holding your waist, he swipes the green answer button and puts it on speaker.

"It's okay," you sigh, rubbing your head and digging his phone out before hesitantly showing him the screen. "It's my brother..."

"Hey bro, how's the fancy date?"

"Dude!" Taehyung's voice sounds loud and panicked on the other end, causing you both to flinch. "It's ___, she's been kidnapped!"

"Kidnapped?" Jungkook repeats, eyeing you hide a smile behind your hand, quietly smothering a giggle. He shushes you, trying to keep a laugh in himself. "Why do you think she was kidnapped?"

"She called me but I missed it, and when I called her back, she didn't answer. I went to the party she was at and her friend told me she left with some weird man in a truck. I'm freaking out, bro! What if she's hurt? There's no telling what he's planning to do to her or--oh god, what he's already done. Jungkook, we have to call the police!"

"Whoa whoa whoa, wait a second," Jungkook acts quickly once he hears Taehyung's alarmed state getting out of hand, "it was me. Dude, that was me. I picked her up in my truck."

Taehyung gasps, "You kidnapped my sister?!"

Your laugh escapes in beautiful echoes throughout the front seat. Surprisingly, Taehyung doesn't seem to notice, but god damn, Jungkook does and he feels himself falling for the sound of your laugh just as much as he does your smile.

"What? No I--" he sighs, unable to keep his eyes off you. "Yes, I kidnapped her. Alright? She's finally all mine! All those years of waiting and waiting and...she's finally...mine."

His lowkey confession to your kidnapping has your heart leaping within your chest. Bravely, you fall forward and place a kiss on his lips. If it was anyone else on the phone in any other situation, Jungkook would have gladly hung up and thrown his phone away, followed by his shirt and your supposed innocence, but there's a time and a place for all that later hopefully.

"What are you talking about?" Taehyung pants, out of breath from freaking out.

"Well, when you didn't answer, she called me, and I went to go get her. She's perfectly safe. Here, talk to her." He hands you the phone and lets you sit back onto the seat. "Take your time. I'll fill up the tank."

Now standing outside with the driver door shut and the phone off speaker, Jungkook can't make out exactly what you say, even if he was paying attention.

You kissed him. His head is still reeling.

How long have you wanted to do that? How much time have you two wasted silently avoiding each other or trying to convince your mom that you're just friends? Jungkook knows. Too long.

The price continues to rise as his truck fills with gasoline, enough to get you to the dorms and himself back home at least. Unless...you want to come home with him? He slaps himself on the head for even thinking something like that. Even if you did, there's no way Taehyung is letting you out of his sight for the next week and a half after his panic attack tonight.

Maybe it'll be different this time considering Jungkook also likes the idea of getting in your heart. (Talk about Hallmark, that was so cheesy, I'm sorry.)

What is he supposed to do now that you know he likes you? He can't ignore his feelings anymore or pretend they're not real, especially since he's discovered you feel the same way. But that doesn't change who you are. His best friend's little sister.

What a fanfic trope. What a Hallmark moment.

Saying Taehyung would murder him in his sleep isn't too much of an exaggeration in Jungkook’s mind. He can't help but remember that time some guy from your class asked you out for coffee and Tae practically went berserk on the dude's ass. Jungkook is 90% sure you didn't like Yoongi anyway, but the fact remains that Taehyung isn't one to let people near his baby sister easily, especially people who want to get in her pants.

For now, he'll print his receipt and try to mentally prepare himself before climbing back behind the wheel.

"Everything okay?" he asks, starting the truck again while you buckle in.

You hand back his phone, the call ended. "Yeah, he's satisfied for now."

"Cool."

You spy his hands on the wheel and his foot on the gas but he's not driving. He hasn't even put the truck in drive yet, but his eyes are glued to the road like he's going a million kilometers per hour. You're about to ask if he's okay when he suddenly looks at you.

"Could I kidnap you again sometime, maybe next Friday? We could see a movie or something. Get food. Talk about...us?"

"Yeah," you reply softly, scooting closer so you can hold his arm. "I'd really like that."

You always thought his smile resembled something familiar, but it's not until this moment, when he breaks into the biggest, most precious smile you've ever seen that you recognize what it is.

He starts towards McDonald's, listening to you read off what movies are playing next Friday and thinking to himself two thoughts:

One. He's really excited to see where this goes.

Two. Taehyung is gonna kill him.

..

jjk; angel’s trumpet | masterpost

Angel’s Trumpet Scientific Name: Brugmansia Order and Family: Polimonailes and Solanaceae Plant Overview: A higher order of nightshade, the Angel’s Trumpet is a show-stopping pendulous flower that hangs like bells. In myth, they were prized as chimes holding magical properties. In modern use, Angel’s Trumpets have occasionally been used to create recreational drugs, but the risk of overdose is so high that these uses often have deadly consequences.

summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life.

pairing; idol!jk x reader (f), alternatively film producer!jk x reader

genre/warnings; fluff, angst, supernatural, idol!au, non-idol!au, alternate universes, themes of fate, language, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex

w.c; ~45k

| 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | final | bonus |

a/n; coming soooooon! i’ve been dedicating the better half of the month to this so i really hope u enjoy my first kpop mini series!! inspired a lil bit by the k-drama W and the avengers! 

click under the cut for a preview!

Keep reading

pent up stress

pairing : husband!jungkook x wife!reader

genre : smut , fluff

warnings : there is a babyy , oc is a stressed mom , jk relieving all her stress , nicknames used : sweetheart/honey/my love , sexual : clit play , fingering , cum eating , making out , oral sex (f recieving) , lactation kink , p in v , mate press (?)

unedited.

"shh, shh, it's okay, baby."

you gently pat your baby's back, switching from patting it and rubbing it up and down every second.

"my baby, hmm, it's fine. don't cry, don't cry, my love." you rock your baby up and down while spinning around the room, walking back and forth, doing all sorts of things to calm the baby down.

"sweet baby." leaning your head down to press a soothing kiss onto your baby's forehead, then another, another, and another and so on. there's a small smile forming on your face once your baby calms down a little.

"come on, shhh. goodnight, my love..." you carry your baby to his nursery, tip toeing, not wanna risk anything as you slowly bend your body forward to place the sleeping baby on the crib. and just as you do that—

"waaaahhhhhhhh! "

ah. yeah. right.

quickly retrieving back to your old position, your hand immediately flies to lay on top of your baby's back meanwhile your other arm is wrapped around your baby's body.

letting out a sigh mixed with exhaustion, you press your baby's head onto your chest, letting him listen to your heartbeat. please go to sleep. earlier you read an article saying that letting the baby listen to the mother's heartbeat makes them sleep better. please work.

don't get me wrong. your son is the best the best thing that has ever happened to you. he's your everything and you've always wanted to be a mom. but sometimes, it's just so hard. but you're aware that this is not something you can avoid and is prone to happen. and seeing your son's cute bunny smile at the end of the day was worth all the struggles. no matter how exhausting it can get sometimes.

it was around 3am now, after all.

your back was pressed against the headboard as you cuddled your baby into your embrace. half lidded, you watch your turn his face from side to side on your chest, trying to find a comfortable position and a few small squeaks leaving him here and there.

there's a small smile on your face while you rub your baby's back soothingly. meanwhile also trying not to fall asleep on spot.

but just as you were about to go against your own words and fall asleep, the door creeps open, making you jolt back up to look for who it is, only to see your husband's head peaking from behind the door.

he walks in, taking big but silent steps towards you.

jungkook smiles, "how's my babyboy doing?"

"he's a very bad baby tonight." you huff with a small grin, playfully, "but i managed to put him to sleep."

jungkook giggles, leaning forward to press a kiss onto your sleeping baby's cheek. your son squeaks, shifting his face from one side to another while comfortably laying his head on your chest.

"gimme the baby, honey. i'll put him to in the cot. you should get ready for bed." he pats your hair, twirling one of your strands.

"hm, okay." you get up, gently placing the baby in your husband's arms. but then—

the baby suddenly yelps, fists clutching onto your shirt tightly. you're startled, but you handle the situation just fine.

"ah, ah, ah, my baby." you're groaning, you're tired. but it's okay. you look at jungkook, the dark circles around your eyes very clear, but it's okay.

"oh, come on, baby. come to papa, it's okay." jungkook hums a small tone, one that your son for sure likes, as you slowly sneak the baby into his arm.

without even noticing the change of positions, your baby just snuggles into the familiar warmth of your husband's chest.

sigh. you sigh, sitting back on the bed.

"get ready for bed, my love."

you nod, just getting up from the bed and walking back to your shared bedroom.

by the time jungkook manages to fully calm your baby down and place him in his crib and come back, he finds you still on the bed blankly staring at the wall.

he's confused. shouldn't you be in bed already?

"honey, what's this? not sleepy?" there's concern written all over his face.

"are you okay?"

the moment he asks that, he notices your face turning completely sour with a big pout forming on your face. oh no, he knows that face very well.

"hey, hey, what's wrong?" jungkook quickly rushes to sit next to you, his hand now on your back, rubbing up and down and flattening any wrinkles on your shirt.

without any warning, you pull your husband closer by his arm and hugs him tight, face buried deep in his neck.

"i feel so exhausted." a small mumble.

your husband sighs, immediately noticing the problem.

"i know, sweetheart, i know. it's okay. just calm down for now, hm?" he leans his back against the headboard, pulling you closer to his body as you curled up into a small ball and let yourself be comforted by your husband's soothing heartbeat.

"we had this talk before, remember? days like this are prone to happen. and we have to get through it somehow." he whispers into your ear, pressing kissing in between his sentences as well. you hum, lightly nodding your head, agreeing.

"it's for our little baby. you're the best mommy i know and ever will know. just imagine us telling sannie about how much of a hussle he was when he's older." he chuckles, placing kisses on the crown of your head.

you smile into his chest, nodding.

"it's for our sannie." you mumble and jungkook hums, gently massaging your head. jungkook brushes his fingers through your hair, gently, soothingly, almost making you fall asleep. he had his head leaned downwards, forehead pressed against the crown of your head as he planted small pecks all over your forehead and eyelids.

"jungkook." you pull on his shirt, slowly making your way out of his embrace.

he just hums, caressing your cheek so softly.

stop. you love him so much.

you touch his hand on your cheek, leaning forward to connect your lips with him. your husband immediately smiles into the kiss, his fingers holding your face so gently as your lips moved against eachother perfectly.

his tongue licks your lower lip, slowly sneaking its way in your mouth. the tip of your tongues meet eachother, smoothly gliding against eachother as you to make out. like, really hard.

there's soft little noises coming out of the smacks of your lips, both of you eating eachothers faces out. not being able to hold back, you whimper, your fingers gripping onto jungkook's biceps.

you makeout for a few more seconds then breaking out for air.

jungkook couldn't help but let out a small squeaky laugh.

and oh, that laugh. it brought you back to the days where you both were just two highschoolers starting to like eachother. made you feel like a little girl having her first crush.

thinking about that had you forming the biggest cheekiest smile on your lips.

jungkook was a little confused at your change of expressions, but he just smiles it off. you sit up on his lap again, pulling your husband in for another kiss.

so you kiss.

but then, jungkook manages to get you to lay down on your bed on your back and him slowly getting on top of you. almost sneakily.

breaking from your kiss, you groan, letting your head fall onto the bed. jungkook snickers, almost evil, body laying softly on top of yours as he pulls you into another kiss. now, your legs are crushing his thighs, caging him between them while both your hands gripped onto his shoulders.

while you both are eating out eachother's faces, jungkook's hand slithers under your baggy sweatshirt, massaging your soft stomach.

"hm..." he hums, squeezing your tummy fat.

you both open your eyes at the same time, jungkook breaking down to a small giggle again. the tip of your tongues brush past eachother over and over again. fuck, you're getting so hot. you bet your face is as red as a tomato right now.

your husband brings up his other hand to hold you face by your cheek, then his tongue leaves you for a brief moment—and instead, he spits a globe of spit down to your mouth.

"swallow."

gladly, you swallow it down, opening your mouth again with your tongue out to show that you've done as he said.

jungkook huffs, smirking—fuck, he's so breathtakingly attractive.

"my amazing little wife. best woman in the world. best mama." his words flutter your stomach entirely. you swear you could see the butterflies flying out of your stomach.

you just smile in return, and that's more than enough for him.

"are you feeling any better, my love?" jungkook caresses your cheek as if you were the most fragile being on earth, touching you with so much gentleness.

you just hum with a small nod. but your hand touches jungkook's one that was on your cheek, then you put his fingers in your mouth.

jungkook watches you with amusement as you wet his fingers with your saliva. once you felt satisfied enough, you pull his fingers out. lifting up the hem of your sweatshirt using your other hand, you glide jungkook's fingers down your body, leaving a small trail of saliva on your stomach.

once you've reached your pelvis, you lift up little shorts, pushing his hand inside.

"touch me, jungkook." you moan out.

and i swear to god, jungkook swore he's never ever seen his wife hotter than this moment. he felt all the blood rush down to his pants, his dick hardening each second.

"shit—" his voice was so breathy, "you're so hot. baby, i'm gonna lose my mind." he takes a deep breath before diving straight down to your neck. he begins to kiss and suck on your neck, nibbling here and there, biting too. meanwhile, jungkook also makes sure to add a little bit of pressure to your clit. not doing anything but just pressing onto it subtly. tease.

you moan as your husband continues to suck and bite all over your neck, leaving little hickeys all over.

"i need you so bad, kook. please take care of me..." the last bit of words leave you in a whisper. jungkook almost feels dizzy from your words, god he loved it so much.

"i'm so tired, hm. need you to make me cum to relax me." you're caressing the top of his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

jungkook loved seeing you needy.

"alright, honey." he places one final kiss on your forehead.

jungkook spreads your legs further apart, fingers skimming over your soft cotton shorts over and over. and once he sees the little wet spot in between your thighs, it almost makes him drip the drool out of his mouth.

"ahh, pretty." his thumb rubs over the wet spot, caressing it and pressing onto your clothed clit. through your shorts, jungkook pinches your clit, making you let out a small squeal.

"just get to it, hmph." you groan. jungkook's smirk just widens more. your husband nods, taking off your shorts.

"ah, fuck, prettiest pussy ever, baby." the tip of his fingers dips in between your mushy folds, collecting some of your arousal. he brings it to your clit to get it wet, then gently rubbing circles on top. you whimper, nodding.

jungkook lowers his body down, hooking his arm behind your thigh, hoisting it up a bit. his body lays fully flat on the bed, between your thighs with his face pressing kisses all over your thighs. he also bites your flesh, not too hard but not too soft— well, hard enough to form little marks for sure. he bites a spot on your thigh inches away from your pussy, then flicking his tongue on that area, gently sucking it afterwards.

like this, your husband makes sure to leave small hickeys all over your thighs and take his time. while you were left squirming and the puddle in between your thighs just growing and growing.

i thought you said no teasing?

jungkook swipes his thumb over one of your hickeys, caressing it and then leaning forward to press little kisses over it.

"love these fuckin' thighs."

and without a warning when your eyes were closed, your husband decides to dive into the messy in between your folds with a long lick.

"ah!" surprised, you hook your fingers into jungkook's hair. he hums, licking stripes of your pussy. kitten licking your hole, his fingers tease your clit. he circles your clit slowly while his lips latch onto one of your folds, sucking on it.

jungkook pulls away with a groan, making you let out a long relieved sigh.

"more."

"hm."

he gets right back to licking your pussy, making long strokes from your hole to your clit. then he spits on your clit first, tongue immediately swiping over your clit repeatedly. it was the perfect stimulation to beg you for more. his eyes were closed, he seems to be in the moment enjoying your pussy as if it was his last meal. while making out with your clit, he decides to have some mercy on your hole.

your husband plunging two of his fingers in your pussy was the cherry on top for you.

"ah— ah, ah! mmh...!" your grip on his hair tighten. back arched, face thrown back, whimpering and moaning so fucking loud.

"shhh, you might wake sannie up, my love."

you nod vigoursly, pushing your husband's face deeper into your pussy and grinding. jungkook was going at an animalistic pace, his face completely smothered all over your pussy. your arousal mixed with his drool was all over his face. his jaw was already beginning to ache, but he didn't care. all he cared about was whether his pretty wife was satisfied or not.

his fingers thrust in and out of your hole sloppily. the scene was so messy. he loved how squishy your pussy felt. and that just made him think more about how you'd feel wrapped around him again.

one last tug and bite on your clit, you let out one last long moan, pulling onto your husband's hair roots as your cum gushed down your cunt.

"shit, oh fuck" your husband whines at the sight of your swollen cunt.

he caresses up and down your cunt with the back of his middle and ring finger. you hiss at the cold feeling of his wedding ring pressing onto your clit as if that whole finger wasn't just inside you just a minutes ago. jungkook realises you liked it. so he smirks, slapping your swollen cunt with the back of his fingers repeatedly, especially making sure his ring is slapped against your clit over and over again.

"kook!—whine haaaaah! haah, hh!"

he slaps your thigh harshly to get you to stop squirming around. once his wish is fullfilled, he forces open your thighs, diving right back into your slit again.

"jungkook!" you were already overstimulated enough.

his eyes were closed once again and nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. face buried deep in your pussy again, he carefully lapped at your sweet juices away with long satisfied hums against your cunt.

"hm, hmm, hm— so good." he reassures.

and a last little kiss was on top of your swollen clit. you let out a small mewl followed by relieved sigh.

"how are you feeling, baby?"

"good, so good. thank you." you pant.

"anything for my heart." he coos, kissing your temple.

aw. he said "my heart". your heart melted.

jungkook pokes your cheek with a smug grin as he lifted his body up and got off of the bed. huh.

"where are you going?"

"to clean you up?" he raises his eyebrow at you, slightly confused.

"what?"

"what do you mean what?"

"well— uh, i thought you were gonna..." you pout.

"hm?"

"kook, please fuck me. i am so horny and i need you so bad." there we go. jungkook's jaw was on the floor for the second time today. i can't lie, he was loving this new side of you. bold and straightforward. you're more vocal about your sexual needs now. you never were before.

he opens his mouth to say something, but shrugs while biting his lips, hurriedly getting on top of you again.

"shiiiiiiit, let me take care of you, mama."

your husband's fingers hook onto the hem of your shirt, pulling it upwards to take it off of you. he gawks at the sight of your tits, squished in your bralette. he hurries to take it off, throwing it away not caring where it may land.

his big hands impatiently grab your tits which were filled and heavy with milk. he looked completely hypnotised. squeezing and massaging your tits, his eyes glued to the milk that's leaking out of your nipples. swiping his thumb over your nipples over and over, jungkook looks over to you, asking for permission.

you nod.

immediately taking in one of your nipples in his mouth, your husband begins to suck relentlessly.

"oh, jungkook...!" your hand was on the back on your husband's head, instinctively massaging his scalp while he dived into your breasts.

he spits on your nipple then swirls his tongue on the saliva, dragging it all over your chest. the artwork being created on your chest was very messy, like always. he playfully bites your soft flesh and pulls it as if he could just bite a chunk off of you.

"tastes surprisingly good."

"surprisingly good?" you crack up a laugh, tilting your head to the side as you ruffled his hair.

"yeah."

he squeezes your breast again, fingers travelling from there down to your pussy again. with a smug face, jungkook parts your legs again, getting in between. he playfully flicts your clit just to earn an annoyed groan from you. apologising with a little kiss on your clit, your husband begins to rub himself through his boxers.

pulling his cock out, he slaps it on your clit a few times, making sure your clit was covered in his precum. then, he glides it down to your hole teasingly slow. spitting on his cock to use it as lubricant, he finally glides it in your drenched cunt.

"ohhh"

"ohhh"

both you and jungkook moan at the same time, loving—obsessively loving the feeling you just got. shit, that felt good. like so so so good. especially after waiting for his cock to slide in you.

"so warm, mama. so perfect for me. you're all mine." he just cups your face, staring at you so lovingly. jungkook holds up your legs by your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest. his cock goes in and out of you steadily. short timed pants from the both of you take over the room, mixing well together and creating a small harmony even.

jungkook couldn't get over how pretty your pussy looked. so pretty and perfect for him. he was aware that you did have a bit of insecurities building up after your pregnancy. but being the sweet loving husband he is, he had a talk with you and reassured you that he still saw you the same, and of course he will for the rest of his life. you were everything to him. so perfect.

he spits a ball of saliva onto your clit, watching it dribble down to mix with his thrusts. he swipes his thumb over the small patch of hair on top of your cunt, groaning.

watching jungkook act completely mesmerised with your cunt only made you wetter and his thrusts grow even rougher.

his thighs snap into your ass like a drum, the sound of skin slapping and moans and whines filling the room. mostly yours. but you knew better to keep it on the low.

"shit, oh, mama!"

jungkook spreads your legs by the knees now, both your knees ending up on the sides of your head. his body leaned down to yours, breath fanning against your lips as he quite literally manhandled the fuck out of you.

the sex wasn't rough, though. it's like he didn't want to make it rough. but it felt so good. but he made sure to increase his pace at odd times just to rile you up.

"mm, haaaaaa!"

he knew you needed to come from clit stimulation though. so to make it easier, your husband moves your left leg to his right hand, his hand holding both your legs now as he fucked into you.

"oh my god, jungkook!"

immediately squeezing your eyes shut at the sudden stimulation on your clit, your breath hitches and toes curl. your husband rubs your clit in the form of an eight, pinching it then and there too.

"hmmmm, you're gonna cum?"

you nod repeatedly, eyes squeezed shut and feeling completely fucked. no pun intended.

"yeah? cum. cum so i can fuck it deeper into you." he rubs your clit faster, increasing his pace. you whine out loud as your sweet cum comes down, making your body shake under your husband's grasp. jungkook groans once your juices coat his dick as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"oh my god, i love you...so much!" you choke out, nails digging into your bedroom. shit, that was just what jungkook needed to release.

"fucking hell, say that again." he throws his head back, bringing both your legs up in the air again and pressed against eachother as he fucked into you.

"i love you!"

"ahh, shit, shit..." he groans, thrusts getting sloppier as he cums down your cunt. he collapses right next to you, hugging your thighs close by your knees. while both you and jungkook regain consciousness while laying on the bed for a few seconds, you also make sure to admire his afterglow and also to tuck a few of his hair strands away.

jungkook gets up fast though, but never misses to kiss your hand. he quickly grabs a tissue and cleans in between your legs.

you yawn, snuggling into the sheets.

"you just wanna go to sleep?"

you nod. but you get up, making a quick trip to the bathroom to pee. by the time you're back, the sheets are changed are new, neatly tucked too. your heart immediately warms as you smile widely, wrapping your arms around your husband and kissing his cheek.

"i love youuu!"

"i love you more, baby!" he pecks your pouty lips. he tells you to dress up while he goes to check on your baby. once he comes back, you're happily tucked in your bed with a big fat smile on your face.

"someone's feeling better, huh?" he scrunches his nose up.

"uhhuh!" you nod also, patting the vacant spot next to you on the bed. jungkook happily lays there, inviting you to lay in his arms.

"i love you, mama. god, i'm so crazy for you. thank you for all you're doing, honey."