Jungkook

Jungkookie ^.^

Kookie cutie T^T

Jungkookie

19:14pm

Pairing: husband!Jungkook x Wife!Reader

genre: smut, fluff if you squint, drabble

Warning: hardcore impregnation kink, possession, dirty talk, vaginal sex, basically a major creampie bro.

A/N: I’m going through major baby fever, so please enjoy my imagination

You felt Jungkook’s hands press roughly into your hips as he pounded you from behind. The sound of your husband’s groans and whiny sounds filling the air as your face was pushed into the mattress.

“You like the way that feels baby?“ He asked as you gripped onto your marital sheets. You tried to nod, your words failing you but your back being bent unnaturally stopping you. 
“Oh god baby” He moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him. You squeezed around him again unconsciously causing him to buck harshly into you, the angle causing him to kiss the base of your cervix, a shiver running down your spine as you let out a wanton moan. The movement caused Jungkook to pause. You grew worried and tried looking back only to see the man you called yours with his eyes shut, head tilted as you watched him breathe through his nose heavily almost as if to keep himself sane. You called out to him with a weak call of his name catching his attention breaking him from the trance he was in, you watched his eyelids open slightly, his usual coffee coloured eyes now a lustful black eyeing your sweaty body.

“fuck” He let out as his eyes moved from you to where the both of you were joined, his cock twitching slightly at the filthy ideas running through his head. “Look forward again for me baby” He breathed out, his voice an octave deeper causing a submissive whine to catch at your throat before turning. His hands gripped your hips even rougher, this time his nails digging into your skin before pulling his hips back slowly and bucking back into you, knocking the air from your lungs. He repeated this before your body started fluttering around him again and all his thoughts began to slip from his mouth.

“Fuck baby wanna fill you up so badly, so f-fucking badly” He moaned as he pounded into you roughly. You moaned in response which only urged him on even more.

“Wanna cum so deep in you baby, wanna fill you with my seed pretty girl” He rambled as he threw his head back losing himself in you. “Jungkook please” You whined not knowing what you were even asking for.

“You want it too baby hmm? want me to fill you up and knock you up?” He pressed, his words sending a shock into your system at the thought of him getting you pregnant. It’s not like you both hadn’t talked about it, babies were a subject you just both silently agreed on that when it happens, it happens and apparently for Jungkook it needed to happen now. “God beautiful I’m gonna put a baby in you, would you like that hmm? like my cock hitting your womb baby” He asked, his voice straining at the end. 

“Answer me baby, wanna hear you say it” He groaned as his hand sneaked between your thighs and started began rubbing harshly at your clit. You tried to figure out what was going on in your head but the mixture of Jungkook’s fingers pressed against your clit and his cock hitting your cervix was too much for you. You could feel your climax literally on the tip of your tongue but the thought was stopped the minute you felt a harsh slap on your clit sending your hips to jolt forward. “Baby-I told you-to answer me” He punctuated with harsh thrusts. You gasped, your eyes filling with tears as you tried lifting your head to give him what he wanted. 

“J-jungkook please, fill me with your cum, want your b-baby in me, make me yours” You gasped out, his shit eating grin practically beaming even if you couldn’t see it.

“That’s right baby, you’re fucking mine” He growled, his fingers back on your clit his hips angling to press even deeper into you. “Can’t wait to show you off, all big and round with my baby” He whined, his orgasm catching up to him as yours hit you. Now you’ve never experienced a vaginal orgasm but with the way Jungkook’s cock hit the end of you, your body just went into overdrive. You felt like it was everywhere, causing your body to shake underneath Jungkook like a leaf in an aggressive wind. The feeling of your walls convulsing around him aggressively had Jungkook growling as hips forced his cock into you. “Gonna cum baby, g-gonna cum and fill you. take it, fucking take it- Fuck!” He let out as he pressed into you till you could practically feel him in your stomach, The heat of his orgasm filling you to breaking point. You let out small whines as Jungkook moved his hips slowly milking his orgasm “so deep, so fucking deep” He whispered as he watched his softening cock fuck his cum back into you.  

“You good baby?” He asked breathless as he fell down next to you. You slumped your body down, wincing at the aftershock. “Ask me again in nine months” You breathed still catching your breath, your eyes closing but not missing the way he beamed at your words. 

Extra

“Kook, what did you do to Y/N, she looks so pale lately” Hoseok asked as he plopped down next to the younger, the boys weekly catch up at your home. 

“Yeah, I offered her the left over eggs from my plate and she literally gagged and ran off” Jin pitched in as snatched the remote away from Taehyung before scolding him.

“I forgot to use a condom” Jungkook smirked.

♡fetus Jungguk♡

♡ hickeys & action ♡

SAVIOR.

the one where it was either seokjin or jeongguk who was going to advance to the next game.

━ seokjin & jeongguk (platonic jinkook)
━ 1.4k words.
━pg-15
━ angst; squid game au; inspired by a tiktok comment i saw recently that i cant remember specifically where :<
━warning/s: taking place in the marble scene of the series so… character death obvs | also,,, my writing is rusty lmao so this might be really really bad and feel really really rushed as well lmao (i really just wanna post this so dont mind me yall ahsjsahsaj)

Jeongguk could only stare at Seokjin once the announcer stopped informing the players of what the next game was going to be.

He couldn’t determine what Seokjin’s expression meant; all he could see was how the guy’s eyebrows rose and how his lips somehow turned upwards in a slight smirk, as if he was actually amused by the unexpected turn of events and not frightened nor conflicted by it like all the people in this makeshift village were feeling after hearing about the mechanics of the next game they were going to partake in. But in the decades they have treated each other as brothers, worked together and trusted no one as fully as the rest among the crowd of strangers and desperate people like them in the four days there were stuck in this arena, Jeongguk no longer questioned Seokjin’s calmness with regards to what was supposed to take place in the next 30 minutes.

“What game do you want to play?” Seokjin asked finally, turning his eyes to him with a lopsided smile.

Jeongguk didn’t answer. His hands only clenched into fists.

“Should we just play the classic one? The one where we guess if the number of marbles in our hand are even or odd?”

“I want to choose another player,” Jeongguk said, his head however directed to the masked guard in charge of them and not at Seokjin.

As expected, the masked guard didn’t reply, didn’t even make a subtle movement of approval or disapproval for that matter, and before Jeongguk could decide to march up to the person and demand that his request be acknowledged, Seokjin weakly held his shoulder in warning, knowing that there was nothing they could do to change the course of their ‘fate’.

“Jeongguk—”

“We’re supposed to get out of here together,” Jeongguk explained agitatedly. “How the fuck is that going to happen if we’re supposed to be play as opponents.”

“It’s not like we ever played as partners prior.” Seokjin snorted. “Besides, you can’t honestly believe that, do you?”

His frustrated expression faltered, replaced with confusion and outraged at the nerve of being asked that question. “What?”

“We knew right from the beginning that there was only going to be one winner in this competition, Guk,” Seokjin explained with a nonchalant shrug. “It’s not like they were going to let us bag the 45.6 billion won as a pair. I thought you understood that when we went back here.”

“I did.”

“Then what’s with the showcase of attitude?”

“Showcase of attitude?” he repeated. “Aren’t you angry at the fact that we’re supposed to kill each other right now? Why are you making it seem like I’m overreacting and throwing a fucking tantrum, huh?”

Seokjin sighed. “We’re not killing each other.”

“Oh,yeah, we’re just letting the other get murdered, is that it?”

“Jeongguk—”

“I’m not playing this game with you,” he hissed.

“Well, I’m not letting the both of us get killed too.” Seokjin huffed, nodding towards the huge LED timer hanging on the wall. “We’ve already come this far. I’m not going to waste the opportunity of either of us joining the next round just because the situation isn’t ideal. We have 28 minutes left. What do you want to play?”

“There has to be another way, Hyung.”

Seokjin frowned. This was the first time he actually saw Jeongguk looking defeated and worried over the time they had to compete in this messed up competition. “Don’t worry,” he said instead, plastering another smile as he jiggled the black pouch full of marbles playfully to him, “I’ll go easy on you.”

“Don’t… don’t do that.”

“Does that mean you’ll go easy on me instead then?” The playful tone was still there.

“Hyung,” he gritted his teeth, more seriously now, “promise me you won’t go easy on me.”

“Alright,” Seokjin nodded and even held his pink out, “I promise.”

Jeongguk didn’t bother answering after that, just letting out a gust of frustrated breath as he felt that he had no choice but to comply due to Seokjin’s firmness about the matter.

The thing was though—the both of them always knew who had the upperhand when it came to games or anything in general, really. Right from when they were kids, it has always been Jeongguk who was hailed the winner or the best among the two of them; he was a naturally skilled kid after all, the type to always be the best in anything he pursued. However, in Seokjin’s defense, the reason why he lost most of the time too wasn’t because of the fact that he was bad himself which made winning easy for the younger man, but because as predictable as it was, Seokjin purposely didn’t try that hard for the result to be always in the favor of the former as well, something that Jeongguk only began noticing when he reached 17 years old and realized that there was no simple way in prevailing against him, ultimately causing Seokjin to finally fight fair.

That was why Jeongguk also didn’t want to play with him. He knew what Seokjin was going to do even at situation like this where his own life was at stake, and he didn’t trust him enough to not do otherwise.

“You cheated.”

Seokjin glanced up from looking at their palms, that same amused smirk conquering his lips. Jeongguk just guessed the right number group that Seokjin was playing with, wagering with an amount that was exact to it too. “Shouldn’t I say that between the two of us?” he asked, already pouring the last marble—the single only one that was left in his possession—to Jeongguk’s pouch.

“You… you’re doing it on purpose,” Jeongguk breathed out, his hand shaking and pulling the pouch closer to him in attempt to haul it farther from Seokjin, but he didn’t move it fast enough to prevent the latter’s movements for it to be of any worth. “You never play fair. I’m not a fucking kid anymore for you to do this to me—”

“I didn’t cheat, Guk—”

“You fucking did!”

“How? Can’t you see that you deserved this win?”

Jeongguk was beginning to burn in rage. Because of Seokjin, because of the stupid game, because of their choice to go back here, because of the reality of what’s about to commence—

“It’s okay, Jeongguk.” Seokjin interrupted his train of thought, hurriedly yet gently enclosing the small bag black containing all the marbles inside Jeongguk’s fist. “You deserved it.”

“What?” he exclaimed, eyes glaring at the older man, eyes watering at the thought of losing him. “How in the hell is this okay? Do you even fucking realize what—”

“—I do.”

“What?” He shouted in complete resentment now, not stopping himself from letting all his emotions out.

Seokjin smiled, in a manner that showed only sadness and annoying authenticity. “Hyung will do it, Jeongguk.”

“What?” he repeated for the nth time, knees seemingly buckling with his tears finally falling on his cheeks.

“LetHyungdo it,” Seokjin said. “It’s okay.”

Jeongguk couldn’t help but suddenly grasp Seokjin’s collar harshly, pushing him against the wall in violence that made the guard automatically point his gun at the side of Jeongguk’s head, an action that the latter didn’t care about. “Are you fuckingcrazy?” he snarled.

“It’s easier this way.”

“No!”

“It’s okay, Jeongguk,” Seokjin grabbed his hands on his shirt and forcefully removed it, “it’s okay.”

“No,” Jeongguk shook his head rapidly, trying still to stop Seokjin while he walked to the guard to present his empty pouch, “I won’t let you do this—”

“You won.”

“Hyung—”

“Hyung will do it.” He finished again, one last turn being done before his hands rose up to grasp Jeongguk’s shoulders tightly. “You won it fair and square. So, make sure to win the rest of the game too, alright?”

“Hyung…” Jeongguk practically begged, but Seokjin only patted his back and immediately showed the empty pouch he had to the masked guard to declare the loser of the game. He, on the other hand, couldn’t move his feet even if he wanted to; he understood that maybe this has always been Seokjin’s plan all along—to help him in the games but never succeed it with him.

Jeongguk felt Seokjin squeeze his shoulder again and he stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

“You did well, Guk,” he said, another squeeze until he retracts his arm back to his side. “Thanks for playing with me for the last time.”

As the guard lifted their weapon, Jeongguk’s gaze shifted from Seokjin’s face to the gun, the finger on the trigger being pressed in what looked like in slow motion.

Unthinkingly, Jeongguk ran towards Seokjin.

BANG!

The two of them staggered.

A long silence.

“Player 091, eliminated.”

THANK YOU FOR READING & FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!♡(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

ι нαтє уσυя ωσя∂ѕ.  I hate how bittersweet they are, how magically painful even from afar, and then my fantasy again becomes blurred.

ι нαтє нσω уσυ αяє му ωσяℓ∂, how I wish I was your only girl, how I desire for just this one dance, even if it’s the last breath I take; this fleeting chance.

ι нαтє тσ ℓσνє уσυ.  I hate everything that you are, all the pretty pieces and all the scars, and then I realize our dream can never come true.

-Boyfriend Jungkook edits; because I miss him and you do too.

xxihavenolifexx:

Jin may as well be the CEO of Bighit now. The dude literally gives no fucks anymore.

Bang PD who? I only know Kim Seokjin, CEO of Bighit Ent.

Please?

Cheating trigger

Only angst

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“I just need you to stay… please” Jungkook pleaded, grabbing onto one of your hands while the other reached for the door. You shake yourself free from his grasp and storm out of the door, slamming it behind you. Jungkook fell to the floor, you can hear his sobs as you make your way down the drive unsure of where you are going but knowing you can’t stay there. You find yourself on Namjoon’s doorstep, unsure of how you got there, numb to you other surrounding.

“Y/N? are you okay?” Namjoon’s face crease in concern as he opens the door to your obviously dishevelled appearance. The tears fall freely from your eyes as the anger fully dissipates from your mind leaving only the pain behind. Joon pulls you into his arms and shuts the door behind you. He helps you to the sofa before running into his kitchen for water and tissues.

You’re not sure how long you lie there. Curled into the foetal position, finding minimal comfort in hugging your knees to your chest, recounting every step of the argument in your head. No matter how many times you replayed it, it made little sense. Once your calm enough to speak you recount the argument to Namjoon.

Jungkook had been in the shower when you arrived home, following a long day of press junkets he often relaxed this way. So, you set about putting away his things and trying to help him out for the night. That is until you came across a frilly pair of panties in the bottom of his bag. At first it left you confused, and then fuming. Without thinking you stormed into the bathroom where your boyfriend stood dripping wet and more than surprised.

“Babe is everything okay?” his brow furrowed in concern as he reached a hand to caress your face. You pulled back away from his grasp and had instead forced the offending article of clothing into his palm.

“Whose are these?” your voice was barely above a whisper, but the venom behind it had struck fear in Jungkook’s soul. He looked from your burning eyes to the small piece of fabric. He looked confused, his little bunny mouth frowning as he tried to work out what he was looking at. “I found them in your bag, don’t try to lie to me, who are you fucking” you’d spat, the rage coming to the surface at what you had thought was an attempt to play dumb.

“I have no idea whose they are, do you know how many people have access to my bag every day?” he tried to calm you down, he moved to place his hands on your shoulders, get you to look him in the eyes but you’d refused. Stormed from the room in search of other ‘proof’ you’d been sure was around somewhere.

“You must think I’m the most gullible idiot.” You yelled over your shoulder at him before heading into your shared bedroom. He’d followed quickly behind after pulling on sweats and a Tee.

“Y/N calm down I know nothing about the panties, I’m actually a little hurt you don’t trust me.” He tried to grab your arm, to halt your search but it was too late, you’d found exactly what you hoped you wouldn’t. Once you unlocked his phone you found the message he clearly had meant to delete.

Her: I left a little souvenir in your bag (wink) we should do this again sometime.

The revelation had made you stop in your tracks, uncertain how it’d gotten to this point, less than an hour ago you were convinced you’d been in the happiest relationship in the world. It felt like glass shattering. Tears sprung to your eyes, but you’d forced them back, not willing to let him see that he’d made you cry. Instead you lashed out. You’d pummelled his chest until you had no more fight in you, and he stood there and took it, knowing he’d been caught in his lie. When your hands hurt too much to continue, you’d sank on to the bed and rubbed at the sore bits.

“Baby…” Jungkook started.

“Don’t baby me” you mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes as he’d tried desperately to connect with you.

“Y/N” he sighed “she… I…” it was clear he hadn’t thought of an explanation, or at least a lie for the message you had just seen.

“Does she mean something to you?” you whispered.

“What?” you were unsure whether he hadn’t heard you or couldn’t believe you’d ask him that, but the lilt of confusion filled you with rage once more.

“Does she mean something to you?!” the scream tore through your throat as you flew from where you were perched.

“No, of course she doesn’t” the response had been immediate, so fast you were sure it must’ve been true, and that’d made it so much worse.

“Then why risk it? Why risk everything we have built together on someone like that. Nothing could make this better believe me, but to throw EVERYTHING away for a cheap one night.” For the first time since the fight had begun, you’d met his eyes. He looked like a kicked puppy. He’d had the audacity to look like he was being told off for something he hadn’t done. It’s that look that had finally pushed you out of the door. “I can’t look at you right now, maybe not ever”

“Come on Y/N let’s talk about this please… I can’t lose you” his voice cracked as you reached for your coat.

“You should’ve thought about that before you ruined everything.” Your hand was on the door knob as he made one final attempt to make you stay.

“I just need you to stay… please.”

By the time you had finished recounting the story, tears were flowing freely down your face. Namjoon handed you another tissue and pulled you into his arms. You knew it was wrong to be here with Jungkook’s best friend after such a big argument, especially knowing the loyalty they share as a band, but you couldn’t find yourself being able to care. That is until a knock came at the door. Namjoon met your questioning expression with is own sheepish eyes before moving to let Jungkook through the door.

“I’m sorry, he was going out of his mind, I just meant to let him know you were okay, I didn’t think he’d be stupid enough to turn up here.” Namjoon apologised before leaving the room giving you two space. Jungkook moves to sit next to you on the sofa but you back away from him, making sure you have a safe radius between you. You play with your thumbs, waiting for him to speak, wondering what he thinks could possibly make this situation any better.

“I’m sorry” it’s barely audible, but it doesn’t matter, you could’ve heard a pin drop in that room right now.

“It’s not enough” you whisper back.

“Please just come home… I just need you to come home.” He reaches out to take your hand and you let him, not sure the contact makes a difference at this point.

“I’m not sure where home is anymore.” Your answer is honest. Your home was broken at the same time as your heart. You see the pain in his eyes when you look up, but he seems to accept his fate. He lets your hand drop back into your lap and curls into himself. The two of you sit there for a while, completely unsure of where you can go from here.

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