Hello, yes, it’s me! I know it’s been a super long time since I posted something new, but I had a dream about Jungkook last night that just wouldn’t leave me alone, so here we are!
‘PWP - You’re a paid-for ‘companion’ for the members of BTS. This chapter features your reunion with Jungkook after time apart due to Covid 19 pandemic.’
Word count - 3k
Rating - Explicit
Tags - PWP, sex work, Jungkook is a sweetheart, reader is a noona, smut, fluff, blowjobs, ass play (m receiving), pet names.
It’s been far too long since you’ve set foot inside these halls. Covid-19 has a lot to answer for; not least the forced separation you’ve had to endure from your most frequent and favourable clientele over these past 6 months. Hybe had deemed your ‘companionship’ an unnecessary risk during these bleak and uncertain times, and while you can’t say you blame them for being cautious, your savings account certainly hasn’t appreciated the dent that’s been made from having to keep yourself afloat with little to no regular income being made.
Your heart flutters as you raise your fist to knock politely at his door - anxious and excited in equal measure. You’ve such a soft spot for the man that awaits you inside; a firm favourite should you be permitted to have such a thing. You hear his voice murmur for you to come in and you waste no time in obliging, unable to keep the smile from your face as you cast your eyes around the room and realise how little time has changed.
“Noona?” As soon as he sees you Jungkook is on his feet, rushing towards you with arms outstretched, eyes wide and full of diamonds. He stops short before he reaches you, though, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater rather than pulling you into an embrace. The time that’s passed has brought back all the old uncertainties that plagued him once before - his brows furrowing with the worry of acting too familiar or overstepping some unspoken line.
“You aren’t going all shy on me again are you, Jungkook?” you smile kindly, taking a step forward to bridge the gap between you. You reach up to brush back the strands of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes, hoping that he won’t notice the subtle way your fingers are trembling too.
Jungkook was certainly the most cautious of all the members when you had first been employed by Hybe for your specialist services three years ago. True to your job title, companionship was the only thing that Jungkook had asked of you for at least a good six months before he’d felt comfortable enough for your time together to be spent in more intimate ways. What you’d discovered once you had, though, was that Jungkook was a sensitive and sweet lover, with an unrivalled eagerness to please.
Hello, yes, it’s me! I know it’s been a super long time since I posted something new, but I had a dream about Jungkook last night that just wouldn’t leave me alone, so here we are!
‘PWP - You’re a paid-for ‘companion’ for the members of BTS. This chapter features your reunion with Jungkook after time apart due to Covid 19 pandemic.’
Word count - 3k
Rating - Explicit
Tags - PWP, sex work, Jungkook is a sweetheart, reader is a noona, smut, fluff, blowjobs, ass play (m receiving), pet names.
It’s been far too long since you’ve set foot inside these halls. Covid-19 has a lot to answer for; not least the forced separation you’ve had to endure from your most frequent and favourable clientele over these past 6 months. Hybe had deemed your ‘companionship’ an unnecessary risk during these bleak and uncertain times, and while you can’t say you blame them for being cautious, your savings account certainly hasn’t appreciated the dent that’s been made from having to keep yourself afloat with little to no regular income being made.
Your heart flutters as you raise your fist to knock politely at his door - anxious and excited in equal measure. You’ve such a soft spot for the man that awaits you inside; a firm favourite should you be permitted to have such a thing. You hear his voice murmur for you to come in and you waste no time in obliging, unable to keep the smile from your face as you cast your eyes around the room and realise how little time has changed.
“Noona?” As soon as he sees you Jungkook is on his feet, rushing towards you with arms outstretched, eyes wide and full of diamonds. He stops short before he reaches you, though, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater rather than pulling you into an embrace. The time that’s passed has brought back all the old uncertainties that plagued him once before - his brows furrowing with the worry of acting too familiar or overstepping some unspoken line.
“You aren’t going all shy on me again are you, Jungkook?” you smile kindly, taking a step forward to bridge the gap between you. You reach up to brush back the strands of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes, hoping that he won’t notice the subtle way your fingers are trembling too.
Jungkook was certainly the most cautious of all the members when you had first been employed by Hybe for your specialist services three years ago. True to your job title, companionship was the only thing that Jungkook had asked of you for at least a good six months before he’d felt comfortable enough for your time together to be spent in more intimate ways. What you’d discovered once you had, though, was that Jungkook was a sensitive and sweet lover, with an unrivalled eagerness to please.
Hello, yes, it’s me! I know it’s been a super long time since I posted something new, but I had a dream about Jungkook last night that just wouldn’t leave me alone, so here we are!
‘PWP - You’re a paid-for ‘companion’ for the members of BTS. This chapter features your reunion with Jungkook after time apart due to Covid 19 pandemic.’
Word count - 3k
Rating - Explicit
Tags - PWP, sex work, Jungkook is a sweetheart, reader is a noona, smut, fluff, blowjobs, ass play (m receiving), pet names.
It’s been far too long since you’ve set foot inside these halls. Covid-19 has a lot to answer for; not least the forced separation you’ve had to endure from your most frequent and favourable clientele over these past 6 months. Hybe had deemed your ‘companionship’ an unnecessary risk during these bleak and uncertain times, and while you can’t say you blame them for being cautious, your savings account certainly hasn’t appreciated the dent that’s been made from having to keep yourself afloat with little to no regular income being made.
Your heart flutters as you raise your fist to knock politely at his door - anxious and excited in equal measure. You’ve such a soft spot for the man that awaits you inside; a firm favourite should you be permitted to have such a thing. You hear his voice murmur for you to come in and you waste no time in obliging, unable to keep the smile from your face as you cast your eyes around the room and realise how little time has changed.
“Noona?” As soon as he sees you Jungkook is on his feet, rushing towards you with arms outstretched, eyes wide and full of diamonds. He stops short before he reaches you, though, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater rather than pulling you into an embrace. The time that’s passed has brought back all the old uncertainties that plagued him once before - his brows furrowing with the worry of acting too familiar or overstepping some unspoken line.
“You aren’t going all shy on me again are you, Jungkook?” you smile kindly, taking a step forward to bridge the gap between you. You reach up to brush back the strands of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes, hoping that he won’t notice the subtle way your fingers are trembling too.
Jungkook was certainly the most cautious of all the members when you had first been employed by Hybe for your specialist services three years ago. True to your job title, companionship was the only thing that Jungkook had asked of you for at least a good six months before he’d felt comfortable enough for your time together to be spent in more intimate ways. What you’d discovered once you had, though, was that Jungkook was a sensitive and sweet lover, with an unrivalled eagerness to please.
He returns your smile easily, exhaling a quiet, nervous laugh.
“No.” It makes you chuckle the way his body says the opposite, momentarily tensing as you wrap your arms around him only to melt into you but a second later, encircling you in his arms in return. You sigh happily as you nestle your face against the top of his chest, Jungkook doing the same to your hair, squeezing you even tighter. It’s impossible not to notice how firm he feels against you, somehow more muscular now than even the last time you met. “I missed you, noona,” he confesses as his lips find their way to brush against your forehead. “You look even prettier than I remembered.”
Chest clenching with feeling, you pull away slightly to better look at him.
“I missed you too, baby,” you admit, pleased to see that the effect of hearing his pet name hasn’t lost its potency; his pupils dilate and he bites his bottom lip even as it stretches into a smile that he quickly hides in the crook of your neck, nuzzling his face against your skin. You’d purposefully worn his favourite perfume - a clean, fresh scent that you know he’ll enjoy. “You’ve gotten so handsome.” He straightens up, cheeks flushing with colour as you gently tap your fingertip against his lip ring. It’s not simple flattery - you really mean it. The new piercings and tattoos that decorate his skin merely add to his charm; his bad-boy appearance all the more endearing when you know the sweet man behind it.
“Won’t you kiss me?” Jungkook’s smile widens at your sweet request and it remains in place even as his lips first find yours. His kiss is tentative like he’s re-learning the shape of your mouth, but with a little encouragement from you - a slip of your hands onto his biceps and an appreciative squeeze - it soon deepens. Firmer and more insistent, you can feel his piercing pressing into the flesh of your bottom lip as his fingertips do the same to your hips, pulling you closer. The more passionate your kisses become the more enthusiastically Jungkook responds, groaning quietly when you gently bite down on his lip. His hips rock forward and against your lower stomach you can feel how excited he’s become - how eager he is from the way his hands roam onto your behind to tug you nearer, pressing against you even harder.
“Go lay down baby,” you instruct between kisses, eager to progress though loathe to part. He does as you ask immediately, lying back amongst his pillows. Eyes trained on you, he takes a heavy breath as you saunter towards the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the front of your dress as you go. The bulge to the crotch of his sweatpants is glaringly obvious under the grey fabric and it twitches as your dress falls from your shoulders, catches on your hips and then tumbles to the ground. Confronted by the sight of your lingerie Jungkook can no longer hold back - his tattooed hand reaches down to grip himself through his sweats, shaping the fabric to his shaft as his fingers stroke up and down.
“So big,” you compliment with a smile, climbing onto the bed and placing your hand alongside his to enclose what little won’t fit inside his palm. “Let me.” Jungkook nods eagerly, lifting his hips when you take hold of his waistband to ease his sweatpants down, taking his boxers along with them. He kicks them off, shyness long forgotten as he opens his thighs so you can settle between them.
You’re not subtle in your appreciation of his cock; eyes trailing its length up and down where it rests upon his stomach, your fingertips tracing the same motion along his muscular thighs. When you finally take him in hand Jungkook’s back lifts momentarily from the bed, eyes closing and head tilting back into the pillows. His mouth opens in a soundless expression of pleasure as you take your time milking his cock, smiling with satisfaction at the pre-cum that leaks from his tip with every upstroke, smoothing the glide back down.
“You’re so messy baby.” Jungkook groans, his tattooed forearm flopping across his face to hide his eyes as his other hand grips at his toned stomach. He’s still wearing his t-shirt but the more he wriggles the more it rides up, exposing the trail of hair that runs from your hand all the way up to his belly button. “You really did miss me, huh?” He nods from where he’s hiding, his breath hitching as you lean forward to press a kiss to his stomach. You trace the delicious v-line of his hip and Jungkook’s exhale shakes, cock twitching in your hand.
“So much, noona,” he moans as your mouth works its way downwards, gasping as you press the pout of your lips to the tip of his cock, “So, so much.” You enjoy Jungkook’s reactions so much you feel like you could purr with satisfaction as you take him into your mouth, wetting his cock with your saliva. It dribbles down to where your fist grips his base, working the parts of him your mouth hasn’t yet reached.
“Fuck, noona.” Jungkook’s hips are restless as you begin to suck him in earnest, taking him deeper with each bob of your head. You open your eyes to look up at him, pleased when you see he’s lifted his head to better watch you work. His pupils are blown out, cheeks flushed, and as you relax your throat to take him all the way in all his features contort with pure pleasure, a deep guttural groan rumbling through him. Your free hand gently fondling his balls only adds to the pleasure he’s feeling - his buttocks clenching so hard that it somehow forces him even deeper, your eyes watering as you near run out of breath.
Pulling back for a moment, you let your hands do the work as you catch your breath. It offers Jungkook a moment of respite, too, sighing as his head falls back into the pillow. Watching for his reaction, your fingers slip down to Jungkook’s perineum, stroking the sensitive skin there as your other hand works his cock. He responds as you’d expected him to; he opens up his thighs even more, spreading ever wider.
“Please,” he begs, unabashed, even going so far as to reach over and grab the tube of lube from his bedside drawer. He hands it to you with a shy smile, flexing his hips up as he lays back again, encouraging your fingers ever lower. Ever eager to watch him fall apart, you waste no time in slicking up your fingers, rubbing them back and forth across his hole. “Please, noona,” Jungkook pleads again, wriggling against your fingertips. Slowly, at his request, you ease the first inside, biting your lip at the exquisite noise that comes out of him as he’s breached. Within seconds he’s wanting more, hole clenching around your finger tightly as it pushes back and forth. “More, please.”
“Don’t be impatient, baby,” you scold lightly, making sure to wait until he’s stopped tensing before slipping in another finger alongside the first. Your hand is sticky with the pre-cum that leaking from him so freely; it eases the glide of your fingers as you explore until you find the spot inside him that makes Jungkook shout out a string of expletives, his back bowing from the bed. “That’s it, good boy,” you soothe as you relentlessly stimulate his prostate, smiling wickedly to yourself as you lean forward to take his cock in your mouth once more.
It quickly proves more than Jungkook can bear. Barely a minute has passed before he’s pleading for you to stop, a note of desperation to his voice.
“You don’t want to cum?” You smile sweetly, sitting back on your heels. Jungkook looks wrecked, barely able to catch his breath as he lifts himself to lean back on his elbows. The centre of his t-shirt is damp with the same sweat that’s lining his brow, sticking his hair to his forehead.
“I do, noona.” He sits up further, wrapping his arms around your suddenly. “But I want to cum in you.”
“Of course baby.” The kisses that follow are messy, Jungkook so preoccupied with taking off your bra that his front teeth clash with yours, making you both laugh. He pulls you into his lap. You tug off his t-shirt. His large palms find your breasts, drawing a moan from you as his fingertips circle your nipples till they’re hard, all the better for him to take between his teeth and gently tug. “Mm, Jungkook,” you groan, threading your fingers into his hair and tugging in kind, tilting his head back so you can kiss him once more, his tongue rolling deep in your mouth. “Quick,” you murmur against his lips, “Put it in.”
You don’t care that there’s been no time to prep; at this point, you know you’re more than ready to take him. Pleasuring him - watching all his blissful reactions - has had your panties soaked from nearly the second you walked into the room. Besides, there’s something you’ve always loved about that delicious, tight stretch when his cock first pushes inside.
Between your legs, you feel his large fingers find your panties and pull them to the side. A second later, you feel his cock there too, slipping between your lips, rubbing back and forth.
“So wet noona,” Jungkook sighs blissfully, “So wet for me.”
“Always baby,” you moan in reply, wriggling your hips. You would’ve already sunk down onto him if Jungkook wasn’t holding your waist so tightly, keeping you in place. This time, it’s your turn to beg a little. Kissing him so sweetly, you whisper against his lips, “Please, baby.”
Always eager to please, Jungkook does as you ask. Taking hold of your hips in both hands, he steadily eases you down onto his cock, inch by inch, till you’re fully seated in his lap. The stretch alone is enough to have you breathless already - moaning wantonly as you lift yourself up and then rock back down against, grinding your clit against his pubic bone. Jungkook isn’t faring much better, his fingertips pressing into your hips so hard that it almost hurts.
“I’m gonna cum so fast,” he admits, though you can tell from the furrow of his brows that it pains him to do so. You can’t say you blame him, though. It’s been so long since the two of you had sex that you can’t imagine it’ll take you long either - and you’ve had none of the ‘warm up’ that he’s had.
“That’s ok,” you assure, slipping your hands from his shoulders to cradle either side of his neck, thumbs caressing his skin as you continue the smooth rocking motion of your hips. “Just fuck me like you mean it.” You kiss him, then, deep and slow because you know once Jungkook gets started there’ll be little chance to kiss.
“Ok,” he confirms, and that’s it, then. Leaning back against the headboard Jungkook begins to thrust upwards into you, using his grip on your hips to drag you down to meet each stroke. It feels amazing - each thrust of his pelvis pressing his cock into your g-spot - but even as you’re lost to the throes of pleasure you still can’t help but take note of how incredible Jungkook looks. His firm chest shines with sweat, his pierced brows furrowed with the effort he makes. His jaw is tense, sharp as glass, and underneath his tattoos you can see the flex of his muscles - the tendons in his forearms as he holds you tight. Just the image of him is enough to push you even closer to the edge, and as you feel your orgasm building you plant your hands on his chest and chase after it with renewed fervour.
“Feels so good,” Jungkook grits out as you clench your pelvic floor around him, circling your hips to better grind your clit against him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too,” you gasp, knowing you’re almost there. The feeling of Jungkook’s cock hardening as he nears the end helps to push you closer and once he finally lets go - head thrown back, crying out for you - that’s all it takes for you to join him there. His cock pulses inside you as your walls contract in kind, milking him of every drop of cum he has to give as you cry out your release, fingernails dug deep into his chest. Pleasure washes over you, every nerve alight, and even as you come down your body still tingles, giggling with oversensitivity as just the stroke of Jungkook’s hands seems to tickle.
His look is adoring as you open your eyes. You feel your cheeks fill with warmth at the way he encircles you in his arms, gently laying you down against his chest to press his lips to the top of your head, sighing with contentment.
“I really have missed you,” he murmurs into your hair, squeezing you tighter. Once again you feel your chest tighten, an ache beneath your ribs you know you must ignore for both of your sakes.
“Me too, Jungkook,” you reply nonetheless, lifting your chin to gaze up at him with a kindly smile. He takes your face in his hand, stroking his thumb across your bottom lip, and it’s at that point that you force yourself to break eye contact, sitting up straight with a barely withheld sigh. “I’m going to go clean up,” you announce, careful in the way you climb off of him to avoid making any extra mess along the way.
It doesn’t take long for you to freshen up, and when you re-enter Jungkook’s room you’ve already steeled yourself to say your inevitable goodbye’s. What you don’t expect is the pleading doe eyes that you’re met with as you sit on the edge of his bed for one last kiss before you leave, nor the keenness with which he wraps you in his arms, threatening not to let you go.
“Stay the night with me, noona?” he asks, the words so quietly uttered that you barely hear them from where he’s nuzzled his face against your chest. Sadly, you run your fingers through his hair.
“You know I’m not supposed to, Kook.” You try to sound firm but fail miserably, your fondness for the young man permeating each word, turning them soft and almost melancholy.
“I’ll take the blame,” he offers, and with the way he looks up at you then - with his big doe eyes as wide as you’ve ever seen them, full of such hope - you know you’ve no chance of resisting him.
“OK,” you relent, unable to suppress the smile that creeps onto your face at how utterly joyful Jungkook looks, “But just for tonight.” Grabbing the covers, you climb in beside him, pulling them over the both of you as you snuggle down. “And don’t tell the others.” You get the feeling Jungkook’s barely listening - too preoccupied with pulling you close and moulding his body to fit around yours. “They might get jealous.”
“OK noona,” he sighs happily, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, the arm coiled around you giving an extra snug squeeze, “Whatever you say.”
Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights, the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she had believed to be broken.
Pairings: Y/N x OT7
Genre:Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.
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Warnings: Angst, toxic relationship, toxic behavior, mention of physical violence and yelling, abusive relationship, near death experience.
NOTE: Hello everyone! Welcome to the 13th chapter of Time Heals! This took a long time to come out but as you can see, it’s LONG LMAO! We’re going through Jimin’s diary (I almost cut this part in two because that was a ride) so expect to read a lot of things… We’re getting a bit of backside story! (Y/N) will have a lot of questions for Jungkook though haha! Please tell me your thoughts, I hope you enjoy it!!! Take well care everyone, love you lots hehe
I just read something and I would like an explanation for all the things I’m feeling because I’m not good at identifying my emotions. Over 13K words and I’m ready to commit several murders. YNie is so valid. When you want something for years and you finally get a chance of getting it, you hesitate because what if it’s not what you truly wanted? That fear sucks all the good things out of someone. And YN has every right to feel that way. Her pain, hurt, jealousy, despair, even fear…all of it hurt me so badly. Her feelings regarding the diary and the situation itself destroyed me. The kind of pain when you cannot even cry. I couldn’t cry. I thought finding more about the boys’ situation would soften the anger I held for them but honestly? I’m furious now. I’m so confused, I have to wait for you to write it so I can decide what to feel because I’m fucking confused and angry and hurt. But one thing I know is that if I had that Yungsun bitch here, I would do some rather awful things to her. If I’m sure of something it’s that she’d be dying by my hands if I had the chance. I’m shaking. Fake tattoos? Fake personality? Fake identity? FAKE MEDICAL BOND? OH MY LOKI I’M GOING TO TEAR HER APART. Fucking psychopath “fell in love”. That bitch. Fuck, I’m so angry, damn it.
I shall not be making any comments regarding the idiot squad because I’m not sure how to feel. Although, I have softened towards Yoongi and Jungkook. Even though I read Jimin’s pov, I still think he’s a bitch but I think I’m kind of understanding all of them. Does not excuse their actions towards YN but at least I know why they’re so pathetically fucked up. I just remembered “hope shining through their orbs” when YN takes the journal and pardon my french but what? Since when are they hopeful that she’ll understand? Is this their way of being with JK more often? Or what? I don’t trust that hope tbh. Fight me on it, idiot squad.
Dolly, you fucking destroyed me here. I’m not joking, I’m feeling so many things I really should wait for you to write YN’s reaction so I can react as well. LEAD ME TOWARDS THE RIGHT PATH, MY LEADER! Damn, was it good. I’m still tingling. And shaking. And cursing a little bit but oh, well. I loved everything about this. Except that liar. I hope she’s in prison for at least identity theft, and at most almost destroying the bond because if the bonds are so important there must be laws against psychopaths who deceive bonded people. Wow I’m getting angry again. I better go.
You’re the fucking best. I love you. Take care, my sweet! Sending all the love and appreciation I can fit in this post! Mpwuah!
