#jungkook girlfriend

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader

Genre: Smut, Yandere (Non-violent)

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, OC is toxic but like, self-aware about it. It’s okay though, turns out JK is also kinda fucked. Not a whole lotta plot going on here just saying.

Summary: You’ve been avoiding your new neighbor since he moved in, despite his constant attempts at small talk and flirting. He’s really got no idea that you’re trying to protect his sweet little soul from being corrupted by you.

Requested by: Anonymous - inspired by Jade Lemacs “Aimed to Kill.”

You grab your grocery bags from the backseat, shoving the car door closed with your hip. In fumbling around with the clicker, your keys fall to the ground beneath you with a teasing clink. You huff out a frustrated sigh. 

“I’ll get those!” a friendly, and familiar, voice rushes over. 

It’s Jungkook, your neighbor. You silently curse, because you know he’ll follow you like a little puppy all the way to your door. 

He does. Chattering the whole time about how he makes it a personal mission to get all the grocery bags on the first trip inside too.

An uncomfortable silence follows as you reach your apartment door, Jungkook taking your bags for you so you can fiddle the key into the hole. You mutter a vaguely polite thanksbut continue avoiding eye contact.

Don’t get it twisted, you’re not typically an impolite ass to people. Jungkook probably thinks you’re a rude bitch - though he keeps trying and hard to break you. Thing is, you’re only trying to protect him.

The minute you moved in you saw him from across the lot getting his mail. You locked eyes over a box of framed photos and honestly? You were instantly attracted, how could you not be? He looked to be your type, piercings, tats, long pretty hair, broad shoulders, thick thighs…you practically drooled onto the cardboard box in your arms.

Then he ran over, looking like the cutest little bunny you’d ever seen and within 45 minutes of him helping you bring boxes in and chatting, you knew there was no way you could pursue him. He was sweet, and kind, and bubbly and shy. You’d crush him like a soda can.

He asked you out for coffee or dinner the second day you knew him, and several times since - he was relentless - but each time you tried as hard as you could to politely decline him. He probably thinks you’re a jerk, and sometimes you wish you could avoid the mission and just tell him how hot you think he is, describe all the debauched shit you’d love to do to him, tied up in your silk ribbons on your bed - the thought alone makes your clit throb - but he’s too nice. He can’t handle the relationship, or lack there of rather, that you’d want from him.

Don’t give in, ___, you say to yourself watching his forearms flex as he shifts the bags around. God, the way you’d outline every tattoo on his arm with your tongue…stop!

“TGIF, am I right?” he comments lamely as you twist the knob and open the door to your apartment.

“Mmhmm,” you agree flatly.

He follows you inside, which is fine, and sets your bags on the counter top.

“I uh, notice you got some wine, boxed - I like that, very classy,” he attempts to tease and you slip for a moment and laugh at his joke.

This makes him way too happy, you immediately notice, and he relaxes a bit against the counter, crossing his bulky arms over his broad chest. Ugh.

“So you have big plans tonight?” he wonders and you can already hear the invitation that’s coming.

You press your lips into a tight line as you flit around putting groceries away, “Just going to, ya know, watch movies and get classy with my boxed wine.”

“Want some company?” he asks so gingerly that it makes you feel bad, you of all people.

You sigh, gnawing on your bottom lip, “Listen, Jungkook, I-,”

He shrugs in defeat and puts his hands up in a playful surrender, “It’s fine. You’re saying no, that’s fine. I won’t bother you anymore okay? A guy can only get rejected by a beautiful woman so many times before he starts turning into a creep.”

He chuckles but it sounds disappointed and a bit embarrassed. Fuck.

“Can I ask you something though?” he wonders as he walks toward the door.

You just stare, waiting for his question, feeling thoroughly villainous.

“What is it about me that you dislike so much? Maybe I can work on it, you know, not for you per se but maybe it’s why I can’t seem to find anyone,” he asks sadly.

Oh god. Oh god you can feel the words bubbling up into your chest, into your throat…oh shit here they come…

“I don’t dislike you Jungkook, it’s quite the opposite. I think you are fucking delectable, and every time you come running across the lot my fucking pussy does, I don’t know, somersaults or something - it’s absurd and I hate rejecting you over and over but I just…I don’t think you’d like me once you got to really know me.”

Wow. That was, a lot, you think with an embarrassed sigh.

You chance looking up at him and find that his sweet brown eyes are wide as saucers. There it is, he got a little taste of your boundary-less crazy and now he knows. Good, it’s better he run for the hills.

You wait a few more seconds, fully anticipating him to be like “Mmk, well I gotta go…” but he doesn’t.

Instead his eyes narrow a bit, and for the first time ever since moving in, those warm, happy doe eyes look a little…dangerous?

He crosses back over into the kitchen, not completely invading your space but certainly closer than he’s ever gotten.

“Now why on earth would you think I wouldn’t like you? After trying so damn hard to get you to spend time with me?” he asks.

Ok fine. Talking about him being delectable and pussy somersaults isn’t enough? You got plenty more where that came from. Plen-ty.

“It’s just, if I let myself get into you, like really into you I’m going to freak you out,” you start, wondering how you’re going to explain your weirdness.

He raises an eyebrow and looks deeply intrigued, “How?”

“I have really specific goals here, ok? Like I wouldn’t be the kind of girl you’d want to take home. It wouldn’t be bubbly or romantic. I just…” go on, go ahead and say it, “I’d just want to consume you. Use you, get myself off on you - tie you up and make you wait, test your limits, make you think I’m in love with you so you’ll be just as obsessed as me.”

Jungkook is quiet for a moment. You’ve never really been up front with the guys you’re into and most of them leave after a few weeks. You are the very definition of “crazy ex” and you know it.

“So, you’d tie me up with what? Those pretty silk ribbons you have in your bedside drawer?” he asks.

“Yeah, I got them at…”

Your eyes snap up to his. Wait just a second. He’s never been further into your house then he is right now, so how does he know?

“How the fuck do you know what’s in my drawer?”

“Oh,” he digs in his pocket and drags his key ring out, fiddling through until he finds a little gold one, “because I have a key to your front door.”

Um.What?

“And how the fuck do you have a key to my apartment?!” you demand. The tables have indeed turned and you are beyond confused.

“Well, let me just tell you it was not pleasant to acquire it,” he scoffs, “but the super has crushed on me since I moved in a few years ago so I ate her out in the main office - stole your key out of her master box while she cleaned herself up in the bathroom.”

A normal person would slap him, jerk the key off his ring, probably call the police or something, then slap him again.

You’re not normal though.

“You…did that just to get into my apartment?” you say - almost admirably.

“Of course baby, how else was I going to figure you out? You never say more than ten words to me at a time. I had to get to know you somehow, and trust me - about what you said about me not liking the real you - such a thing could never happen,” he says, brushing the back of a finger over your cheek.

“I…don’t know what to say,” you tell him.

“Don’t say anything,” he smiles and it looks like the same pretty smile he always shoots you, but now it’s laced with something else. Something you like, very very much. “Just do what you said you wanted to do - consume me.”

You fuck the rest of the groceries off and drag his mouth onto yours. He happily reciprocates, sliding some of the bags into the sink so he can lift you up and set you on the countertop.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this so long,” he rasps, yanking his shirt off as you do the same thing.

You don’t respond, words are not computing at the moment, you pull him toward you by his belt loops and rake your nails down his chest, leaving angry red lines in their wake. His chest is just as hard and defined as you thought it would be and you’re going to enjoy rubbing against it soon.

“Mmmm, gonna fuck you till you scream baby girl,” he promises, roughly shoving his tongue in your mouth, which you accept gratefully.

After a few minutes he practically rips your bra off, taking the fleshy mounds in his hands and burying his face between them, lapping at your skin and nipples.

“Mmm,” you moan, pulling at his hair to guide him back and forth between your aching tits, “how often do you come in my apartment?” you ask, rather breathlessly.

“Come as in coming inside or come as in jerk myself off into the panties in your laundry hamper?” he smirks, looking up at you while he plays with the button on your jeans.

“Fuck that shouldn’t be so hot,” you moan, hopping off the counter so he can shimmy the garment down your legs.

He laughs as you step out of them and kick them to the side, “maybe but you love it, I knew you would. I read all the shit you write about in your little journal, knew you’d want me to,” he growls.

“You read my journ-ah!” you yelp as he nips at the fleshiest part of your inner thigh, shoving you hard against the cupboards so he can open your legs.

“Of course I did babe, I needed to know you, like I said. Don’t worry, I loved the things you wrote, wanna try all of it with you,” he assures you, pulling your panties down your legs.

“Fuck I do too, I do too, God Jungkook I’m so fucking turned on right now,” you say, you’re so incredibly elated it feels like you’re high.

“I know baby, look how your pussy is dripping for me,” he whispers against your mound. “You want to see what I did to get that key?”

“Mmhmm, please, oh fuck please put your tongue on me!”

He acquiesces and gets right to it. Burying his face in your drenched cunt. You gasp when he moans, working an absolute magical skill with his tongue. It’s beyond anything you’d ever dreamed, from this adorable man, though adorable is now the absolute last descriptor you would use for him.

“I should’ve just busted through your door every night and done this with or without your fucking permission,” he’s panting, looking up at you from between your legs.

You run your hands through his hair, “bust in anytime, you’ve got a key.”

He laughs against you for a second before returning to the task at hand - making you come bracing yourself against the kitchen cabinets while he works you with his mouth.

With quick, soft licks he just about brings you to your knees, your thighs shake as your grip in his hair tightens and he groans at the sting of it.

“I’m so close, shit! Keep going…right there, that’s so good,” you whine. He finds the perfect pressure, flicking his tongue against your clit and you hitch your leg just a bit higher so you can feel it better as he brings you to orgasm.

You cry out his name in a shaky moan as you rhythmically spasm around his head.

He stands, his eyes dark and blown out, looking at you like he may devour your very soul.

And you’ll absolutely let him.

“What should we do from your naughty little diary hm? Wax? Cuffs? Whips?” he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, you’re still breathless from your orgasm but you muzzle your nose against his flawless chest.

“Come with me,” you grab his hands and practically drag him to your bedroom where you shove him down on your bed.

You assess him, tapping your cheek coyly.

“Whatshould I do to you, hm?” you wonder, biting your lip as he gets comfortable.

“First things first,” you continue, “the jeans have to go, though I love the way you look in them with no shirt,” you say, leaning over to help him with the pants.

You watch as his cock springs up, the length of it swaying with the weight of his thickness. Oh yes, that will do justfine.

“Now what? Please, I need you to fucking touch me in some way, please,” he begs and you like it, love the way the word please sounds out of his mouth. Love the way those warm dangerous eyes plead with yours.

You slowly walk over to your drawer and gently slide it out. You do pick up the ribbons and look at him with a raised brow.

“As pretty as you’d look tied up in these,” you tease the end of a ribbon across one of his nipples and he hisses, so you slide it down his middle and over his throbbing cock too. “It’s just…as big and strong as you are, I think you could ruin them.”

You put them back and drag out two pairs of handcuffs, “No, I think these will work much better.”

He smiles as you crawl up into the bed, straddling his chest - you can feel the lines and ridges of his muscles flexing and relaxing beneath you. You grind yourself down on him, unable to resist, as you loop the cuffs around his wrist, attaching the other end to your bed frame.

“Now I only have two pair,” you say, caressing a finger up his other arm to guide it, “can your legs behave?”

“Mmhmm,” he whimpers, “I’ll be good.”

“Oh I know baby, I know,” you soothe, dipping your head down to kiss him tenderly on the mouth.

You attach the other cuff to his wrist and the bed, then lean back to enjoy your view. Fuck yes, you hadn’t even realized how bad you wanted to see him this way.

“What now?” he asks, desperation dripping.

You look down at his chest heaving, God this chest thing you are really having trouble getting over.

“Mm,” you lean down and kiss and lick the skin around his nipple, occasionally sucking hard, leaving reddish-purple bruises as you go. “Gotta mark you up I think, so you remember who you belong to now.”

He writhes and moans as you continue licking and sucking, “all yours baby, do whatever you want!”

The words have you clenching on nothing, and suddenly you have an ache you desperately want to fill.

You glance over at your drawer, inside contains a diary full of sexual scenarios you want to play out and the toys necessary to do so. They’ll be there, you think, when you have more time to play. When the two of you aren’t so desperate to get off you can give the attention to detail required.

You scoot down further, “Look at your cock baby, you’re hard as a rock. Does it ache?” you ask softly, swirling the tip of your finger up and down and over the tip of it.

“God, yes, so fucking bad baby,” he whines and you believe him. His dick is red and angry and throbbing, begging for release.

You spit on it, loudly and obscenely, and he stares with his mouth parted as your fist closes around the shaft tightly. You start pumping him at various paces to tease, and his hips buck up to fuck into your hand.

“I think,” you finally say, “that right now I just want to sink my pussy on your cock and ride you until I come again. We can open my journal later,” you say, rising to your knees to straddle him.

His head bobs up and down, “Yes, fuck…yeah do that.”

You grin as you position yourself above him, taking his cock in your hand and rubbing the head of it against your clit.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” he sighs, you know you’re being cruel at this point, as you drag him through your slick over and over. Your cunt is still soaked from his oral skills and the sound his dick is making sliding over your slit is loud and sloppy and delightful.

Finally, when his face twists up in absolute want, you sink yourself down on him. It’s a tight fit, and you mildly regret not sinking slower but the stretch quickly dissipates and is replaced with a full sensation that sends you reeling.

“Fuck Jungkook, you feel so fucking good,” you cry. You brace yourself on his torso as you bound harder, faster. His wrists tug against his restraints as his hips buck to meet your movements. It’s a perfect rhythm, between the two of you, the way your bodies are coming together so naturally and you scold yourself for thinking he was too good to corrupt. Fuck, he was his own extraordinary brand of insane and you’re loving every minute.

“You’re so tight baby, so fucking hot, fuck it’s so good,” he’s practically crying.

“I’m getting really close again Jungkook, fuck you look so hot cuffed up like that,” you whine.

“Come for me again baby, I’m right there too, come all over my fucking cock,” he urges, his head lolling back and forth across your pillows.

You slow down a bit, making sure you drag his dick across every spot that makes you go insane, making sure he can thoroughly feel every centimeter of you.

You grind down on him a bit, your clit rubbing against the soft tuft of hair at the base of his cock and you lose it. You come around him, your cunt milking his own intense orgasm out, and you feel him release in heavy spurts deep inside you as you both cry out together.

“I think we just came at the same time,” you pant with a grin.

He looks at you, “Of course we did, we’re meant for each other. We’re perfect for each other,” he huffs.

You scramble up his body and kiss him, pausing only to grab the handcuff keys to release him. When his bonds are loose he wraps his arms around you and pins you to the bed.

“Consume me,” he says between kisses, “obsess over me the way I’m obsessed with you. I want you to, I want you to use me because you’re mine and you’re perfect.”

“Where have you been?” you ask, cupping his face.

“Waiting,” he says, “waiting in the background for someone just as fucked as me.”

You nod, because you understand. You’ve been waiting too.

“Well, here I am.”

Jungkook cards his hand through your hair gently then pulls it hard, “Here you are.”

T H E E N D

Endnotes:

1. Here you go anon. I’d never even heard of this artist before so hopefully I captured the general feeling of the song? Idk but I really hope you like it darling.

2. Still working on the Victorian piece that Tumblr ate, I’ve got it outlined and am working out the breaks. I hope everyone had a good weekend!!!