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Baby Girl | Q&A

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Baby Girl

Pairing: DILF!Jungkook x PreSchool Teacher!Reader

Synopsis: You always gave yourself one rule, never fall for a single dad. It would be messy and you’d never be his number one. So why did your favourite kid’s dad have to be so hot?

Warnings: fluff, talks of child abandonment, single father JK, angst, arguments, smut, penetrative sex, oral (m and f receiving), light spanking, hair pulling, make outs, kissing, fingering, clit play, clit stimulation, teasing, pet names, mentions of past relationships, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, blonde!jungkook, talks of past pregnancy (not reader), mention of abortion (JK’s ex), sexual tension, alcohol consumption, thigh riding, masturbation, aftercare, swearing, praising, a bit of jealousy, hickeys, handjob, protected sex, rough and soft sex, overstimulation, and multiple orgasms 

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“Why are you trying to feed Sara the crayon!” You squealed from your spot behind your desk, swiftly approaching the small circle table holding the kids before taking the purple crayon from Ara’s tiny hands. The small girl’s large brown eyes stared back at you, a smile breaking out onto her lips as she began giggling and babbling about the drawing she made for her dad.

“Look! Daddy has a pur..pur-el shirt cebause he love pur-el!” Ara pointed excitedly to the shirt she drew on her stickfigure, pride glowing in her eyes. 

Your smile grew as your grip around the crayon loosened, placing it back down on the table, crouching between her and Sara’s little chairs. “Now that’s gorgeous, Ara! Your dad is gonna love it so much, but how about we stop trying to feed our friends crayons?” She giggled, agreeing before going back to her art. It was true, Ara’s dad, Jeon Jungkook, treasured every single thing she made for him. Every time she would run up to him after school, hands reaching up to him with a new little project every day. One day it was a flower that had things we were grateful for written on the petals, other days it was just a little drawing she made, or it was a seasonal art project. And she never failed to tell you all about his reactions the next day.

Every day you would watch all your students run to their parents coming to pick them up at lunch, most stopped to say ‘Hi’ or ask how their kid was doing - Jungkook never did that. It seemed odd at first, wanting to meet your student’s dad to introduce yourself and get acquainted was a normal thing most teachers did. However, you started noticing pretty early on he hung out near the back of the group of parents that waited near the doors, waiting for Ara, getting her, and then looking at you with a little smile before leaving. Why did he do that? The small pleas for help to get their coats on before the bell filled your classroom, the children still mingling and talking, some cleaning up their tables, but most ready to up and leave as the bell rings. After making sure all the kids had their belongings, you told them to line up, “One, two, three! Eyes on me!” You called out, watching all their little bug eyes look back at you. The small action made a smile spread across your face each time - how could it not? There are about fifteen pairs of eyes that look at you at the same time, with the same little focused expression. It’s impossible not to smile!

Everyone crowded at the door, talking in soft whispers as they waited for you to open it and let them run off to their parents. You let the children run in different directions, enjoying the happy chatter around you as people began leaving. Just as you were about to head into the school again, you felt a little tug on your sleeve, making you look down. “ Miss L/n, daddy’s not here…”

Her little voice trailed off and it instantly made you go into protective mode. You crouched in front of her, holding her small hand as you observed how her big boba eyes got glossy and her little button nose got red. It was a rare sight seeing Ara cry, she almost never did in your class unless it was something truly meaningful to her. “Shh, it’s okay, Ara. Your dad probably got caught up in something! How about we wait here until he arrives, hm?” You offered, wiping away the small tears that dropped down her cheeks, her head nodding softly as you stood up and held her hand outside. 

Twenty minutes pass and nothing. It was unlike Jungkook to be late, every day you could see his car park in the same spot under a tree, getting out and adjusting his jacket before taking a few steps…then pausing beside his car to lock it three times. Now that you think about it, you sound kinda stalker-ish with how much attention you pay to him. The air started getting cooler, so you took Ara back inside the classroom, thankful that you had an hour break before your afternoon class showed up. “Are you warm? You can take your jacket off, Ara. Do you want some paper to draw?”

Her head was tilted down as she sat in her normal seat near the cozy corner you had set up for your students, not really answering your questions. “Did daddy leave me?” She asked, her tiny fingers picking at her other ones as she asked.

Sourness filled your heart as you heard her question, you pulled out the small chair beside her, tilting your head to see her face. “Honey, of course he didn’t leave you. He’s just running late for some reason. Why would you think that?” 

“Mommy did…” Her words were cut off by sudden footsteps approaching the class quickly, a man hunched over huffing and puffing like he had just ran a marathon. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, baby.” He said, still gasping for air as he approached us, kneeling down on her other side.

Her mom left? You stood up, straightening out your cardigan as you stared down at the man pressing his forehead against Ara’s jacket covered arm. “Ara, I’m sorry, daddy had to close up the shop cause your uncles weren’t there. I’m sorry, bug.” Wow, he apologized a lot, even though Ara had already probably forgotten about what happened. Her bright little smile was there again, brightening the room as his large…tattooed hand caressed the opposite arm. 

“Daddy! Look what I made!” Ara exclaimed, showing her dad her little portrait of her and her dad, wearing his purple shirt.

“Wow, I love it, baby girl! It’s so me. You know where this is going?” The way they both said “on the fridge” at the exact same time would make any woman’s ovaries burst. It was too cute! Ara’s dad stood up, rubbing his hands on the back of his pants before looking at you, staring blankly before his eyes widened and a hand was out stretched. “Sorry! I’m Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook! Ara’s dad, cause she has the same last name as me, but not only that reason! Her mom and I-” He stopped, his cheeks tinting a light red as you grasped his hand, shaking it with furrowed brows. “I’m gonna stop talking before I make it worse.”

“No, no, please. I always enjoy hearing about how parents are related to their child.” You laughed, releasing his hand again - eyes gleaming from the way his cheeks darkened in colour again. “It’s honestly okay, Mr. Jeon. Ara and I had a feeling something came up at work and that’s why you were late.”

The sigh of relief that escaped him must have been in him for a while, his whole body relaxing a little more after you said that. “Thank you for looking after her. This won’t happen again, at all. Uhm..Ms…?”

“Oh! Sorry, Y/n. Y/n L/n, Ara’s teacher. Since she’s in my class.” You over explained just like he did, thankfully he had a sense of humor since he let out a soft breathy laugh. “Again, don’t worry at all, I understand. Things happen sometimes.” You eased him, smiling gently as he grabbed Ara’s little hand, helping her out of her chair.

“Yeah…but thank you…still.” He said one last time, leaning down to pick his daughter up before propping her on his hip. Her little hand went to his hair immediately, tugging softly as he pulled his head away, smiling at her. They left the room, chatting softly as he walked back down the hall to exit through the front office. Sitting at your desk, you opened your computer, preparing your slideshow for your afternoon class on how to make a pretty sunset with pastels, but the only thing you could think about…

He had really pretty hair.

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“Wait, wait, wait- rewind. You’re telling me that you were face to face with a DILF and did nothing?!” Rose practically yelled as you walked together down the hall towards the parking lot.

“Okay, let’s not call him that…he’s still the father of my student. It feels wrong calling him something so…vulgar?” You squeemed while fumbling for your keys. “Plus, what was I supposed to do? His kid was right there, it’s not like I could’ve just jumped his bones right there.”

She glanced at you from the corner of her eyes, a small smirk on her lips as she grabbed her own keys out of her bag. “Well, I’m just saying, maybe he would’ve been into that. Having you get all up on him, nice and close and just-” You shoved her away playfully, laughing as you watched her mimic some sort of makeout session. 

“There is no way that would've happened! Again, Rose, you’re forgetting this was the first time I’ve ever actually talked to the guy. It’s not like some magical thing is gonna happen to make us instantly fall in love.” She pushed open the doors to the front office, a shiver running down your spine as the cool breeze hit your face. You unlocked your car, standing by the driver’s door as you spoke again. “This is real life, not some romance book that’s gonna have me sweeped off my feet by the end of it.”

“Yeah, yeah…” She waved a dismissive hand, opening her car door before poking her head out again. “I’m just saying, it’s been a while for you since you’ve dated, so why not try out the awkward, DILF of a dad?”

“Have a good night, Rose.”

All you could hear was her laughter as you got in and closed your own door. 

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Mondays are the worst.

It’s almost like a sick joke - you wake up and feel like it’s gonna be a productive day, but instead, your makeup looked trashy, your favourite shirt that you were supposed to wear today had a stain on it, your coffee machine was broken, and your car wouldn’t start for a good twenty minutes.

So yeah, it’s a lovely day.

“I am so sorry, Rose! Thank you for watching over my class, I swear I’ll be there soon.” You rambled quickly, looking both ways on the road before taking a left.

“Girl, relax, it’s okay. Could you pick me up a coffee though? Didn’t have time to make my own today.” You could hear her shuffling around, probably in your desk to find the spelling sheets you had ready for your students.

“Of course, I was gonna pick one up anyway.” Your voice came out as a murmur, trying to focus on the road so you didn’t add another problem to your list of issues today.

There was some sort of sound that came from her side of the call, something between a hum and squeal of delight. “There’s one coffee place that’s not too far from the school, The Quiet Bean, reaaaaally cute place!”

The Quiet Bean? People are getting creative nowadays…After a few more minutes of talking - you telling her what she should start the kids on, and her telling you where the shop is - you finally hung up. Plugging in the address of the coffee shop, you pulled up to a small shop. It was the sort of place that invited you in without making a scene. Its façade was a blend of weathered brick and soft, taupe-painted wood, the kind that had aged gracefully, like it had stories to tell. The large windows were framed in simple, cream-colored trim, their panes reflecting the faintest light of the afternoon sun. A faint trace of ivy crept up along the edges, as if nature itself had taken a liking to this quiet little corner of the world.

The café’s sign hung above the door, a modest wooden board with the name The Quiet Bean painted in elegant, flowing script. The letters, accented by a small, delicate illustration of a steaming coffee cup, as though to beckon you inside with the promise of something warm and comforting. It wasn’t flashy, but there was something undeniably welcoming about it, something that whispered of calm moments and good company.

As you stepped closer, the faint scent of lavender and earth drifted from a row of mismatched flower boxes, their colors a soft mix of greens and purples. Small, bistro-style tables were scattered outside, their wrought-iron chairs empty for now, but ready to welcome anyone looking to enjoy the sun with a cup in hand. 

Pulling the door open, you were met with a strong scent of freshly brewed coffee and pastries. Your eyes widened as you looked around, taking in the detail of the shop and taking note of every little detail that was put into building it. You slowly approached the counter, eyes trained on the display of sweets. God, they looked delicious. It was as if everywhere you turned there was something new you noticed - now, it was the simple yet captivating writing on the menu board that hung above the counter. Why was writing captivating you? Nevermind. 

You glanced around, a few people were sitting at tables, enjoying a warm coffee with a sweet treat, but no one behind the counter. Your brows furrowed softly, tilting your head to try and see if someone was lingering behind the walkway to the back of the coffee shop, but there was no one. You reached forward, tapping the small bell that sat beside one of the pastry display cases, the high pitched shrill sound making you jump slightly. 

A guy, wiping his hands on the towel that hung from his apron quickly rounded the corner. His blonde hair tied into a small bun as he looked up. Those eyes…the wide doe ones that seemed all too familiar. The ones that held the universe…where had you seen them before? “Welcome to The Quiet Bea-” The man’s voice cut off as he stood there staring at you, his round eyes widening slightly. “M-Ms. Y/n…what…you’re…”

It clicked. Those eyes, the ones you have to look at every single day, the same ones Ara had. “Mr. Jeon, it’s…uhm, hello.” Why was this so embarrassing? This was just like when you saw a teacher outside of school and didn’t know how to act. Holy hell. “Sorry…sorry, good morning.”

His cheeks tinted a light pink, the sound of him clearing his throat sounded through the small cafe, you watched him cringe from the sound. “G-Good morning…I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting…never mind.” He shook his head, a few strands of his blonde hair framing his face as he approached the cash register. “What can I get for you?”

“Just two lattes please.” You smiled, gaze wandering off to the side as you eyed the pastries again. As if on cue, your stomach rumbled, causing you to freeze and Jungkook to glance up at you from the register. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned forward on the counter, a small tilt to his head. “Did you maybe want some food, too? Our pistachio croissants are really good, if I do say so myself.”

Now it was your turn to turn pink, a sheepish smile spreading across your face as you nodded. “I’ll take two of those, too, please.” He nodded, a smile still lingering on his face as he used the tons to grab out two of the fresh croissants. Placing the bag on the counter, he turned his back to you as he started on the coffees. 

As you stood there, it was hard not to notice how wide his back was. It was the perfect size to his waist which was - surprisingly - small. And not to mention the way his shirt hugged his chest and torso, there was practically nothing left for the imagination, there was even a teasingly small amount of tattoos shown that littered his right hand, and you just knew there were more. Maybe Mondays aren't so bad. I mean, you got to see that perfect ass- okay, no. Stop it! That is still your student's dad!

He turned around, two coffees in hand as he placed them on the counter, tapping something into the register before telling you your total. You pulled out your card, tapping it on the card machine before situating yourself to grab everything. “Uh…I don’t mean to be, like, that one parent…but why is the teacher of my daughter here getting coffee when school has already started?”

“Oh, so you were one of the kids that was always on time to class.” You said with a small smile, looking down into your wallet as you placed your card back into its proper place. “I was having a bad morning, running late. But my friend, who’s a teacher as well, is watching over my class. She wanted a coffee.” You wiggled your finger at the cup, a smile on your face that wouldn’t go away for some reason. 

It was impossible not to giggle at the way his brows furrowed and his bottom lip pouted from your comment. “I was not ‘one of those kids.’” He crossed his arms, looking at you as you grabbed the coffees and bag that held your pastries. “If it means anything…I hope you have a better day.” His voice was like honey, something so sweet, you never wanted it to disappear. 

“Thank you…I hope the same for you, Mr. Jeon.”

“Please, call me Jungkook!” Even his smile was sweet…fuck.

Just as you were about to exit the shop, you turned, using your back to push the door open. “Alright then, Jungkook. And call me, Y/n…I’m not your teacher.” Your last words left him going red again, and to your unease, it was a sight you wouldn’t mind seeing again.  ______________________________________________________________

As the warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows of your classroom, casting a comforting glow over the tidy rows of desks, Rose settled into the chair across from you, a concerned expression etched on her face. The air was filled with the faint scent of chalk and the distant hum of the air conditioning vent.

"Y/n, you're not going to tell me what's going on, are you?" Rose asked, her voice gentle but probing. You hesitated, fidgeting with the edge of the paper bag as you took a bite of your croissant. Damn they were good. They were alone in the classroom during their lunch break, the door locked securely behind them.

Rose's eyes narrowed as she watched your flustered movements. "Come on, spill it," she urged, her voice a gentle coaxing. You took another bite, your eyes avoiding Rose's inquiring gaze. "It's just...I saw Jungkook at the coffee shop this morning…Ara’s dad," you mumbled around a mouthful of food, eyes darting back to Rose.

Rose's eyebrows shot up. "That coffee shop? Where you got our lattes?" You nodded, your cheeks flushing. Rose's expression turned thoughtful as she leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "So you saw Hot DILF again?"

Your eyes widened in alarm, hastily causing you to look around the room as if ensuring they were truly alone. "Rose, please, don't say that out loud," You whispered, voice laced with a mixture of embarrassment and fear. Rose chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"What's wrong? You're not going to date him, are you?" It was almost as if this was the day you couldn’t stop blushing. Your face turned bright red as you hastily shook her head, your ponytail bobbing in time. "Of course not, I'm just...I'm just saying, he's a great guy, from what I’ve seen, but...but it's just a rule, you know?" Your words tumbled out in a rush, your voice growing more agitated by the second.

Rose's expression turned to understanding, and she reached out to place a reassuring hand on your arm. "I get it, I really do. You've always said no to dating single parents, and I respect that. But...it's just so hard when you're around him, isn't it?" Your eyes dropped, looking away, your face burning with a mix of embarrassment and longing.

Rose's gentle words hung in the air, and you felt your heart racing as you tried to process her emotions. You couldn't deny it - you had felt a flutter in her chest when you saw Jungkook, and it wasn't just because you were worried about being professional around him. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and rationalize your feelings.

"I don't know, Rose," You said finally, voice barely above a whisper. "It's just...he's really nice, and easy to talk to...it's just hard to ignore the fact that he's Ara’s dad."

Rose nodded understandingly, her expression sympathetic. "I know, I know. And it's not like you can just...ignore the fact that he's cute, either," she added with a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

You playfully rolled your eyes, trying to deflect the attention from your flustered state. "Yeah, real help, Rose. You're not making this any easier for me."

Rose laughed, her eyes shining with mirth. "Sorry, sorry. I just want you to be happy, and if that means being around Mr. Hot DILF...I mean, Jungkook...then so be it."

A smile spread across your face, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at her words. "Thanks, Rose. You're a good friend."

As they chatted, you couldn't help but think about Jungkook's warm smile and gentle laugh. You pushed the thoughts away, reminding yourself of the rule and the reasons behind it. But you couldn't shake the feeling that you had crossed a line, and that your attraction to Jungkook was more than just a harmless infatuation.

The lunch bell rang, shattering the peaceful atmosphere in the classroom. As they made their way to the classroom door, Rose leaned in, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Hey, Y/n? Just out of curiosity...what do you think would happen if you did date him?"

Your eyes widened in alarm, and you quickly shot Rose a warning glance. "Rose, don't even say that. I already told you I'm not going to date him, so let's just drop it, okay?"

Rose held up her hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. No more talking about Jungkook. Let's just focus on surviving through the day and parent-teacher interviews. How ‘bout that?"

You smiled, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude towards your friend. "Sounds like a plan to me."

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The faint echo of footsteps grew louder in the quiet hallway as you straightened up at your desk, glancing at the clock. The dim lights above flickered softly, casting a warm glow that illuminated the classroom filled with colorful student artwork. It was the night of parent-teacher interviews, and your heart raced in anticipation and anxiety. Each appointment was a gateway to success and growth, but tonight felt different. Tonight, you faced the sight of a certain single father…again.

As you set out fresh papers and a cup of coffee—mostly meant to ward off your own nerves—you tried to shake off the flutter twisting in your stomach. You had told Rose you wouldn’t get involved with parents, yet here you were, feeling exhilaratingly torn between professionalism and a sudden spike of anticipation.

The gentle knock on the door pulled you from your swirl of thoughts. “Come in!” you called, your voice steadying to mask your racing heart. The knob turned, and Jungkook stepped inside, his tall figure silhouetted against the hallway light. He looked slightly rumpled in a casual white fisherman’s sweater and jeans, as if he had just finished a long day balancing work and parenting. His sandy hair fell over his forehead, giving him an endearing boyishness.

“Hi, Y/n,” Jungkook said softly, his voice low and a little shy. He shifted between his feet, running a hand through his hair, and for a moment, you felt as though the air in the room thickened with something—tension, attraction, or perhaps, an endless stream of unspoken words.

“Hi, Jungkook! Thank you for coming,” You replied, trying to maintain the professional tone you’d rehearsed in your mind. “Please, have a seat.”

He hesitated for just a moment before sinking into the chair opposite your desk, glancing around the room and admiring the colorful projects that adorned the walls. “It’s nice to see what you’ve done with the place. Ara talks about it all the time,” he said, a smile creeping onto his face that lit up his eyes. 

As you reviewed Ara’s progress report, you couldn’t help but feel Jungkook’s gaze lingering on you, like a gentle warmth wrapping around you. “She’s doing wonderfully, really. She’s bright, creative, and so full of energy,” You continued, your voice flowing with professional ease.

“That’s great to hear,” Jungkook replied, his fingers nervously tapping on the desk. “I mean… I worry about her sometimes, you know? Juggling everything has been—” He paused, biting his lip slightly as if searching for the right words. “—hard. But she loves coming to school.”

In that moment, you could see the affection etched on his face. His love for Ara was so palpable, so tender, that it made your heart swell. “You’re doing an amazing job as a father,” you blurted out before you could catch yourself. 

A flush crept into Jungkook's cheeks, and he chuckled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thanks. I still feel like I have so much to learn,” he said, glancing away, his honesty disarming you. 

“I think it’s a continuous journey for all parents,” You replied, forcing yourself to ignore the way your heart fluttered at his vulnerability. You forced herself to focus on Ara’s achievements, highlighting the areas where she could improve.

Yet with each laugh Jungkook shared, with each genuine word of praise he offered about his daughter, you found it harder to keep your feelings at bay. The chemistry crackled between them, threatening to bridge the gap of professionalism that you had once held sacred. 

“I don’t know how I can ever thank you for what you do,” Jungkook said suddenly, a sincere expression on his face. “I feel like Ara has blossomed since she started in your class.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Jungkook,” You spoke softly, heart racing as you met his gaze. “It’s my job and my passion.”

He leaned back in the chair, taking a moment before asking softly, “But what about you? Do you… do you enjoy being a teacher?”

You nodded, feeling a stirring inside you—a mix of admiration and a desire for connection that you fought to suppress. “I really do,” you confessed. “It's a rewarding experience, but...” You hesitated for a moment, knowing your feelings threatened to slip from your grasp. “It can be challenging at times.”

“Yeah, life can be tough,” Jungkook replied, his voice low. “But I guess we all find our way through it.”

Their eyes locked for a heartbeat longer than necessary, and you felt an electric jolt, a silent understanding passing between them. But just as quickly, you pulled yourself back, focusing instead on the paperwork scattered across your desk.

“I believe Ara will continue to thrive under your guidance,” Jungkook said, attempting to break the growing tension.

“Absolutely,” You agreed, feeling the flicker of excitement mingled with anxiety. “If you have any concerns, please don’t hesitate to reach out.”

Jungkook smiled, the warmth in his expression making your pulse quicken, and you couldn’t help but smile back, even as reality settled back in. They were from two different worlds, tethered by the innocent bond of a daughter between them, and you knew you had to tread carefully.

“Thank you for your time,” Jungkook finally said, rising from his seat, his voice a blend of gratitude and something softer, like an unexpressed hope. “I really appreciate it.”

As he turned to leave, you felt a mix of longing and resolve. “You’re welcome, Jungkook. Have a great evening,” You managed to say, your heart heavy with unspoken feelings and the sensation of his presence lingering in the room long after he had gone. 

With a sigh, you sank back into your chair, trying to reclaim your professional demeanor, fully aware that this was only the beginning of a journey you had carefully set herself against. And yet, without a doubt, it felt exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

The echo of Jungkook’s footsteps faded down the hallway as you sat back in your chair, staring blankly at the stack of papers on your desk. The soft, dim light of the classroom wrapped around you like a cocoon, but instead of feeling comforted, your thoughts spiraled into chaotic disarray. Your heart still raced at the memory of his shy smile and the way his gaze warmed you, sending unexpected flutters coursing through your chest. 

“Okay, Y/n. Let’s think this through,” you murmured to yourself, pushing your chair back a bit to pace. You took a deep breath, holding your head high as you began your internal debate, your footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor.

Pros:

1. He’s Kind: Jungkook showed genuine concern for Ara’s well-being; that spoke volumes about his character.

2. He’s a Good Father: Seeing how much he adored his daughter made your heart melt. A man who values family is definitely an attractive trait.

3. We Have Chemistry: The connection was palpable during your meeting, the kind that sent thrills of excitement coursing through you.

Cons:

1. He’s Ara’s Father: You would always have that complex dynamic, which could complicate everything. What if things went wrong? The relationship with Ara would be at stake.

2. Professional Boundaries: As a teacher, you reminded yourself constantly of the boundaries that existed between you and the parents. Getting involved with a parent could lead to gossip and drama.

3. Could She Actually Do This? You didn’t want to enter the dating world and find yourself getting hurt. There was so much at stake, and discretion was key. 

The rhythm of your footsteps quickened, your thoughts tumbling into a whirlwind of confusion. 

“No, no, no.” You held her temples, trying to massage away the tension that gnawed at you. “You can’t think like this. You would be crossing a line, Y/n. Your job is to inspire and educate, not fall for the parents!” 

You paused, catching your breath, feeling the weight of your emotions. “But—what if this is something special?” An involuntary smile sneaked onto your face at the thought of Jungkook’s easy laughter, the way he nervously fidgeted in his chair, and the sincere glances he offered. “What if…he’s different?”

Your heart raced again, and you bit your lip, taking another deep breath to steady yourself. You have dedicated yourself to your career. You loved teaching and the bonds you created with your students. But you also felt the longing for companionship, for someone who would truly understand your heart, your struggles, and your dreams.

You found your way back to the desk, grabbing the paper you had written notes on about Ara. It was filled with nothing but good observations and bright notes that showcased the little girl’s personality. “This is about Ara, too,” you whispered, glancing at the portrait Ara had drawn of you standing beside her at the school. You had never looked better as a stick figure.

“Could I do this?” you inquired softly, staring out the window at the fading sunlight. “Would this be fair to Ara? To him?” You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to visualize yourselves together, the gentle kind heartedness belying a deeper connection that tethered you.

Footsteps interrupted your reverie, and you looked up to see Rose peeking through the door. “Y/n?” she called softly, stepping inside. The infectious energy of her friend brightened the room. “I saw Jungkook leave. How did it go?”

Your internal debate halted as you met Rose's eager gaze, the warmth of friendship wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. “It was... interesting,” You replied slowly, trying to sort through the flood of emotions that threatened to spill over.

“What does that mean? Was he flirty?” Rose raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

You shook your head, your cheeks flushing slightly. “No, it wasn’t like that. We just talked about Ara and her progress. But there’s this…connection, Rose. It’s hard to explain.”

“Do you like him?” Rose leaned forward, her excitement palpable, her curiosity evident.

“I don’t know! I mean, I shouldn’t, right?” You sighed, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “He’s Ara’s dad, and I’m her teacher. There are boundaries, Rose!”

“But do you want to explore those boundaries? You said it yourself; it’s a connection!” Rose's voice rose slightly, her enthusiasm inexhaustible. “You only live once, Y/n!”

“Why are you so supportive of this? Are you trying to get me into trouble?” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but you felt the weight of Rose’s words pressing upon you.

“Maybe I am!” Rose teased, crossing her arms. “But look, if you feel something for him, that could be something worth exploring. Relationships don’t always lead to disaster, you know. Sometimes, they lead to wonderful things.” 

You chewed your lip, your heart fluttering at the prospect. “But what if I mess it up? What if I ruin things with Ara and her dad?”

“I think Ara would be happy if he found someone who makes him smile,” Rose asserted confidently. “And if that someone happens to be you...well, then that’s just a bonus!”

Looking down at your desk, pondering the vibrant artwork that Ara had drawn, you felt a gentle surge of hope amidst the confusion. Maybe there was a chance for something beautiful—if you could just take the leap.

“All right,” You said finally, fortifying yourself. “I’ll think about it. But I have to be careful...for Ara’s sake. And for my own.”

“Smart girl.” Rose grinned, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “Now, let’s plan how to help you catch his attention.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension lifting slightly as you felt the warmth of Rose’s friendship. As they began to chat and brainstorm about playful ways to show your interest, you felt a new storm of possibility unfurling in your heart—one that you could no longer pretend to ignore. ______________________________________________________________

After leaving your classroom, Jungkook leaned against the cold, tiled wall of the hallway, taking a moment to catch his breath. The sound of his heart thudding loudly in his chest seemed to resonate in the quiet space around him. What just happened? He couldn't shake the feeling of exhilaration mingled with a flicker of anxiety as memories of their conversation flooded his mind. 

He rubbed a hand across his neck, still feeling the heat rising to his cheeks—a bashful evidence of how easily flustered he had become in your presence. Your smile, your laughter, the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about Ara—it was utterly charming. Why did she have to be so captivating?  

His thoughts immediately twisted into a flurry of whims. Honestly, how could someone be so effortlessly beautiful? Your enthusiasm about teaching resonated deep within him; he admired how you handled the classroom, how you brought warmth and light to every interaction. The way you carelessly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear made his heart flutter. He relished in the thought that you cared so deeply for his daughter; it filled him with a swell of appreciation that lingered a little too long in his chest.

But then there was that chemistry, that intoxicating vibe that seemed to hum in the air between them. Jungkook winced slightly, aware that he was entering dangerous territory. Your laugh had tugged at something deep inside him—a longing that he rarely dared to face. Could he be falling for you? The thought was both thrilling and unsettling.

His mind wandered to the moment their eyes met, the way you had smiled at him as if you were sharing a secret, a moment just for the two of them amidst the world. Thoughts he knew he shouldn’t entertain slipped through like silk ribbons, tightening around his chest. What would it feel like to hold her? To run his fingers through her hair, to pull her close and whisper sweet nothings in her ear?

Jungkook pressed his lips together, forcing the blush creeping up his neck to subside. Damn it, Jungkook. Focus on Ara! But the image of you was stubborn, filling his thoughts with mischievous imaginings—your laughter echoing in his ears, your soft, inviting gaze lingering in his mind. 

He imagined you tucked against him on a lazy Sunday morning, sunlight streaming through the window casting dappled shapes on your skin, and he couldn't help but wonder if you would look up at him in that soft, sleepy kind of way—your hair tousled, and that peaceful smile gracing your features. God, he would do anything for that smile.

His heart raced at those thoughts. Was it wrong to want more? The deeper he delved into his fantasies, the more he wondered if he could truly let someone in again. The idea of developing a connection with you was thrilling but terrifying. 

But what if it went well? What if he got to know the woman behind the teacher façade? What if they clicked like he suspected they might? A sudden image of their hands intertwined danced in his mind, the warmth radiating from your soft fingers sending shivers down his spine. He imagined kissing you—a slow, intimate exploration that left you both breathless, your hearts racing in sync.

His body reacted even to the thought, and Jungkook groaned softly, shaking his head at the direction his mind had taken. He just wanted to know more about you—the fear and the thrill of the unknown gnawing at him as he paced in place. Was he ready to join the dating world again? To risk his heart?

Jungkook glanced down the hallway, half-expecting you to appear again with that mesmerizing smile. He exhaled slowly, trying to calm the whirlwind that churned within him. You had met as teacher to parent, you were cautious in your own ways, but there was something in your gaze, the spark of possibility daring him to breach the barrier.

“Just take it slow,” he whispered to himself, trying to ignore the overwhelming desire unfurling within him like a curtain drawn back to reveal a dazzling stage. “She’s worth it.” 

In his mind’s eye, he could see your face, lit with warmth and kindness, exhibited perfectly in the classrooms where you worked magic with children. But he wanted you outside of the school, in the real world, where they could be themselves.

With another deep breath, he turned and walked away from the classroom, his heart still racing and the ambitious thoughts whirling inside his mind. The night air hit him like a splash of cold water, grounding him, reminding him that this was just the beginning of something he knew could change everything. And as he left the school grounds, he couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted to do whatever it took to make sure he saw you again. ______________________________________________________________

The restaurant was awash in golden candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the walls adorned with tasteful art. The hum of conversation intermingled with the clinking of silverware, creating a cozy atmosphere that settled around the tables like a warm embrace. Jungkook had arrived early, wearing a fitted navy sweater that accentuated his figure and dark jeans—not too formal, but just enough to speak of a thoughtful effort. Tonight was important.

He twisted his napkin nervously in his lap as he surveyed the room, his gaze darting to the entrance. How do you prepare for a date with someone you genuinely like? It had been several weeks since they started talking, gradually letting layers peel away to reveal their authentic selves, and now here they were, on the brink of something new. 

As if summoned by his thoughts, you walked in, your presence radiant in a deep emerald dress that hugged your curves and made you look effortlessly elegant. Your hair cascaded in soft waves, and when their eyes met, a bright smile danced across your lips—a smile that made Jungkook’s heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” you greeted, your voice warm and inviting as you approached the table.

“Hey! You look amazing,” Jungkook found himself saying, his cheeks warming at the earnestness in his tone. 

“Thanks! You too!” You replied, taking your seat across from him, the evening lighting casting a gentle glow on your features. 

Jungkook tried to shake off the nerves, but it was hard not to stumble over his words as their waiter arrived. “Good evening! Can I start you off with something to drink?” 

“Uh, yes! I’d like a glass of red wine, please,” Jungkook said, his hands fidgeting on the table beneath the napkin.

“Same for me,” You chimed in, your openness making it easier for him to remember how to breathe. 

As they sipped their wine and exchanged laughter, they discussed everything—their favorite movies, childhood memories, and even the quirks of teaching that made them both laugh aloud. But as the conversation flowed, Jungkook felt the slight pressure of anticipation build in his chest, the electric tension flickering like a candle in the wind.

“So, what’s been the best part of your week?” he asked, hoping to keep the conversation light while his nerves simmered beneath the surface.

You leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “Well, this week we were doing some more basic spelling skills. And there was one point, where I said that our class was gonna have a small spelling bee competition against the other Kindergarten class. Ara took it a little too seriously, she started buzzing like a bee after every word she spelled.”

Jungkook chuckled, picturing the adorable scene. “Oh God, is that why she came home and couldn’t stop buzzing around? I mean, at least she’s remembering to spell more words correctly…she rewards herself by buzzing a little each time.”

“Well, she does have a great teacher,” you teased, your eyes locking onto his with that playful glimmer.

Jungkook felt the heat rushing up his neck. “I’m just trying to keep up with your class levels,” he said with a grin. 

Their connection felt tangible, fragile yet electric. Jungkook summoned his courage as the waiter returned with their meals. “It looks great. I hope it tastes great,” he said, lifting his fork, eager to divert his nervous energy.

As they began to eat, Jungkook was distraught to discover that his mouth seemed to have developed a mind of its own. “So, I was thinking maybe—I mean, if you’re interested—” he stumbled through the heavy words, glancing at her, “we could visit that new art exhibit next weekend? Or maybe a picnic? I’m definitely up for a picnic.” 

Your brows raised in surprise, a smile breaking across your face. “I’d love that! An art exhibit sounds fantastic.”

Jungkook exhaled, relief washing over him. They continued chatting, light and airy, until a relaxed silence fell between them. An idea struck him, and he leaned closer, teasingly, “You know, you’re making this date really easy. I thought I’d be sweating bullets.”

Just as the words left his mouth, careless and relaxed, he slipped. “I guess I just feel comfortable, baby girl…” 

His voice trailed off in horror as his brain caught up with his mouth. Did he really just call you that? His cheeks blazed a deep shade of crimson, eyes widening as he braced himself for your reaction.

You blinked, pausing mid-bite, amusement dancing in your eyes. “Wow, that was unexpected. Do I look like a baby girl to you?” 

Jungkook’s face burned, a thousand apologies spiraling through his mind. “I-I didn’t mean it like—! I mean, you’re—!” He stumbled over his words, rendering himself a stammering mess. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle, clearly amused, leaning forward as if to ease his embarrassment. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I kinda liked it, actually. It’s sweet.”

His initial panic spilled over into relief, but the flirty undertone hung between them, making the air around them more charged. Under the table, his heart raced as he played with the hem of his own sweater, unsure whether he was feeling flustered or exhilarated.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain control. “Well, um, you are adorable, so I guess it fits—just not in the way I set it up!” 

“Do you think I’m adorable, huh?” You teased, your playful confidence radiating from you. Your gaze held a challenge, one that made his heart race anew. 

“Not just adorable,” he clarified, leaning in slightly, feeling the heat of her presence. “You’re… captivating. Thoughtful. Kind. And it’s…” he hesitated, a smirk creeping onto his face, “dangerously charming.” 

You bit your lip, eyes glimmering with intrigue, every inch of your body language inviting him closer. “Dangerously charming, huh? Is that a compliment or a warning?” 

“Both,” Jungkook said, letting the tension linger in the air, a quiet challenge exchanged between them. As if he were testing the waters before diving in. “How about you tell me something about yourself that could potentially get us both in trouble?” 

This time, you laughed, and it echoed around their cozy corner of the restaurant. The flirtation was undeniable, thickening the air as they engaged in the dance of unspoken desires. Finally, it seemed like this date might indeed lead somewhere—somewhere beautifully unexpected, where the two of them could explore the chemistry that had sparked between them.

With their plates nearly empty and glasses refilled, you glanced over at him, a light blush dusting over your cheeks. Under the table, you let your foot caress up and down his calf, watching how he paused halfway through paying for the bill to look at you with a tilted head. You turned your head away, resting it in your palm as you continued your movements, hearing how Jungkook’s breathing changed from light and even to heavier and quicker.

“What’re you doing…?” He asked quietly, cheeks burning a red colour as he sunk into his chair a little more. You shrugged your shoulders, looking away again, the intensity of the situation making it hard to stare directly at him. 

The sound of chair legs scraping against the floor made you finally look back at him. His cheeks were a dark red, a hand extended towards you as he helped you out of your chair, pushing it in before slowly walking with you. A shaky hand was placed around your waist, sending tingles all throughout your body, it was clear Jungkook was nervous, but it was also clear he wanted something else. Craved something else.

“Jungkook, are yo-”

“Do you want to come back to my place?” He asked hurriedly but softly, his eyes  staring into yours as he waited for your response. “I know it’s inappropriate to ask, especially since it’s only our first date, but you just…you look really good in your dress, like, really, really good- and…and…” 

He looked as if he were about to lose his mind if you didn’t speak soon. You carefully cupped his face, brushing your thumbs along his cheeks as you spoke. “Hey, relax…it’s okay. You can breathe…” You calmed him down, his hands coming up to hold your forearms gently, taking in deep breaths. “I..I would love to…go back to your place, I mean. But…what about Ara?”

“She’s with her uncles…Namjoon and Jin promised to look after her.” He said breathlessly, his eyes looking everywhere on your face at once, taking in as much detail as possible as if he were trying to engrain an image of you into his mind.

“Am I supposed to know who those people are, or?” He shook his head, a small laugh escaping his lips as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours before pulling away.

“They’re my friends that helped me raise her. Also work at the cafe.” He mumbled, bouncing a little as he looked at the parking lot. “ I really love sharing things with you, but I’m about to lose my mind if I don’t have you soon…so…my car is over there.” He said, pointing over to a black car parked a little further away from the restaurant. 

There wasn’t a lot of time between getting in the car, the drive to his place, and getting inside his place. As soon as you stepped foot inside the threshold, Jungkook was grabbing you, needy hands grabbing at your waist as he  looked at you, quietly asking for permission to kiss you. You barely nodded before he gently pressed his lips against yours, the kiss was firm yet soft, everything you expected from him.

“God…” He whispered against your lips, cupping your face as he kissed you again, groaning from how good you were. “You’re so perfect…so, so perfect.”

A soft giggle escaped you, pulling back so you were face to face with him, “You’ve barely kissed me, how can you know I’m perfect?” You asked, following mindlessly as he dragged you to the bedroom.

“Because.”

“Because?”

“Yes, ‘because.’ Don’t ruin the moment.”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he kissed you again, lifting you slightly to place you on the bed. His hands moved to your waist, squeezing and kneading the flesh under your dress. His lips slowly moved from your lips to your jaw, peppering soft kisses all along your skin. His left hand grabbed your chin, turning your head to the side so he had more room to find the spots that made you shiver. “Your skin’s so soft, baby girl…”

The feeling of his lips latching onto your skin made you shiver, feeling the slight suction as he sucked a mark into your skin, his tongue soothing the area afterwards. He hovered above you, arms propping himself up so he didn’t squish you completely, not that you’d mind. 

“Fuck…Jungkook…” You whimpered, feeling him smirk against your skin. He pulled away, eyes meeting yours as he pressed another soft kiss to your lips. 

“Can I take your dress off?” If he wasn’t breathless before, he sure was now, panting as he waited for permission. “Please, I wanna see your pretty body, baby.”

You managed to nod, propping yourself up so he could reach back and unzip your dress. His fingers gently grasped your sleeves, pulling the forward as the top half of your dress slid off your body. The sound that left his lips made your panties damper than before, his eyes focused solely on your bare breasts. “Oh shit…no bra?”

“Didn’t have one that worked with the dress.” You replied, finding it hard to stare at him head on. Jungkook seemed to notice this, his hands cupping your face again, focusing on your eyes as he spoke softly.

“Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed or anything…you have the hottest body ever. Like, ever. I mean, you just showed me your bare tits and I almost came.” With his admission his cheeks tinted pink, but he didn’t pay any mind to it, instead focusing on you. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me. Okay? I’ll stop right away.” 

His gaze slowly went back to your tits, his thumbs resting just under your breasts, brushing against the soft skin before fully grasping them in his hands. You let out a breathless moan, eyes fluttering closed as you relished in his touch. It wasn’t long after that he had you out of that dress and your panties, being stripped down to only his boxers himself. His face was level with your pussy, lips pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs as he edged closer and closer to the place you needed him most. 

He darted his tongue out, licking a stripe down your folds, before making contact with your clit. The moans you let out egged him on more, pressing his face further into your cunt without any care in the world. The sloppy sounds that came from his mouth on your pussy was borderline pornographic. He used his fingers to part your folds, paying as much attention to your clit as possible. After a few minutes he pulled back, taking a few quick breaths before tugging you closer to the edge of the bed. He noticed the way you were gripping the sheets, how your eyes were screwed shut in pleasure.

“Aww, are you close, baby girl? Does my good girl wanna cum?” He taunted, and all you could do was whine and nod.

Your eyes were glossy as you opened them again, looking down at him to see the bottom half of his face covered in your juices. “Please… Please, wanna cum…wanna cum for you…” You moaned, blindly reaching for one of his hands. 

He got the idea, intertwining your fingers with his as he rested them just above your pelvic bone. He nipped at your inner thigh before licking another bold stripe up your sensitive folds, sucking your clit into his mouth. His tongue flicked over it slowly, steadily changing the rhythm to a pace that would bring you to the edge in an instant. With a few more flicks of his tongue, he had you coming undone on his tongue, slurping up every little bit of juice that leaked  from your hole.

You laid on the bed, limp and breathless as you looked at him, watching him stand up straight and wipe the rest of your juices that were on his face on the back of his hand. “How’re you doing, baby?” He asked softly, kissing your cheeks a few times to make sure you were still with him. 

You hummed softly, nodding as you pushed yourself up, connecting your lips with his in a slow and sensual kiss. Your hand snaked down to his boxers, barely rubbing against his hard-on before he grabbed your wrist gently. “If you do that, I’m gonna cum. And I want to cum while I’m inside you…”

The pout that formed on your face was inevitable, but you agreed, “Fine…but next time, you have to let me return the favour.”

His smirk grew as you insinuated there would be a next time. “Fine. Next time.” He kissed you again, fingers tangling in your hair as he groped your breasts again, groaning into the kiss. “I’m never gonna get over how soft your tits are…wanna fuck them.” He panted, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

A breathless giggle escaped you, “Maybe next time…” He took the answer you gave him, kissing you once more before flipping you to be on your hands and knees, your face pressed into the mattress as he grabbed at your ass.

“Fuck, is there anything about you that isn’t perfect?” When he saw you turn your head and part your lips to respond, he spanked your cheek gently, grabbing it to massage after. “Don’t answer that.”

It almost happened too quickly, he got the condom, slipped it on and pushed into you gently, rocking his hips into yours to make sure you adjusted to him properly. His hand reached under you, cooing at you to part your legs slightly so he could play with your clit. The sensations of his fingers stimulating your clit mixed with the rocking of his cock in you, you were a lost cause. 

“Mm, f-feels…so good…” You moaned into the mattress, feeling him speed up more, probably trying to chase his own high as well. Your walls fluttered around him, making him groan deeply, leaning forward to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. “Yeah? S’my cock that good for your little pussy? Hmm? Fuck, you take me so well…”

You whined, your walls tightening more around him, that knot in your lower belly slowly becoming too much to handle. “F- fuck…K-Kook, m’gonna cum…” You said in a high pitched tone, trying to hold back for him for as long as possible.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby girl. Let go for me. I’m right there with you…” He encouraged you, thrusting into you faster as he kept rubbing your clit. Your moans melded together as you both came undone.

He kept pumping into you until he was sure you were satisfied, a gentle hand coming to your hips to stabilize you as he pulled out, listening to your soft whine. He hushed you sweetly, laying your hips down to the mattress as he quickly disposed of the used condom. He came back to the bed, curling up behind you, nuzzling his face into your neck as he breathed in your scent. 

“Mmm, you’re so pretty…” He whispered drowsily, smiling softly as he heard you giggle. He loved that sound so much.

“Sure, I look so pretty with messy hair and sweat covering my body.” You groaned, shifting to get more comfortable. It was his turn to chuckle, his arms wrapping around you tighter.

“Yes, you do.” The moment of peace was disrupted by the doorbell ringing. He furrowed his brows, looking at you before towards the bedroom door. “Give me a minute, I’ll go see who it is.” He murmured, kissing your temple softly before getting up and pulling on his boxers from before. 

He was gone for a few minutes, quiet chatter echoing through the house, but it wasn’t loud enough for me to hear. You wrapped the sheet around your body, tugging it securely around you as you got closer to the bedroom door. Then you could hear it, Jungkook’s voice stern and low, something you hadn’t heard from him before. But who was he talking to like that? And then you understood…

“I want to see my daughter.”

Baby Girl coming out sometime next week

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Hi your Masterlist doesn’t work 🥲 I was trying to find your fic tattooed hearts (are you still writing that?)

Oh my god I haven’t heard someone ask about that fic in a while😭 so I’m not writing it anymore, it was completed a while ago, but here’s the link to Tattooed Hearts

And here’s the masterlist

pairing: Childhood best friend! Jungkook x Childhood best friend! Reader

Warning: not much? Slight heartbreak, reader being madly in love with JK, JK being oblivious, jealousy, slight angst, fluff

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Was it wrong to be in love with your best friend, even though he has a girlfriend?

I mean, it probably was, selfish even - but how could you not? He had the sweetest smile, the kindest eyes that sparkled every time he talked about comics he loved or new foods he’s tried.

There was an innocence to him almost, one that made him see the world and all the good in it. You couldn’t help the way your heart tugged every time you saw him with his girlfriend, the way he was slightly stiff, always had an awkward smile on his face and did almost anything to keep away.

He met Jia, his girlfriend, in high school. You remember the day he ran to you all giddy and smiley, telling you about the girl he liked.

“She’s so pretty! She has the prettiest eyes, and her hair, god her hair! She puts it into a ponytail and it sways when she walks-”

“Doesn’t all hair sway when people walk? I mean, unless you put product in or something.” You asked, raising a brow as he looked at you with a pout and furrowed brows.

“Jeez, Y/n, just listen! Okay? She’s…different.” He said, but the way he looked away with a small smile made your heart break. He rambled on and on about her, how amazing she was, how funny she was, the fact that he saw her in the hall today.

Of course you supported him throughout his years of dating Jia, you didn’t want to sabotage his relationship no matter how much you loved him. So now, being in university and a….semi-mature person, you decided to put this silly crush behind you.

It was annual game night with all your friends at his dorm, it was a tradition you had started in junior high and carried to now, in university. You walked up to the frat house door, hating the smell of sweat that lingered outside even. You were let in by Jimin, one of Jungkook’s friends who welcomed you with a hug. Walking in further, you could see the small group of people. You migrated to the kitchen to help get some things ready, feeling someone poke your sides. You jumped, a small yelp escaping your lips as you turned to see Jungkook with a big smile on his face. “Jeez, Kook! You scared me!”

He chuckled as he pulled you into a playful headlock, his big hands tangling in your soft hair. Pulling you into a noogie, he peppered your head with kisses, ignoring your muffled complaints.

"Ah, my favorite girl is here! I missed you, Y/n~" He said in a singsong voice, finally releasing you from the headlock. You grumbled and tried to fix your messy hair as he just grinned like a fool.

"Aww c'mon, you know you love my noogies!" He teased, flicking your nose playfully. "Now c'mere, I need my daily dose of Y/n hugs!"

He opened his arms wide, waiting for you to walk into his embrace. He loved you, he really did, you always cheered him up no matter what. Even when he had Jia, they never hugged or touched as much as he hugged you. He needed your comforting presence in his life.

"Seriously though, I'm glad you're here. Game night isn't the same without you." He said sincerely, holding you close and rubbing soothing circles on your back. He nuzzled into your hair, breathing in the sweet scent of your perfume.

“Of course it’s not! You need someone to humble you, who else is gonna do it if not me?” You giggled, pulling back to look at him. There was always this look in his eyes, one that you always thought too much about. It was like a glow, a special shine that happened whenever he saw you - and it made you glow.

Soon enough everyone was called to the living room, sitting around in a circle, you sat across from Jungkook, and Jia…well, she sat in his lap. Glaring. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, looking towards Jimin who was explaining how to play Truth or Dare.

“Doesn’t everyone know how to play?” Namjoon asked, everyone giggling as Jimin hit the back of his head, “No! So let me have my fun and explain. We’re gonna spin a bottle to start, whoever it lands on has to ask someone else a question, then they answer and ask, and it’s just a big circle.”

The first round was simple, Jimin asked Taehyung if he ate his last cookie, leading to a pillow being chucked when he said yes - guess the moral was don’t eat his cookies. Everything was fine, flowing normally, people laughed, someone almost started to cry from how much they were laughing; but all good things must come to an end.

“Who were you with yesterday?” Nora, Namjoon’s girlfriend, asked. And soon enough, everyone was focused on Jia. I could see the way Jungkook pulled back, brows furrowed as he looked at her.

“W-What? I wasn’t with anyone yesterday. I was with Jungkook!” She exclaimed, immediately becoming defensive. It was all a blur - the yelling in the room, the look of anger on Jungkook’s face, and then him dragging her away.

Everything was silent. We all sat there awkwardly, looking at each other, knowing that there was most likely a fight going on behind the closed door of his room. Ten more minutes passed, and Jungkook finally came out of his room, staying silent as he walked past everyone and out onto the balcony. You bit your bottom lip, pushing yourself up to follow after him, seeing his hunched frame over the railing. “I broke up with her.”

A gleam of hope shot through you, knowing it probably wasn’t the best time to have a small smile on your face. You sighed softly, moving to stand beside him, looking at him with gentle eyes. “I’m sorry…”

 "Part of me feels relieved, like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. But another part of me feels guilty, like I just hurt someone who cared about me." He finally looked over at you, his brown eyes searching yours. "You know how much I value loyalty and honesty. And I just... I couldn't continue pretending anymore. Pretending to be someone I'm not, pretending to be happy when I wasn't... I like you. I have for a while, but I was too much of a coward to break up with Jia.”

His confession made your cheeks heat up, a look of adoration growing. He turned to you fully, his warm hands cupping your cheeks, eyes flickering from yours to your lips. He leaned in closer, his lips inches from yours as you lifted your hand to stop him.

“Kook…I like you too…a lot. Since grade school, actually. But…you just broke up with Jia, and I don’t think it would be wise to jump into anything just yet…” You wanted to bash your head in for denying him a kiss, but you knew it was for the best.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, you’re right…fuck.” He pulled away, looking down at his feet awkwardly. You smiled softly, reaching up to cup his face, words soft as you spoke.

“Don’t be sorry, okay? I’ve waited for you for this long…what’s a few more days?” It didn’t matter how long you had to wait for him, you just knew you would. And he would for you.

i want something sweeeeet maybe girl happy father jk?🥺

Cho-Hee was turning two, Jungkook’s pride and joy (apart from you of course), and it was safe to say you and Jungkook were running around the house, trying to make everything perfect.

“Wait, where’s the streamers? Jungkook, I asked you to put the streamers up!” You called from the dining room, looking at the empty window that should’ve been filled with frilly, pink streamers.

You heard a few grumbles, footsteps nearing as you laid out some snacks and appetizers for the guests when they arrived. “I got them, baby,” He said quickly, placing the bag of streamers into the table before grabbing your waist and kissing your cheeks.

You both had been under stress to make sure everything was perfect for your little girl, wanting to give her nothing but the best. Most decorations were put up as she was down for her nap, sleeping soundly in her bed upstairs. When the cries rang through the house, it was clear that everything would take just a little longer to put together.

Once you got her dressed and put her hair into two tiny pigtails, you carried her down on your hip, her little smile growing 10x when she saw her dad finishing with the balloons. A squeal echoed through the hall followed by a constant call of ‘Dada!’ Sometimes you thought that your husband loved your daughter more than you - but how could he not? From the moment you told him you were pregnant he was all over your stomach, kissing it and talking to it. But when he found out he was having a girl…his life before seemed miserable compared to what it would be when she came into the world.

It was a tradition he started, calling her his beautiful joy, that is. That is was how you settled with the name Cho-Hee. It meant beautiful joy in Korean. And your little girl was Jungkook’s constant joy. “Bug! Look who’s all grown up! My pretty little princess…” He smiled, taking her from you, leaning close after. “Please tell me she’s gonna stop growing.”

All you could do was laugh and shake your head, watching your baby girl cling to her daddy and smile up at him like a ray of sunshine. “You know she’s not gonna stop growing, Kook.”

more grumbles escaped him, leaning towards you, nuzzling into your neck. He pressed a kiss to the skin just under your ear, nipping it softly. “Guess we’ll just have to make more.” He smirked, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist.

“How about we focus on the party then talk later?” You suggested, watching how he stomped but agreed, kissing you gently before walking away with your daughter. They would always be your joy.

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Look Around! ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ❦ Eunoia, 18+, She/Her, switching between Jungkook & CoD & JJK

❦ I write NSFW, be cautious of mature themes!

❦ I will update when I choose - do not pressure me to put out more work

❦ I will not tolerate anyone being rude, stealing my work, or being rude to others!

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Masterlist ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Coming soon!

Happy birthday Jeon Jungkook!!!

do you still write for bts?

I technically still do - but I’ve been on a high for CoD for the last while, and I’m doing a major work at the moment for a friend!

I’m always down to write :)

Whenever you read this but, since your ask button wrote that I'm horny and i needn't be shy about it, then I think I'll request a smut ;)

Massager! Jk × fem! Reader, something like that?? Where oc gets a message after a long week but the spa she's at is freaky and gets people naked before the massage,,, and the massagers too are always naked while giving the message👀👀 and obv they end up doing things not allowed but eh, who cares😁😁

Anyways, this might be a lil weird (cause I'm weird) but just frame it according to you I'll be happy with anything 😁😁

babes, I’m here to fulfill your nasty ass fantasies if you need some sexy masseuse action, imma give it to you 🤭🤭

The week had been long and tiring for you, an ambitious and hardworking woman . You had been putting in long hours at the office, barely taking breaks to eat or rest. As a result, your body was sore and tense, and you could feel the stress weighing down on you. Desperately in need of some relaxation and rejuvenation, you decided to treat yourself to a massage at a nearby spa.

Little did you know, this massage would be unlike any you had experienced before.

As you entered the spa, you were greeted by a serene and tranquil atmosphere. The faint scent of essential oils filled the air, and soft music played in the background. The receptionist handed you a robe and instructed you to change into it before heading to the massage room.

Feeling excited and anticipating the soothing touch of a professional masseuse, you quickly changed into the robe and made your way to the massage room. However, as you entered the room, your eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

“The masseuses were all naked!”

You couldn't believe your eyes. You had heard of unconventional massage methods, but this was something else entirely. You were about to turn and leave when one of the masseuses, a stunningly handsome and muscular man, approached you with a warm smile.

'Welcome to our spa, Y/N. I'm Jungkook, and I'll be your masseuse today. Please, have a seat on the massage table, and we will begin shortly,' he said, gesturing towards the table.

Feeling a bit flustered, you hesitantly climbed onto the table, trying to avoid looking at the naked masseuses. However, as he began to massage you, you couldn't help but notice how skilled and talented he was. The tension in your muscles slowly dissipated, and you began to relax under Jungkook’s touch.

As the massage progressed, you couldn't help but let out a few moans of pleasure. Jungkook’s hands were working wonders on your sore body, and you couldn't believe how good it felt. But as the massage continued, you couldn't ignore the growing arousal you felt.

His hands were now roaming over your body, and the touch was becoming more sensual and intimate. You could feel yourself getting wet, and you knew you should stop this before it went any further, but you couldn't bring herself to do it.

Before you knew it, Jungkook’s lips were on hers, and your tongues were dancing in a passionate kiss. You couldn't resist any longer and gave in to your desires, letting JK explore your body in ways you had never experienced before.

As you continued to kiss and touch each other, you could feel the tension building up inside of you. Jungkook’s skilled fingers were now circling your clit, and you could feel your release approaching.

'Let go, Y/N. Let me make you come,' Jungkook whispered in your ear.

And with those words, your pussy clenched, body shaking with pleasure. You couldn't believe what had just happened, but you didn't care. All you wanted was more.

Jungkook, sensing your desire, continued to kiss and finger you until you couldn't take it anymore. You both collapsed on the massage table, panting and sweaty, but satisfied.

Laying there, catching your breath, you couldn't believe what had just happened. You had just had one of the most intense and pleasurable experiences of your life, and it was all thanks to this unconventional spa.

As you got dressed and left the spa, you couldn't help but think about how crazy and erotic your massage had been. And although it may not have been allowed, you couldn't wait to come back for more.

For my horny fellows

Okay - I am so freaking mad right now, I had a story that was ready to be posted, but Tumblr freaking deleted it 🥲🥲

SO in order to make it up to you guys, I want to write something you want. Give me an idea in my inbox and I will write it and make it a series.

I love you all and I promise to post again soon!

Hey!!! Hope you're doing okay!!

Wanted to ask when are we getting the next part for tattoed hearts Cause I'm so hooked on it!!!!

Lots of love

Hello! I actually was dealing with a family issue this week and haven’t been feeling very well. I’m sorry to say that Part VIII was the last part of Tattooed Hearts. But good news, I’ve started another series! It may be shorter than tattooed hearts, or maybe just two parts. All I know is that I had so much fun with my first series that I’m not gonna give that up. I’m going to make many more series in the future and I hope you love them just as much as you did Tattooed Hearts!

Tattooed Hearts Masterlist

Edit: I made this because my tumblr is being stupid and not letting me add the other parts to old posts. I'll keep trying to fix it, but for now this is an easier way to read all parts :)

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

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Pt I

Pt II

Pt III

Pt IV

Pt V

Pt VI

Pt VII

Pt VIII

Taglist: @talyaaas-blog @cassies-cookies @junecat18@jk97bam @bluewarmsunshine @diame93 @bangtans-momma @lil0u0 @borahoe @peterstarkchrishiddleston @telepathytae @apobangpo444 @gimeow @taekritimin123 @butterymin @skzthinker @someone-1997 @kookswifesblog @jjk-1999 @bulubulubulublabla @xo79 @thesmutconnoisseur @nikkinik485 @coldcoffee2121 @jjk97091 @onlybunss @kopiosuam @nanmolla @peachtown @kopiosuam

Tattooed Hearts VIII

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V • Pt VI • Pt VII *** Love was something that no one could control. It was a great thing. Pain was part of love and no one could stop that either. For me, pain was a big part of my love life. Learning what works for you is big; knowing your limits and what your boundaries are. For me, it was hookups. Those were the devil to me. After sleeping with Jungkook and not being able to eat or sleep without thinking of him is when I knew I fucked up. I should’ve known that it was a one time thing, nothing more than a quick fuck. But seeing him show up in front of me, begging for another chance, was what set me off.

About a month passed, Jungkook continuously bringing you flowers and taking you out on nice dates. Not once, not a single time, did he try to make out with you or touch you inappropriately. He was genuinely trying his best for you. So one night when he was dropping you off at your apartment, he did the usual. He smiled, waved you off and made sure you made it safely into your apartment before putting his helmet back on. You were the one that made the move, walking back to him.

“Did you forget something?” He asked you, holding his helmet at his side, about to check the compartment on the back of his bike. He was silenced by you pulling him down to connect your lips. Your lips were gently touching, not some rough and sloppy kiss. It was a slow and sensual kiss.

You pulled away gently, letting your noses brush against each others. “You taste like cherries…” you whispered, not wanting to disrupt the calm environment around the two of you. His strong hands held your waist carefully, fearing that if he did something too suddenly, he would scare you off.

He chuckled and lowered his head to lean his forehead on your shoulder. “You like watermelon juice, yet your favourite lip balm is cherry flavoured. How does that make sense?” He teased you, dragging his hands up and down your sides slowly.

“You know that…?” It was clear from your wide eyes that you were shocked he still remembered that. When had he even noticed you put on cherry lip balm?

“It was the lip balm you put on after our hookup. It was also the lip balm you put on when you came by the tattoo parlour, AND it was the lip balm I saw in your bag at Mrs Eloise’s flower shop. I notice these things, I notice everything that you love.” He whispered, pulling you a little closer.

Your cheeks flushed a bright red, turning your head away and clearing your throat. Pulling away, you felt the sudden loss of warmth from him, “I should…I should go up now…” Your voice held some sort of dissatisfaction, not liking that you had to leave now.

He nodded, letting go of you with slight hesitation. “I had fun. I’ll see you later…” He put his helmet on and got on his bike, watching you walk into your apartment building. Once you were out of sight, he turned on his bike, feeling a vibration in his pocket.

My Girl: Next date is at my place. Friday, 7pm. Don’t be late.

He chuckled, placing his phone back into his pocket. The excitement he felt in his chest was unmatched, not being able to wait for Friday.

*** When Friday came, you had set up your living room with a movie. I mean, what's better than a movie date? The answer is nothing. It was all set up perfectly; popcorn, blankets, random candies you had found in the corner store down the street, and the most important thing...a movie! You hadn't heard of this movie, so it was interesting to see what it would be about.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the doorbell was rung to your apartment. You stood up, walking across the threshold to answer the door. To say your breath was taken when you saw Jungkook was an understatement, you felt as if your soul had been taken. He stood there tall, nothing but a tight white shirt that showed off all his delicious muscles and tattoo sleeve on his right arm. And god, the pants...his pants were tight, hugging his thighs the best way possible, not to mention the noticeable bulge his crotch made.

You looked up at him, taking a deep breath before opening the door wider so he could come in. "You're on time." You said shakily, closing the door when he came into your apartment completely.

He chuckled deeply, "I wouldn't miss this for the world." He smiled down at you, running a hand through his hair. "Looks like you prepared everything already."

"Of course I did! Why would I invite you over if nothing would be ready?" You asked quietly, walking further into your apartment, plopping down onto the couch.

"Maybe you wanted to see me early so you'd have more time with me."

"When have I ever wanted more time with you?"

"How about when you kissed me and wouldn't let my jacket go?" He cocked a brow, "Don't think I didn't notice that."

His comment made your cheeks burn, turning away you patted the cushion beside you. "Just come over here so we can watch the movie..."

His laugh was like music to your ears, he walked over and sat beside you. Once you were both comfortable, you grabbed the remote and pressed play. As mentioned earlier, movie dates were the best. One, they were calming and two, you got to cuddle with your partner...or possible partner. Your back was pressed against his chest, his arm draped over your waist, your ass pressing into his straining cock. When you felt how hard he was, you stiffened, not wanting to say anything. His hand calmly and gently traced circles onto your clothed side, allowing you to relax into him as the movie kept playing. He could feel that you were on edge from being able to feel his hard-on. You should've done your research on the movie before picking it, not knowing it was a horror movie. As time passed, all the movie got scarier and scarier, Jungkook having no reaction to it. Sadly, you were the only one jumping. Your wide eyes were hooked onto the screen, breath getting staggered as your heart pounded against your chest. One of the jump scares making you nearly jump out of your own skin.

"Are you even watching?" You ask, your voice was just barely a whisper.

"I am." He muttered, his voice deep with a hint of...need?

It wasn't helping that you were getting turned on by the feeling of his hard-on pressing against your ass. You turned a little to look at him, he made eye contact with you, gliding his tongue against his bottom lip. You felt his hand go to the hem of your pants, fingertips just barely going under. "Stop it..." You said breathlessly.

"Stop what?" You knew that voice, even if it had been a long time, you knew that voice. He was needy. And so were you.

"You know what...Lindsay could come at any moment." It was still intoxicating.

His nose nuzzles into the back of your neck, "If you want me to stop, just say the word and I will..."

But nothing came out of your mouth, you wanted this. Needed this. Carved this. When he wasn't told to stop, his hand gripped your jaw and forced you to face the screen, "Watch the movie." He growled.

Bad idea, as soon as you looked back, some bloody creature popped up on the screen, making you scream and shrink back into him. Jungkook groaned, feeling your ass dig into his cock, almost blinding him with pleasure and need. His fingers went under the rim of your pants, caressing your soft thighs, causing you to shift with desire from his touch.

"Jungkook..."You plead quietly, asking for something you weren't even sure that you knew what you were asking for.

"This may not end well for you..." Jungkook mused.

"Why?" You asked, slightly hesitant while asking the question.

"You'll have cum leaking down your thighs when I'm done with you." He hummed, reaching forward to play with the lining of your panties.

He pushed your panties aside, his fingers softly brushing against your folds, reveling in the wetness gathering on his fingers. He kept his touches light, depriving you of any true pleasure.

"Jungkook." You bite, your voice more demanding and needy. But all he did was smile, refusing to give you anything else at the moment.

"Keep your eyes on the screen, Y/N, do not make me tell you again." That made your eyes snap to the screen, a gasp being pulled from your lips as you watched the creature slash a person.

Your pussy pulsed, juices gushing from your slit and over his fingers. Jungkook groaned, fighting the urge to plunge his fingers deep into your pussy and feel you pussy clench as you cum all over him. His tongue darted out, licking along your neck and inhaling your intoxicating scent. You tasted so fucking delicious to him. His mouth watered with the need to lap up the arousal soaking his hand. Giving in to your internal plea, he swirls his fingertip over your clit, giving you just enough pleasure to make you lean your head back with bliss. A scream from the movie made her look up again on full alert.

"L-Lindsay could come in..." You croaked, his actions steady and firm. When he pinches your clit, you release a sexy moan from your parted lips.

"Does that make your pussy wet? Hm?" He asked, continuing to rub your clit with his fingers. "Does knowing your friend could come into your apartment at any moment and see you writhing on my fingers turn you on?"

You shook your head, clearly lying as he felt you get wetter by the second. "Having someone see you with my fingers deep in your pussy," He emphasizes his point by pressing his middle finger into you, "It makes you wanna cum all over my fingers, doesn't it, baby?"

He adds a second finger, fucking you in quick and hard strokes. Your breath quickens, moans heightening in pitch as you get closer to an orgasm. His eyes go back and forth between his hand in your pants and your face, loving the sounds falling from your lips. Mid-stroke, he withdrew his fingers and grabbed your jaw with his other hand. He gave you a quick slap to your pussy, enjoying the sudden cry that left your lips as he did so.

"What did I say, baby?" His voice was like honey, but had a secret dark undertone to it.

"W-watch the movie...?" You responded, biting your bottom lip as you turned to look back at the screen.

"Were you even listening?" Jungkook growled, absolutely refusing to touch your needy pussy.

"N-no...I'm sorry..." Something about the apology didn't sound right, why were you apologizing? To keep away the thoughts of confusion and sudden sober-ism from having his fingers out of you, he pushed them back inside of you.

"This sweet little pussy is so needy for my fingers, isn't it? Do you feel how tight you're gripping me? It's so hard to pull them out of you so I can fuck you so good."

You whined and whimpered, nails digging into his bicep. The sting from your nails didn't phase him, his free hand reaching up to your neck. He squeezes firmly, increasing his pace and firmly rubbing your clit. "Jungkook!" You scream, pussy clenching so tightly that he can barely move his fingers anymore.

Your back arches and your head leans back, not caring about watching the movie anymore. You sob loudly as his fingers kept thrusting in and out of you, helping you ride out your orgasm until your whole body is shaking and you're trying to pull his hand away. He gently eased his fingers out of you, feeling you shiver from the loss of being filled. Licking the juices from his fingers, he makes eye contact with you, ensuring you were watching him. When his fingers were clean, he pushed himself up, grabbing your hand to pull you up as well. Once he was standing, he picked you up bridal style, carrying you to your room and placing you on the bed. His breathing was heavy as he looked at you from a distance.

"This is your one chance, Y/N." His voice was rough and deep, deeper than I remembered it to be. "Your one chance to make this choice. The only time I'll let you say no to me. After this, you're mine."

You felt as if your heart would beat through your ribs as you looked up at him. Your mouth opened, slight dread coursing through Jungkook's body as he thought you were going to say no. But instead, you begged. "I wanna be touched. I want you."

A smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, "Strip for me."

"St-? W-what?" You couldn't believe how hot he sounded.

"Come on, sweet girl, don't make me repeat myself. I want to see all of you." Every word flowing out of his mouth goes straight down to your core again. Making you wetter than ever before.

You stripped slowly, almost excruciatingly slow. You stripped until you were in your bra and panties. "Off, Y/N. Show me those tits, baby." It sounded as if he was angry, but you knew he was far from it.

When you were fully undressed, he slowly approached you, like a predator does its prey. He walks until he is pressing his legs against yours. "I'm not going to be gentle. I'm not making love to you tonight, I'm going to fuck you. Show you just how much I've missed this. How much I've missed you."

His lips wrap around one of your nipples when he leans down, a soft gasp leaving you lips as you grasp onto his shoulders. His teeth scrape against your hard nipple, sucking hard. He pushes you to lay you down, climbing on top of you. His fingers make their way down to your slit again, seamlessly gliding over your entrance. He sits on his heels, quickly shedding all of his clothes, coming back down to you. When he presses your legs open, you let him, too overstimulated to even try and fight.

"That's my girl." He groaned into your ear, moving your foot out of the way so he could see your glistening pussy from your wetness. "Fuck...so wet I can see it." He swiped two fingers over your pussy, rubbing those same two fingers over his painfully hard cock. He strokes himself a few times, eyes trained on your sex. He reached down and spread you more, "Such a pretty pussy", He says lowly as he glided a finger over your slit again, but not yet pushing in. "Bet you're gonna be so damn tight, gonna squeeze the cum right out of me."

His words made you squirm, just as his touch did. You felt something press against your entrance, something much bigger than his fingers. The tip of his cock pressed gently. You whimpered his name, that was enough to make him ram his hips forward. There was a slight resistance, feeling your pussy clamped around him tightly. It was more than enough to make you scream, from pleasure and some discomfort. Jungkook dropped forward, one hand on either side of your head, so your hands can finally reach him. He rolled his hips, pushing himself even deeper into you.

"Tell me who owns this pussy..." He spoke in a deep but strangled voice, it was clear he was holding back just a little.

"Y-you do, Jungkook..." You cried.

"Again."

"Jungkook!" You're panting, writhing beneath him. "Jungkook owns it."

He dropped to his elbows, one hand reaching back to grab your hair at the roots. "That's right, baby. This belongs to me." He thrusted again. "All of you belongs to me."

Your neck arches, and he uses the angle to fuse his lips to yours. His lips were warm and demanding; it made you feel claimed. The grip in your hair, his hips slamming between your thighs...it felt like ownership. You kissed him back, letting go of your control completely. Jungkook's tongue licks into your mouth, and you can taste what you thought you lost the first time.

"Kookie..." You gasp, opening your mouth for him. The tugging on your hair makes your core clench around him.

"My sweet fucking girl." He withdraws his cock and licks into your mouth again, "You're mine now, baby." He pushed back in his hips rolling devilishly good into you. "Wanna stay buried in this pussy forever."

He starts slamming in even harder, "Let me in, baby." He reaches down to grasp your leg, yanking it to hook it over forearm. Opening you even wider. "There's my sweet girl. Letting me in so good. So deep."

Your body was on fire, his hips not stopping for a second, arm lifting even more to stretch you more. The fingers massaging through your hair was a big contrast, soft and soothing, compared to his harsh thrusts. "That's it, baby girl. Take me. Feel me."

"I am...I do..." Your voice was broken from how much and how loudly you'd been moaning.

Jungkook's thrusting slowed only a little, "I need you to do one more thing for me, baby. Give me one more thing."

"Anything," You spoke quietly, "I'll do anything."

You could feel his breath on your cheek, " I need you to cum all over my cock."

You couldn't reply, his mouth pressing against yours again. Slower this time. You focused on the feeling of his lips against your, moving with him. Opening up for him. Tasting him. Then you feel his fingers on your clit. You hadn't noticed him move his arm to go between your bodies and it was-...you groaned into each other's mouths as you clenched around him.

"You're so close." He moaned.

"Y-yes..."

He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard enough that you feel it in your nipples. "O-oh god! Kook, I'm almost-!"

The hand that was tangled in your hair flattens against the back of your head, pulling you to him. He supported his full weight on his elbow, wrapping your arms and legs around him, you curl around his body. Shoving your face into his neck, his fingers dance over your clit. He thrusts up into you, his cock bottoming out as his fingers pinch your clit, and you cum. You screamed as you felt yourself clench around him, his hips piston faster.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Squeeze my cock until it's filling you with my cum." He panted, pushing his cum deep into you as you both finish riding your orgasms out.

Exhaustion took over both of you, Jungkook having yet to pull out from you. Your hands flatten along his back, feeling it rise and fall, hot skin under your palms. He burrows his face into the space between your shoulder and neck, making you smile. It was hard to breathe with his weight on top of you, but you didn't want this to end. You worked to get small and short breaths, not wanting to push the tired man off of you. His teeth sink into your neck, making you jolt and all your muscles contract.

"Y/N, you keep squeezing my cock like that and I'm gonna fuck you again." He spoke softly, lips brushing against your neck.

You squeaked at his words, feeling him shift. He pushed your legs up just a little so he could slip out of you comfortably. He places them so that they're still parted as he stands up. "Kook...?"

"Just wait." He spoke gently as he walked into the bathroom. The faucet could be heard, and a few seconds later, Jungkook walks back in, reclaiming his spot between your legs.

He presses a damp wash cloth to your pussy, dragging it through your folds. You hiss at the feeling, "It's cold..."

"I know, baby." He says as he gently wipes you with the washcloth again.

"You could've used warm water." You grumbled, turning your head, but Jungkook grabbed your face to make you look at him again.

"You're going to be sore enough as is. The cold water might help." His voice was soft and soothing, a contrast from how he was talking just a few minutes ago.

He discarded of the washcloth, laying down beside you after, pulling your spent body to his chest. You laid there in silence, basking in the afterglow from your actions. His fingertips traced shapes on your skin, "I love you..."

You froze, looking up at him with a glint in your eyes. "You...love me?"

He chuckled, "Of course I do. I was a fucking idiot back then. I didn't know what I had lost until it was gone. You are not something I want to lose ever again."

You cuddled closer, the feeling of contentment washing over you. "I love you too..."

***

Mistakes do get made. Everyone makes mistakes. Luckily for you, your mistake of sleeping with Jungkook ended up in your favor. You still don't know how you went from crying on your bathroom floor because of him, to crying in bed with him because of how good he treated you. You were his special person. And he wasn't ever going to let you go again.

Edit: Hi Everyone! This is the final chapter of Tattooed Hearts. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I already have some more ideas for future stories, and please don't be afraid to give ideas for a series you want to see in the future! I love you all very much, thank you for all the support for this story. I look forward to seeing you in the future with my new stories :)

Taglist: @talyaaas-blog @cassies-cookies @junecat18@jk97bam @bluewarmsunshine @diame93 @bangtans-momma @lil0u0 @borahoe @peterstarkchrishiddleston @telepathytae @apobangpo444 @gimeow @taekritimin123 @butterymin @skzthinker @someone-1997 @kookswifesblog @jjk-1999 @bulubulubulublabla @xo79 @thesmutconnoisseur @nikkinik485 @coldcoffee2121 @jjk97091 @onlybunss @kopiosuam @nanmolla @peachtown @kopiosuam

Can u remove the other onlybuns and add this one to the taglist for tattoed hrtz

I might just be blind, but I can’t see the other one…

but I’ll add this one and if my eyes decide to become unblind, I’ll remove that one

Hii! I was wondering if you could add me to the taglist of tattooed hearts? Thank youu! :))

heckers yea :)

Hi!! Can I please be added to your tag list for Tattooed Heart??? 🙏🏽

Heck yeah :D

Can I please be added to the tattooed hearts taglist😩💕?

of course, darling 💜✨

can i be added to the taglists of tattoed hearts?

100% yes.

Hello!!! Is your offer still Valid about

" ACCEPTING MAFIA! BTS X READER request" !?!?

it is! But it could take me a little while to get it out, due to my focus on the final part of tattooed hearts!

but I will definitely do a request if you’d like @valsworldofcreativity!

Can I be added to the tag list of Tattooed Hearts?💕

Absolutely 💜

RESULTS ARE IN

Seems like you guys wanted a happy/smutty ending for tattooed hearts and I shall deliver. If it doesn’t come out this weekend, I will post it later next week. I hope you guys are excited for the final part :)

Hello all! I’m so sorry for not posting for Tattooed Hearts in a while, I’ve had an accident with a close friends family and was taking some time to be there for my friend who had a parent admitted to the hospital. Everything is okay now and I’m ready to get back on my feet!

so I had a big question for you all…

feel free to leave any extra other ideas or desires that you have for the fic! This won’t be my last one…😏

Can I be added to the tag list of Tattooed Hearts?😩💘

hell yes 💜