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love stream ♡ jeon jungkook au (1 of 2)

summary | jeon jungkook is your local playboy with a secret love for live streams of his favorite cam girl, you. what happens when you come across your biggest fan and he’s a little slower than you thought.

warnings | himbo!jk x camgirl!y/n, AGE GAP 4 years [reader 21, Jungkook 25], DOM/SUB THEMES, switch!Jungkook, switch!f reader, butt play, anal play, masturbation (f and m), mentions of a form of sex work, riding, oral (f and m), handjob, cunnilingus, raw sex, he pulls out, doggy style, sweet Jungkook, fluff, soft/rough sex, pet names, pet play, bunny!Jungkook play

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“Fuck.”

He shook his head, staring down again at the screen squinting his eyes and leaning down for a better view. His eyes traveled back to his surroundings, loud music blaring and flashing lights blinding him. He looked to the people he came with, lip pulled between his teeth as he tugged on the arm of the woman he came with, “I’ve gotta get going, something came up. Want me to text you when you can come over?”

What? The girl thought staring at the meathead in confusion, “Wait, why can’t I just go over now?”

He looked away trying to find the exit before looking back down at his phone. What the fuck was this, you weren’t supposed to be streaming today, you just went live last night. Hence why he was coming out to get his fix of one night stands after being worked up by you. He shook his head, he could either get real pussy tonight with the girl or he could edge himself watching you then invite her later tonight, “Sorry, I gotta pick up a friend from the station. I’ll text you when you can come over if you’re still up for it.”

When he got home he made a beeline straight to his bedroom, slammed his door shut, and sat on his gaming chair. He quickly typed everything in and let his foot tapped anxiously against the floor scared that you’d be off soon. His heart raced when he saw the green dot next to your user,

•cyberbunny69 is online! ‘surprise live!’

Yes! He got here just in time, he leaned back in the chair with his hand behind his head and the other relaxed on his stomach as he watched closely. Your middle finger ran between your pussy, sliding past your clit and between your folds that were starting shine with a thin layer of sheen and wetness. His eyes immediately flew to the red ink just where your hip bone is and the crease of your thigh began on your pelvis. He still couldn’t believe the tattoo.

Your fingers were long and your nails manicured as something about the way your hand looking running over your cunt had the bulge in his joggers building. His fist was near his mouth so close to pulling it into his mouth to sink his teeth in as he was lost in the sight of you sprawled out on your bed. Your head was thrown back and elbows keeping you up but your legs were completely spread and your tits were out. The black funny bunny ears stuck up and the small black ball of fuzz adorning your ass twitched with your movements.

He ran his free hand over his pants, hissing at the feel of how hard his dick was. Listen, he was proud of what he was gifted with, a big cock and amazing stamina. He knew what it could do and he also knew it usually took more than a little teasing to make his member this hard and this quick. Don’t get him wrong, he always managed to sport a half when in a good groping sesh, but this? He wasn’t even in the same room as you and his cock was ready to blow! And let’s just say he wasn’t always like this. If it weren’t for that day…

“Listen, I’m not trying to sound like a creep but I know it’s her. I swear if I see the tattoo tonight on her stream I’m gonna tell you I told you so!”

Was it really you? To him you were just a client coming in for a tattoo. Honestly he had absolutely no idea who you were other than what his coworker Sungho was currently telling him, “Look up her username and just watch, see for yourself.”

He was currently trying to convince sweet ole’ Jungkook that you were a camgirl. He says he’s seen your streams and Twitter, that he just knows it’s you. Jungkook was really tempted to believe him too, it’s not like he watched that shit anyway, he actually gets laid. Still, he found himself struggling to form sentences when you’re in front of him laying down on the chair. It was all starting to make sense though, the tattoo, the placement, the persona.

Fuck, he still couldn’t believe he put a tattoo on your body. The same body currently on his screen sporting the infamous red tattoo he put on you before he even knew who you were. Damn, he can’t believe he used to make fun of Sungho for not getting laid because he was watching this stuff. Now he understood the pull.

What he did not expect tonight was for the masculine hand that cupped your face away from the camera, he pushed his thumb past your lips and you whined around his hand. Jungkook went to the comments immediately, everyone seemed to know who it was but he’d only been watching your streams for a couple weeks now and he’d never seen the person before. The man was built, muscular yet lean and tiny, he had a clear ‘nevermind’ tattoo on his side and it almost distracted him from the way you two made out.

And he never pegged himself as the type, but he just gotoff by watching a girl get fucked by another girl live. What he really should’ve done was answered the text from the girl he’d gone to the club with.

mi-rae: do u still want me to come over?

Instead, he went stalking on your Twitter again, looking through all your lewd photos and creating his own version of you in his head. Now can you imagine his horror when he liked a tweet, completely unaware that he wasn’t on his secret account and instead on the one with the user, ‘Jungkook.97’ he quickly unliked it and through his phone onto his bed.

It’s fine, you probably wouldn’t even see it and even if you did you couldn’t know who he was. He highly doubted you remembered his name since he tatted you weeks ago. Trying to convince himself it was no big deal he got ready for bed, going under his covers and trying to sleep it off. And when he woke up the next morning to an Instagram DM from a certain account that had reached out to him weeks ago for a tattoo, he knew he was in for it.

@y/nl/n: this u? [attachment added]

Fuuckkk. He was caught lacking, caught in 4K. This has never happened before. He doesn’t do the sliding, he gets his DMs slid into. The very rare few times he’s shot his shot are when he’s horny and nobody is trying to jump his bones yet, usually it’s pretty easy for him to get laid even when he doesn’t make a move. He tried to ignore it all morning as he got ready to go to work but he couldn’t. He would find himself looking at his phone mid session and lose focus, he had to respond.

@jungkook.97: uhhhhhhhhhhhh

@jungkook.97: I was hoping u wouldn’t see that

@y/nl/n: I’m always on my phone :P

It wasn’t until after lunch that you responded and he was rushing to see what you said. He swiped away his other notifications and quickly typed a response. He froze seeing your name appearing next to the word ‘typing…’

@y/nl/n: u free later for drinks?

Huh? You wanted to go out for drinks? You caught your tattoo artist liking a photo of you naked with a clear hickey on your thigh near the tattoo and wearing white lace lingerie on Twitter. You weren’t at all freaked out or at the very least blocking him on all platforms? He put a tattoo on your body! The same body he’s paying a crazy monthly subscription to see just because he knew what your pretty face looked like in person?

Maybe this was a setup, maybe you were going to publicly shame him for being a perv and his life wouldn’t be ruined. But he just couldn’t miss up on the chance to see you in person, see what you were going to say, and if you could look past all that and sit on his face hehe. That was just being hopeful though. Nevertheless, he spent the rest of the day checking the clock and rushing home to look less like he’d just worked all day and went to the address you provided him. It was a small bar, not too big but enough privacy that you two sat in a booth across from each other under dim light and Soju bottles between you. He was nervously chewing up whenever little snack they put in front of him for the drinks and avoided looking at you.

When he did look at you it became extremely harder to meet your eyes. He was too nervous to keep his act up and found himself blurting everything, “Look I seriously didn’t know who you were or what you like to do on your free time when I tattooed you! I didn’t know till after so then when I saw the tattoo obviously I was mind blown and I’m sorry but I promise I’m not a creep!”

“Right so about that,” you laughed nervously brushing your hair out of your face, “I had a feeling that might’ve happened if I got a tattoo locally but I brushed it off as me being super self centered and assuming everyone could recognize a little common tattoo. I did not expect my hot tattoo artist to spot it though, maybe a hook up but definitely not you.”

His eyes widened leaning forward hand pointing at himself in shock, “You think I’m hot? Cause I think you’re hot and I actually thought that when I did a session with you but that would’ve been unprofessional.”

You smiled, had he really just acknowledged the part where you said he was your hot tattoo artist? He was hot, you thought so when he was tattooing you too. You know how hard it was to have a hot man so close to your cunt in a non sexual way? You went home later for your stream and you had already been all worked up. Then you thought about sliding into his DMs but you don’t chase, you attract so you refrained yourself from doing so. And technically you did because if he hadn’t liked your post first you would’ve never slid into his DMs and asked him out. You don’t do the chasing. “Is it weird thinking of the tattoo now?” You asked him wondering if it was indeed weird since he’s the one who did it but he immediately shook his head.

“It’s the hottest thing ever knowing I did it and all the compliments it gets and then I have actually seen your face in person and everyone in the comments just wished the—“ he stopped himself. You stared at him with hooded eyes and long lashes that had him reaching for the Soju and taking a drink, “ Do I sound like a creep?”

“Only just a little but I kinda like it,” you sighed checking the time on your phone, “Okay well apparently I’ve gotta go for a call so why don’t we just end it here?” He watched you take money out of your bag while he fumbled for his own wallet.

You gave him a smile and kiss on the cheek in goodbye, “Text me if you wanna try this again.”

He went home and stalked your Instagram this time and imagine his surprise when he passed by your birthday post from a couple months ago holding ‘21’ balloons and smiling. You were young, younger than the girls he usually went for but you seemed mature and put together. There was about a four year age difference between you get you made him nervous instead of the other way around, what even was that? Going further down the rabbit hole of your posts be found himself stalking the guy from last night too. It was hard to miss the ‘nevermind’ tattoo in a beach picture with you and he went to his profile instead. He assumed you two were friends just cause you were in most of his posts. We’re all your friends in the cam business? No, some he found on OnlyFans.

You honestly weren’t any better. When you left for a call it wasn’t a complete lie, you really were on a call, “Are you thinking about me daddy?” You were currently on a call with a subscriber. He couldn’t see you so you just laid on your couch stalking your tattoo artist’s personal page and following him. The man on the phone was groaning into your ear but you were too distracted gawking at the guy on your screen.

“Are you touching yourself baby?” The man asked and you moaned out a yes. You weren’t. You were trying to figure out if Jungkook was a taken man, would he be watching your streams if he was? Probably, men are sluts. Especially men built like Jungkook oh so deliciously muscular and tatted with a cute face. From his Instagram account you could tell he had a lot of female friends mostly taking up all of the comment section and hyping him up like he was a God. He looked like a fuckboy but the best kind, and that playboy was currently DMing you after following you back.

@jungkook.97: u gonna slide that phone #?

@y/nl/n: if u say please

@jungkook.97: pretty please with a cherry on top?

That’s how he got your number, literally made to beg for it but he didn’t mind. He tried to play it cool for a couple days, he didn’t reach out to you just yet but the second time he watched your stream he pictured you thinking about him while you fucked your fingers into your cunt. Or maybe he pictured his fingers fucking you, struggling to pull out with how you clenched around them and covered them in slick. Mmm, he bets you tasted sweet too. You always brought your fingers to your mouth afterwards for a taste.

And he also caved on Wednesday, he had gone too long workout actual pussy, almost a week and a half! So he had to call Mirae after one of your streams and let’s just say the neighbors complained. He fucked Mirae like his life depended on it and though he tried to be in the moment it was hard to ignore the images of you that flashed his mind. Mirae was too whiny, he used to like that about her though. He liked that he could always tell what would work with her or any of the other girls he fucked but for some reason he kept imagining what you’d like. When you fucked your friend—Jimin, he learned—you were quiet almost. You let out little whimpers and let him do whatever. He was rough with you and that’s usually how Jungkook was but who knows. He wouldn’t mind fucking you gently to hear all the little noises you’d let out.

jeon jungkook: what do u say we try and go out for drinks again downtown tomorrow night?

Did this count as asking you out? Would you see it that way or would you think he just wanted to fuck. And to clarify he did want to fuck but it didn’t have to be now, it could be whenever, he’ll wait like a good boy.

you: is this a date or just to fuck?

you: I don’t like being surprised

jeon jungkook: whatever u want it to be

you: pick me up at 10

Oh okay. Yeah, cool he can do that. He will do that. No, he did do that. 10:00pm on the dot. It was a Saturday night and downtown was booming with club goers. He’d actually turned down an invite from some girl tonight to go see you. You came out in a black mesh top, a black leather skirt, and heels. You waited for him and he looked down at you confused before it dawned on him. He hopped out of the car, ran over to your side and held the door open for you.

“What a gent,” you touched his cheek and for some reason it had him flustered as he rounded back to the driver’s side, “I like that you’re on time, I don’t like waiting.”

He thought back to the time he was forty minutes late for a ramen appointment with some chick was and he had to lie and say his dog had to go to the vet. In reality he’d gotten too busy playing Overwatch and lost track of time. Today all he could think about was tonight so obviously he was gonna get here on time, and honestly even a few minutes early but he doesn’t need you knowing how desperate he was. “I wouldn’t make you wait,” Jungkook muttered putting his seatbelt on, “Not you anyway.”

Downtown was packed so he had to park the car in a garage. He kept you close while you exited, couldn’t have you being snatched away from him and considering all the looks you were currently getting it was possible. His hand was on your back, finger inside the belt loop of your skirt making sure you stayed by him. You let him take the lead for now walking you up to the line and passing into the club with ease as he pulled you even closer, “What do you want to drink? I’ll go get it while you get the table.”

“Surprise me,” you told him with a teasing smile and he nodded running off. Surprise you? How was he supposed to surprise you when he couldn’t even tell what you’d like? Did he know what you pussy looked like? Yes. But your drink type? Hell no. Fuck it, he’s getting you bottle service.

“Jungkook!” He turned, a big smile on his friend’s face as he came to him, “How come you didn’t tell us you were coming out? Who’d you come with?”

He let Hoseok pull him into an embrace as he walked back to your table, “Well, I’m here with a girl.”

“Cool! Where at? We’ll join you.” “We?”

“Yeah me, Yoongi, Soo-Ah, Yeaun, and Jia.”

Yikes. He shook his head at the mention of Yeaun. Let’s just say they have history. And by history he means she got mad that he didn’t want to date her after they fucked. “Let me talk to her first, k?” Jungkook tried to find a way to leave and he was off, just in time for the bottle service to start for you. Your brows raised at him, surprised he’d do this and it brought a big smile to his face, “Surprise enough?”

With you standing it made it easier for his hand to find its new home on your waist. You let him pull you in front of him and clapped whenever the girls did tricks with the bottles. You almost didn’t see the group of people coming to your V.I.P table. Jungkook cursed under his breath as Hobi approached, “Damn you got a table too!”

Your brows furrowed looking at them all and then to Jungkook who had an embarrassed expression as he pushed his face into your hair whispering in your ear, “I’m sorry, they’re my friends but I’ll kick them out.”

“It’s okay,” you said as they all began to file in taking up the seats. Jungkook huffed in annoyed as you and him were pushed to the edge but you didn’t seem to mind and found purchase on his lap much too his excitement and surprise.

“Who are you?” One of the girls asked you out of the blue. You looked over to her, she carried a tight expression and pursed lips. Jungkook opened his mouth to speak but you just smiled, “I can ask you the same, I’m Y/n.”

You could see her nostrils flare and you were too confused to notice why. Jungkook’s hands were on your lap securing you to his as the girl spoke up, “We’re friends with Jungkook.”

“Yeaun be nice, Jungkook’s here on a date,” Hoseok cut in and Jungkook swears he could slap his older friend on the side of his head. If he knew why did they still insist on crashing? You leaned back into Jungkook to further your point and he was living for it. You fit on his lap perfectly and your perfume was making him dizzy with lust. His face was in your neck not caring that the others were around as he pushed a soft kiss along the dip of your collarbone.

“Jungkook doesn’t date,” Soo-Ah piped in laughing, oh, they were going to try and make you the butt of their jokes tonight. Jungkook looked up glaring at her as the girls tried awfully to hide their giggles.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Look, if you’re goin—“ “Good thing we were about to leave to go fuck at his place.” He looked over to you when you cut him off. Everyone had their eyes on you as you stood up grabbing your things and Jungkook followed after you like a puppy promised a treat. He didn’t even give the guys a response when they called for him he just left with you. And he was going to charge his friends for the table since they managed to crash his plans.

You waited for him outside and he was quick to join you and usher you back to his car spitting out all sorts of apologies, “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t invite them. They probably thought I was joking an—“ he opened your door for you as you went in not saying anything. He sighed, great he done fucked up his chances.

“Let’s go to mine for drinks, can’t promise we’ll do anything more,” you had told him and trust he was content enough with that. You didn’t look at him once as you led him upstairs and he didn’t exactly mind when he got a good look at your legs and as—

“Make yourself comfy,” you ordered him as you swept your hair up and picked up the hair clip that had been on your entrance table. He looked around the apartment as he did just what you told him. It was definitely your style and he’s not sure why but he expected some hints of your camgirl stuff everywhere too. He could see a door open and from there he could see your infamous bed. He sat on your cream colored couch and watched you come back with Soju and water. You sat next to him not caring about your skirt riding up.

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier I swear I didn’t invite them,” he huffed out still annoyed from earlier but you just smiled and served you both the alcohol. You shrugged your shoulders, “It’s fine. I wouldn’t have invited you here if I thought it was your fault. I really just wanna know what questions you have for me, I’m sure you’ve got some.”

He nodded clearing his throat, “Do you like bunnies?” Huh? Your brows furrowed, that definitely wasn’t the first thing you thought he’d ask. Nodding your head yes he smiled wide, “Not to toot my own horn or anything but I’ve always been told I look like a bunny.”

“I can agree with that,” you picked up your cup as you complimented him and he nodded clearly content, “I used to hate it but now it’s whatever.”

“I like bunnies, they’re cute and fluffy,” you told him leaning into him and he did the same trying to close the space between you, “I think you’re cute too Kook, can I call you that?”

“Uh huh,” he breathed out as he looked down at your lips, “Um, er, does it make you uncomfortable that I’ve seen your streams?”

Your head tilted to one side dropping all your hair down your shoulder, “I don’t think I’d do it if I got uncomfortably with people seeing it.”

“Why do you do it?” He asked abruptly hand falling down to your thigh just trying to get closer, “I mean, why’d you decide on trying it out?”

You shrugged lifting your hand to the back of the couch where you could feel the end of his hairs and moved to run your fingers through the ends much to his liking, “It’s an easy job for a college student. I decide how much I’m online, who I work with, what I do.”

“You’re in college?” When you nodded he did the same, “Is that a problem?”

“No. No! I’m just a few years older than you so I wanted to double check, is that a problem?” “Why would that be a problem, bunny?” You asked combing his hair with a smile when he leaned into you, “Do you wanna kiss me? Cause I wanna kiss you.”

“I wanna kiss you so fucking bad right now, can I?” His big, sparkly, doe eyes were boring into yours begging for permission that you easily granted him with a nod of your head. His eyes fluttered shut as your lips met his, soft and plump just like he’d imagined. The hand in his hair was driving him insane and when you called him bunny? He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, too cute, too hot. He was eager in closing the space between you and his large hands found your waist and pulled you into him. Your tongue poked out first licking along his lower lip until he gave you the access you needed and your tongue slid against his own both pressing into each other and gliding along the sides.

He couldn’t help but groan into the kiss already feeling his excitement from having you so close. It’s crazy how everything is unfolding but he’s definitely not complaining. His face scrunched in need followed by a grunt at the way you sucked on his bottom lip as you pulled back. He followed after you wanting to bring you back into him but you just laughed pushing a finger against his wanton lips, “I think we should call it a night.”

Huh? “Huh?” He asked, clear pout evident on his face as he sat back looking down at you and what you wore. You had the prettiest expression on your face and he just wanted to gobble you up. You shrugged standing up to fix your skirt, “This was a date, right? I don’t fuck on first dates.”

He stood up nodding his head but he was so obviously down because of it. You stood next to the open door, and he whined, “But—“

“Sorry Kook. I just don’t like competition especially for a man and those girls tonight seemed pretty salty you went with me. So unless this wasn’t a date and you just wanted to have sex. We can do that but I can’t promise I’ll see you again if we do,” you were making it ultimately impossible for him to get what he wanted. You were okay with hooking up but if you did you wouldn’t want to see him again? What the fuck was that? That’s not how this is supposed to go. You’re the one who’s supposed to beg him to be with him not the other way around! His pout didn’t disappear when he put his shoes on or stood in front of you not ready to leave yet, “Just one little kiss goodnight then.”

You stood on your tiptoed and brought him down to you and he eagerly took whatever you gave him before he was led out the door and alone in the hall. He wasn’t even to his car yet when his phone was blowing up and hoping you had a change of heart he rushed to go through it.

hobi: srry for ruining ur date :/ we all told Yeaun no but she insisted. send the bill for the table and we’ll pay since u left

hobi: did u get laid at least? that chick was fiiiiiine as hell

yeaun: called it an early night. wanna come over?

mirae: I miss u come see me :(

you: since u looked so upset when u left <3 I added a little something for u bun [attachment added]

He answered Hoseok and swiped out the other messages when he got to his car. As he waited for his engine to warm he opened your message and groaned throwing a mini tantrum in his car and looking up at your birthday wishful and deeply regretting leaving. It was a picture of you in your silk pj shorts with your butt showing underneath and your arm was the only thing hiding your boobs from his view in the mirror photo. And not to sound gross or anything but he liked that he got to hang with you without fucking; God knows it’s been a long time since he hung out alone with a girl and it didn’t end in sex.

He did hate that you left him with blue balls but he still drove straight home instead of with the two girls inviting him over. He kept thinking about what you called him, bunny, mmm he did not expect to like that but he really did. Bunnies are cute and he doesn’t think he’s cute, he’s a man so he’s hot, but he did enjoy the attention you were paying him so he didn’t mind it. It even made his dick jump a little when he looked at the photo and your text where you called him bun.

“You probably left him with blue balls, asshole! I would hate to be in his position,” your friend, Jimin, said over FaceTime, “You think you’re gonna fuck a hot chick only for her to turn you down? Why’d you let him take you out then?”

“Because if he just wanted to fuck cause he’s seen my vagina on camera I didn’t want to waste my time. Now I know he’s willing to wait so that must mean he’s interested?” You shrugged laying back on your bed. Jimin nodded, “Or determined. Ooo, I wonder what will happen when he realizes how hard it is to date someone in the same profession as us.”

True. It’s the main reason you don’t really date. Jimin isn’t like you though, he’ll get a girlfriend and when they find out you’re one of the girls he’s fucked on camera they break up with him. And you promise you’re not into Jimin like that, he’s just the one who took you in and showed you how to do everything. You’ve only had sex a couple of times and only when requested by your subscribers to do a collab, and not gonna lie it’s awkward as hell.

And Jungkook was starting to realize how hard it was and he wasn’t even officially dating you yet. For one, he’s gotta watch your streams where you touch yourself and mention the word ‘bunny’ when you whine probably [hopefully] talking about him and knowing that he can’t do anything about it. Or reading all the comments he used to ignored of people talking about you in the most lewd ways and acting like he’s not even the smallest amount of jealous when you pay a little too much attention to someone else as if he hasn’t gone out for drinks with you twice already.

On top of that he’s trying to ignore every other girl who hits him up. He’s trying to stay clean and save himself until you’re ready. He doesn’t want you turning him down because he can’t keep his dick in his pants. It’s been hard but he’s doing his best, and his best is using your streams and his fist to get him off. He texting you every day, at all times asking what you were up to and honestly it was kinda cute. It was like having a needy little puppy who feeds off your attention and took whatever you gave him and essentially he was. He’d call you at night when you weren’t busy and you’d find yourself talking well past midnight where you both couldn’t stay up any longer. Even then he’d go to sleep with you asleep on his laptop.

Also, you’re starting to grow nervous yourself. At first it wasn’t too difficult since he was hot and clearly into you but now that you’ve gotten to know him you’re afraid you like him. It’d be fine if you didn’t meet the way you did because that meant there was something you needed to talk about before deciding how far you’d take this little fling. So, you invited him over today even though you’d be live late. He was happy enough just hanging out in your bedroom while you finished up homework. “Can I get another kiss?” He asked standing over you as you did your work. He sat on the bed behind you and rested his cheek on your shoulder looking up at you.

You turned your head enough for him to lean in and your lips connected again. He smiled into the kiss as he pulled back only enough to end it but his lips still brushed over yours. With a sigh you turned away making a pout form on his face. He slumped back lip pulled between his teeth nervously at your change in attitude. Were you tired of him? He’s been in a couple relationships before his longest being a year but they were under different circumstances. Usually he was the lead but with you he found himself doing whatever you asked so he really couldn’t tell how into him you were, if you were into him at all for that matter.

“Kook,” you took a deep breath pushing your laptop away and turning toward him, “Let’s talk.” Oh no. “Okay,” he sighed.

“What are we?” You asked directly and it took him off guard. What do you mean? He blinked trying to think, “Whatever you want us to be.”

“That’s not what I’m asking,” you shook your head, “I’m asking you what are we? I want your answer, your own. Tell me what you’re thinking.” How do you not know?

He bit his lip, “Well, I wanna have sex with you and go out with you but if that’s not something you’re into then… that’s okay.”

“Is it?” You asked raising your brows and he shook his head with a groan, “No! If you don’t wanna date me I’ll probably fucking cry because I’m that crazy about you.”

“Yeah but, do you think you can handle it?” You asked, “I’m not going to quit just because I’m going out with you.”

“You’re gonna go out with me?” He immediately perked up and you rolled your eyes reaching for his hand, “Keep up bunny. I’m saying I wouldn’t quit streaming just because I’m in a relationship.”

“T-that’s fine, I can’t expect you to,” he gnawed on his bottom lip. He already knew that would be the case but still he found himself overthinking it.

“Men are gonna comment some nasty stuff, you sure you can handle that?” Not really. He’s been trying to but you weren’t even dating yet and he was already jealous over it. He nodded, “As long as I’m the only man who gets to see it all in person, I’m talking about Jimin too. I’d feel weird knowing my girlfriend is sleeping with someone else when I’m right here.”

You rolled your eyes but ignored the fact he knew Jimin. You forgot you’d brought him live once and Jungkook must’ve done his research. He bit his bottom lip, “And I wanna be here whenever you go live.”

You chuckled nodding your head, “Really? It gets pretty… intense.”

“I know, but I think it’d help me not feel jealous reading those comments knowing I’m right here with you.” “Well I go live tonight.” “I know.”

“Then I want a kiss from my hot boyfriend—“ and he was on top of you not caring for your laptop or textbooks and tackling you down in a needy kiss as you laughed, “Wait, wait!”

And this is the first time in Jungkook’s history that he’d be dating a girl he didn’t fuck first. It almost meant you couldn’t fuck right away since you were going live soon and it only built up even more anticipation inside him. He was excited though since you said he’d help you get ready for tonight’s stream and so far everything looked amazing.

“What do you think? Pink or white?” He looked down at the things you set out in front of him. The bunny ears and butt plugs before him like it was no big deal even if it made his dick jump in excitement. He’s never seen in the pink ones so he spoke out quicker than he meant to, “Pink.” You agreed and began looking for an outfit. When you had everything you sat on your bed and quickly got changed right in front of him. Maybe this was going to be harder than he thought cause now you were naked and he couldn’t even do anything about it. You pushed your hair behind your ears, “Now Kookie, I’m not trying to weird you out but I am gonna do something not all that appealing.”

He stared down at the three inch pinky fuzzy plug in your hand and he swears his mouth began to water. You were gonna what now?

Okay. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought, seriously. Right now you’ve instructed to sit back on your desk chair out of the camera’s view. He was already growing in his pants, it was hard not to when the girl he just called his girlfriend and the girl he watched every week get herself off were one in the same and directly in front of him. You were in a blush pink mesh bralette with little hearts covering your nipples. Your underwear was the same blush pink material and a heart was just over your pushy. He couldn’t see the tattoo yet considering you were dressed but when you got up to show your outfit it took everything in him not to groan out loud. Your underwear had a heart shape cut out where your ass started and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen since all you could see was the ball of fuzz peaking out. He couldn’t wait to take you shopping and buy you things he’d kill to see you in—but only for his eyes.

“Who’s shoes are those in the back?” You read out loud quickly turning and finding Jungkook’s big slippers by your door. You smiled as you teased the camera pulling on your bra strap letting it slip off your shoulders. He’d almost forgotten he was actually here with you right now and not watching you on his laptop. You were beautiful and presented for him in person while the others had to see you through a screen. He was living his inner fanboy moment when he finally listened to what you were saying, “Those? They’re my boyfriend’s.”

He looked over to you as unclamped your bra and took it off teasingly. You flashed him a smile and he had to bite on his fist to keep from groaning. You read through the comments, “Is he here? Yeah, he’s just watching. Will he be on live? No not today, we haven’t talked that far.”

Fuck. Were people asking him to go live with you? Did they want to see him fuck you and were you up for it? He never realized how much he’d like that till now. He visibly gulped as you took your perfect boobs in your hands, groping at then and pushing them up against each other looking over to him every now and then. He couldn’t help but bring his hand down over his growing bulge, biting hard down on his lip when you let drool pool around your mouth and he watched as it trailed down to your tits where you began to rub it in covering them in a sheen. He was in heaven, seriously and he couldn’t help but pull the zipper of his jeans down. You watched as your boyfriend began to palm at his growing erection in your presence and it brought a smile to your face. You played with the ends of your underwear wiggling your hips more than necessary to get them off but you knew your subscribers would like that.

It didn’t take long for his cock to be in his hands. He pulled his shirt up to expose his abs and to say you were surprised would be an understatement. You’d felt his chest before through his shirt when you were making out but to actually see how far the tattoos went and how muscular he actually was? Now that was just the cherry on top. Your underwear were wet with slick when you pulled them off kicking them to Jungkook who eagerly took them. He knew you were doing this for your live but it felt like it was all for him. He held your soiled underwear to his face, eyes threatening to roll as he stuck his tongue out to lick at the patch. He could almost taste you on his tongue and it had his thighs shaking.

Your hand was between your folds now teasing up your entrance and around your clit. Your other hand was cupping one of your boobs and squeezing just how he imagined doing so himself. He could see your toes curl every time your middle finger pushed into your entrance only never making it inside. If anyone would ever tell him he’d be sitting back watching the girl of his dreams touch herself in front of him and he couldn’t do anything about it he’d probably laugh in their face. Now he’d probably be asking for a rope to really make sure he can’t touch you yet.

“How many fingers today?” You asked the camera and he found himself biting on his lip to keep him from telling you he’ll fuck you himself. You tried to acknowledge as many responses as you could and made an attempt to comply with them. Your first finger to go inside your tight cunt was your middle finger and you made sure to rub your clit on every flick of your wrist. He held your underwear tighter against his face inhaling your scent as he got himself off to the rhythm of your hand. When your ring finger joined your middle you let out a gasp and your head fell back. He imagined himself between your legs right now doing all the things that you’d like but unfortunately he was still using his hand despite being here with you.

It didn’t take you long to get close to the edge, you’ve been doing this long enough to know what worked and didn’t work for your viewers and how you could reach your orgasm quicker. Jungkook fisted his cock messily to the sound of your moans, hips lifting off your chair here and there when he tweaked his own nipple not caring if you’d catch him doing that. Maybe he wanted you to see anyway. He let go at the same time you did but unlike you he kept it to himself while you made a show of it. When he caught his breath he stuffed his cock back into its restraints despite being half hard still and tried to focus on you. His shirt was still up on his chest and he fingered the cum that painted his abs as you tried to pay attention to your live instead of him. He knew you liked it so he rubbed it into his stomach despite how gross he might’ve thought it was weeks ago.

“Alright well once again thank you to all my wonderful angels and I hope to see you all again the next stream,” you were saying your goodbyes and Jungkook was standing up not caring that his jeans fell and actually kicking them off even more when you looked up at him warily, “Don’t forget to boost this live and you can go ahead and watch it again on my channel with the membership! Uh, I think I’ll end it he—“

Jungkook closed the laptop and you reached for the camera making sure it was off. You slipped your eye mask off as you looked to him. He looked like a predator ready to catch his prey when he hovered over you on the bed grabbing your chin and bringing you to a forceful kiss. You moaned into the kiss still a little sensitive as he kissed down your body hungrily. “You have no idea how hard just watching was for me,” he muttered against your neck as his hands roamed your sides around your thighs and he was moving down, kisses between your breasts and stomach.

“You should be used to it,” you teased running your hands through his hair as he groped your sides, “Want bunny ears?”

His head shot up, “First, yes I am used to it but you’re my girlfriend now so I could actually touch,” he looked at your pink bunny ears in thought, “Second, yes I want bunny ears.”

You giggled shooing him back as you went to get the black bunny ears that would blend in his hair. He was kneeling on the bed yanking his t-shirt off when you came back in, little fuzzy tail wiggling with each step. You jumped onto the bed legs wrapping around his as you tried to put the ears on his head while he tried to keep you up and not grind up into your bare pussy. You looked up at him, “Give me a kiss.”

He complied laying you back down, sliding between your legs kissing you softly, he moved down your body again and you whined, “A kiss, bunny. I want a kiss.”

“And I’m gonna give you one but down here,” he kissed your rib cage down to your hip. He looked down your hip, a groan escaping his lips as he caught sight of the red ink. The same red ink he put on your body himself only wishing he could’ve been able to follow. The words ‘bite me’ just over the crease where your hip and thigh met and with your legs up he was able to kiss along your skin until his mouth drew open and nibbled your thigh making you giggle, “Sorry I had to.”

His bunny ears moved a little when he dipped down to your pelvis kissing on your smooth skin not yet to your clit yet. Your hips wiggled and he smiled dipping down to the hood of your clit nudging it with his chin as he got comfortable between your legs, erection flat against the bed. He ran his chin down to press his nose against your exposed cunt and you had a newfound appreciation for bunny noses like his. You bucked your hips into his face but he didn’t stop his teasing. You felt the tips of his fingers begin to push against your folds and pulling them back to give him even more room to work with. You tugged on his hair a little too hard but he found himself biting back a grunt as he looked up at you with fucked out eyes, “Hurry up bunny.”

With your lips spread apart he was able to gently flatten his tongue along your wet, cum covered, cunt and lick a strip up to your clit. He moaned against your cunt letting his tongue lap up your old release in ecstasy. You were bunching the covered in your hands and his eyes caught the action letting his tongue dip into your fine and nose brush against your clit. His eyes rolled as he tugged on your wrists and secured it into his hair and forcing you to pull. When you got the hint and tugged he took a deep breath and flicked his tongue quicker. Your legs were up m, knees bent and shaking and it urged him to apply pressure onto your wet oust and shake his hand with your wiggling hips.

He held your thighs on his shoulders as you took control bucking your hips and fucking his tongue. He reached over them to hold your pussy lips back sucking harshly on whatever release appeared in front of him. It sounded nasty, the sucking sound of his lips on your cunt and anytime he went too down he nudged on your plug making you moan, “Yes! Right there bunny, more, please!”

He went faster, nose rutting against your clit while his tongue licked along your inner walls trying to bring you closer to release but he was so close to cumming again on his own that he’s not sure how much longer he could eat you out without letting go himself. He pulled his mouth away with a gasp for air and you bit your lip at the sight of drool or wetness connecting his mouth to your core still. He spit down on your pussy making you twitch and he was crawling up your body again.

He was tugging off his briefs licking your neck, “I need to fuck you, right now.” He was messy, placing kisses all over your body and face as he struggled to yank them off. You covered his face with your hand pushing him back gently, “Slow your roll Kook. Come here.”

He whined, cock still bumping into your pussy and trying to get some friction by grinding against you instead, “Please, I am so worked up Angel.”

“But I want your dick in my mouth,” you looked up at him with innocent wide eyes catching him off guard and making him sit up almost immediately. You sat up watching him nod eagerly as you pushed him back just enough for him to need to put his hands down to keep him up. His feet were still under his butt and he sat back on his haunches but he spread them apart letting his cock spring free and right to you.

You were teasing, raking your long nails along the ridges of his abs and down his visible V-line making his stomach tense with anticipation and excitement. His hips tried to push his cock closer to you but you pushed them back down, “Nuh uh, you gotta stay still bun.”

He groaned rolling his eyes and whined, “Why!” You spit on his cock making him wince as you brushed your nose against the length of his stuff dick. You let your tongue licked a strip up the side and down between his balls making him bite onto his lip when you ignored him. When he looked down at the way you arched your back and wiggled your ass making the tail move he was bucking his hips again groaning when you flicked his inner thigh in warning. He apologized and looked back to you, your tongue stiffened as it traveled back up and prodded the slit on his cock. He could see his pre-cum release on your tongue while your hands took hold of his member and using the spit as lube you worked him up and down.

“Baby, please I love this,” he whined when your tongue flicked his slit faster going further around his tip and letting it soak in drool and pre-cum, “B-but I need to be inside you, ahh fuck—“

You took him into your mouth without warning and he hit the back of your throat. You visibly gagged and let your jaw open wider as you let him fuck your throat, hips stuttered as he continued to apologize, “I’m s-sorry, I’m gonna cum please…”

He was towering over you keeping your face pushed as his knees dug into the mattress for support as he tried to fuck your throat. His eyes locked on your tail wishing he could tug on it but he knew he couldn’t, instead he ran his hands over your back trying to keep you there but it was short lived, “Fuck, fuck, fuc—hey!”

You giggled as he whined but his hips still twitched. Your hands were gripping his base, squeezing too much fin to release but he couldn’t when you sat up, “Don’t you wanna cum in my pussy?”

Shit. He let you push him back, legs coming out in front of him and snuggling into the pillows, “Are you sure I can?” He was looking at you with lips parted and a soft expression hands guiding you to sit on his lap. You nodded as you reached into your nightstand taking the bottle of warm lube out of it. He watched licking his lips as you squirted some onto his cock rubbing it in making him wince, “Please, do so—“

He’s cut off by you sinking down onto his cock abruptly, both your moans combining up in the air. With all the lube you applied and the stretch you gave yourself earlier on your own live had done enough to make the glide into your pussy easier.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he whimpers when you just tighten around his dick, sliding up and down on his cock. “Baby, fuck!” How were you so tight? The second he felt the ring of your hymen he was holding his breath with how warm and tight you were. He could feel every bump and texture and it felt like your inside were quite literally sucking him in.

For a second you had almost forgotten about Jungkook, too lost in your own pleasure over how well he filled you up. When you looked down at him you were surprised to find his brows knitted together almost looking in pain making you come to a complete stop unaware of your unintentional cock warning making him growl. “What’s wrong?” You asks, voice laced with worry.

“Nothing,” he pants, relief relaxing your body. “I just- shit, I wanna last longer for you, and I’m not gonna be able to if you keep doing that-”

This time it was your turn to feel confused and you held yourself up to keep himself from fucking into you, “Doing what, bunny?” He whined trying to get you to take him in again. You did as he wanted warily and he was knitting his brows together again, “Squeezing so tight, feels like my dick’s gonna be stuck.”

He’s so good with his words despite looking slow, his words drove straight to your cube and he smiled when he felt it twitch onto him riding your hips. You leaned down letting his hands grip your ass as he guided you. You reach up to kiss him, gentle and sweet. “My perfect, good bunny.” You praises him. He wanted to turn you over and fuck you with those words rough and needy since he was so close but your words drove him insane. Why did he absolutely love you riding him like your life depended on it?

“Fuck, I can’t Y/n,” he pushed you off shaking his head as you felt onto the bed with a squeak. He made your hips go up and pushed your face into the mattress, “I have been dreaming about fucking you for weeks now and I can’t wait anymore,” He responds before rudely thrusting his cock into making you yelped.

“Ahh,” your face was in the bedding as he slapped your add letting out a growl again pounding into your sopping cunt. He was so close, he’d been thinking about this for weeks literally watching you fuck your own pussy wishing it was him so what was he supposed to do?

Your moans are doubled when he starts rutting into you leaning down aso he could cup your breasts twisting your nipples between his fingers and playing with your tits.

“Oh my god- Jungkook!” He yanked on your hair making the bunny ears limp to one side as his band fell over his eyes. You were pulled into his chest as fucked you from behind feeling your tail rub against his pelvis,“Come for me, please, Y/n, please,” he begs sweetly before kissing your neck using all his efforts to make you cum, his own dick about to burst.

His arm wrapped around your throat and you gripped his forearm, nails digging in creating a burning sensation that had him hissing along with the pleasure shooting through him from the way your pussy clenched. He lifted his bunny ears fixing them as he sniffed your neck and pulling you back onto his lap as he sat back. “Fuck!” You yelled out his name, hips stuttering as your release painted his cock with cum, his lap being too sticky with spit, cum, and lube. He let you fall forward panting tiredly and he eased himself out of you still hard and angry.

He lied down next to you on his back while you were still with your ass up crashed down on the bed. He kissed your shoulder, his bunny ears hitting your face and you smiled. You let your hand go to his cock again still sticky and wet from all the liquids you’ve protruded and used it to begin to pump his cock. He was whining again, face in your neck, “Plea… please.”

“Please what, bunny?” You asked leaning down to kiss his hair as your wrist found rhythm and your fist tightened and loosened at the right times, “You fucked me so good but you still haven’t cum.”

He nodded agreeing with you all pouty faced again and it warmed your heart. You never got to be this soft with guys. If they watched your lives they commented degrading things pushing you to submission but you didn’t mind it. You just always wanted to be the one taking the lead. You liked that even though he was big and intimidating he was really just a big soft boy wanting to be told he’s doing his best. “Cum on baby, let go,” you urged him as he kept nuzzling his face against you and you were practically spooning him now.

He nodded little whined coming out as he let go abruptly, spurts of cum covering your hand and his stomach. You smiled warmly as he tried to grab your arm and pull you toward him to kiss. He hugging trying to pull you as close to him as he could and you let him basically drag you around into whatever position he wanted to cuddle you in. You managed to take the plug out when he was too distracted and felt much more comfortable in his arms now. He kissed you softly, “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had and the wait was worth the hell you out me through.”

You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration. First of all you didn’t making him wait that long it’s not your fault he was fucking his fist to you way before you reconnected. Who knew you’d be fucking your tattoo artist and biggest fan?

“Also, I wanna fuck you live.”

Huh?

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sooo late update but I just had to post this now. I loveee the idea of himbo jungkook lolll and I thought this would be cute but a little nasty.

there WILL be a part 2 but it’ll be the final part.

#jeon jungkook #bts #bts smut #jungkook #jungkook smut #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #JK

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Mean!

pairing: nerd!jk x f. reader

genre: college au, smut [18+]

summary: Failing psychology was all part of your plan to get Jeon Jungkook to tutor you. 

wc: 1.2k

request: could you write mean nerd tutor jungkook? 

warnings: mean!jk, fingering, oral, uh mention of coming (fast in theory) like a virgin (this isn’t to be offensive, jk is just mean)

date: March 16, 2022

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— like i want you [m] | jjk.

◦ summary ↠ setting your nerdy best friend up with a girl from your class was the biggest mistake you ever made.

◦ pairing ↠ jungkook x reader (namjoon x reader for like a second)

◦ word count ↠ 5.4k

◦ genre ↠ smut, angst, fluff

◦ content warning(s) ↠ best friends to lovers, nerd!jungkook, fuckgirl!reader, college au, suggestive/explicit content, swearing, praise kink, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, light dirty talk, oral sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, fingering, orgasm denial, pet names, very slight humiliation kink, breast play

a/n: first upload! i hope u guys like :D

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"Netflix and chill, my ass. If he likes Batman so much, why doesn’t he just go fuck him instead?” You sighed vehemently, eyes rolling at the mere thought of the disappointment of a date you had last night. You were in the living room of your old studio apartment, pacing back and forth as you ranted to your best friend Jungkook.

What seemed like what was going to be the best sex of your life, had gone to waste—all because of Batman. Yes, Batman.

The boy’s name was Namjoon Kim. You crossed paths with him a few times across campus and heard your fair share of rumors on his supposed flawless performance in bed. You’ve heard girls gush over his ‘monster cock’ and how he knew exactly where and how to please them and it all sounded far too tempting. You couldn’t help but take on the offer when your friend, Mina, offered to introduce you to him.

He specifically stated that he wanted to Netflix and chill with you but when it came to it, there was practically no chilling—just Netflix. Sure, the two of you did make out a little but he cut it before it could get any further. If he could sleep with all these girls, why not you? Now you were stuck at home, adding yet another tally to your mental board of days fraught with unbearable sexual frustration.

Your mind had been in such a complete daze that you had forgotten about your best friend sitting right before you, listening intently to all your meaningless talk.

“Isn’t he just trying to be respectful? Maybe the guy’s just got some class.” Jungkook questioned, head tilted to the side in confusion. He often called you nit-picky for your taste in men, and he was probably right.

"Respectful? I’m not sure I’d say that.” You threw your head into your hands, remembering that surely wasn’t the case. In fact, the boy’s hands lost themselves under your blouse a few times as you were making out. But you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at his inability to go any further with you. "Yeah, maybe he's a nice guy, but honestly, I just want some dick." Jungkook chuckled, trying to hide his cheeky smile.

You plodded onto the couch beside Jungkook and locked your eyes with his before continuing.

"… Don't you ever get a little horny?"

"Huh—I mean, yeah, I guess." Jungkook's cheeks flushed in an instant, stumbling upon his words. "Obviously I get horny and uh—watch porn, but I haven't really wanted someone like that for a while..." You cringed at the thought of your best friend jacking off, quickly diverting your thoughts from the visual that was being painted in your mind. Yeah, you were close, but you never really asked about that side of him. He knew a whole lot about your sexual encounters, but you never really got the chance to listen to him talk about any of his, if there were any.

"Now be honest, when was the last time you got some?" You inquired, raising an eyebrow as the reds of the boy's cheeks became radiant along his skin.

"You know... back when I dated that girl in our junior year of high school. The super short one with bangs." You recalled the petite girl that used to follow Jungkook around school. You caught them alone together multiple times but you never would've thought that they'd have slept together.

"It's been that long? Come on, you gotta do better than that." You nudged him, pulling your phone from your jacket pocket. "Look, I'll find you a girl right now." Jungkook snatched your phone from your hands and shut it off before placing it back down on your lap.

"Hey, I'm not like you — I can't just sleep around with people like that. I'm way too shy and you know that,” Jungkook avoided your gaze. You could tell this conversation was making him nervous, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

He wasn’t the most expressive person but you somehow managed to get things out of him. When you first met him, he was the same. Always seated tightly in the back of the class, a book in his hand. He was the token “quiet nerdy kid” that every class had. You were assigned to sit next to him in your pre-algebra class and somehow the two of you, despite being polar opposites, became the bestest of friends. Who knows where the two of you would be now if you hadn’t been seated where you were. Though the loved the boy with your whole heart, you did wish he’d let himself loose at times too.

“I’m not telling you to sleep around…” Before you could finish your sentence, Jungkook rolled his eyes, knowing it was exactly that. “—hear me out, there’s this one girl that’s been eyeing you for a while. You’re a lot more popular than you think.” Jungkook‘s eyes shifted to you for a second, slightly intrigued, before darting straight back to the floor.

Gaze still directed to your marble white floors, Jungkook stammered quietly, “W-What’s her name?” You giggled to yourself. He was excited about this and it was written all over his face. His flustered expression and wandering eyes gave it away.

“Jennie Kim.”

His eyes widened momentarily. She was one of the prettiest girls in your class and he did admire her from a distance from time to time. Her body was said to be “chiseled by the gods,” every curvature seeming near-perfect.

“You’re joking, Y/N.” Jungkook scoffed. He didn’t want to believe it and find himself caught in a potential prank you were pulling on him. This hesitance was soon put down as you passed him your phone to him, displaying various text messages of the girl swooning over him. “There’s no way…”

“See! You totally have a crush on her!” You playfully punched Jungkook’s arm.

“It is not a crush, I’m just shocked she likes me.” He affirmed. “… but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try and talk to her.” You turned to Jungkook, placing your palms upon the soft fabric of his shirt, one on each shoulder.

“There’s a party tomorrow night. Message her and ask if she’ll be there.” You advised the boy who was visibly anxious. “But you gotta flirt and talk to her first, okay?” Jungkook nodded slowly, though it still felt unclear to him.

“I’ll figure it out. I gotta go now though, I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?” Jungkook said before propping himself off the couch. His hand dove onto your scalp, ruffling your hair up in circles before speeding out the door, giggling. He really hasn’t changed has he? You chuckled to yourself.

The evening of the next day, you sat before the vanity in your room, fixing up your makeup and hair. You had already agreed to go to the party with the guy from your last date, Namjoon, and you were hoping for something more than just a heated make out session—as amazing as it was. He was hot and smart and honestly, such a catch. You couldn’t help but feel excited for the night to come, despite the disappointment you were left with after your first date. You had higher hopes for this one, fingers crossed that things would go at least a little further than last night. As considerate as it was of him to wait, he left you a horny mess.

Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you sent a text to Jungkook to remind him of the party, but it seemed he was already on his way there. For someone that would show an hour after nearly every hangout or event, you were shocked. You texted a quick, ‘omw’ before heading out.

The house belonged to the president of some fraternity at your university, Taehyung Kim. You weren’t too close to the guy, but the two of you saw each other often at parties. You thought you were wild, but he was on another level. You didn’t mind it though.

When you arrived, you searched the crowd of people for familiar faces. The room reeked of alcohol, heat filling the air from the friction of people’s bodies rubbing against one another. The kind of atmosphere that’s strange at first but feels somewhat natural at the same time. You tried to fit yourself though the thinnest of gaps between people, finally making your way out as Taehyung popped right into your vision.

“Would you look at that? My favorite person’s here!” He swung his arm over your back, the boy’s inescapable scent of alcohol consuming you. The two of you knew very well that you weren’t close but you were sure it was simply the alcohol speaking on his behalf. “Can you pleaaase come drink with me? Tell Jungkook to join too!” The boy pouted, hands cupping your cheeks. You chuckled at Taehyung’s foolish behavior, lightly petting his fluffy brown hair.

“Hey, I’d really love to but someone’s waiting for me.” You politely turned down Taehyung’s offer, slowly tearing his arm off of your shoulders. You strolled away swiftly, scanning the crowd yet again. Your eyes finally landed upon Namjoon, the face you had been longing to see. He was leaned back against a wall, arms crossed. As you maneuvered your way over to him, you noticed Jungkook standing beside Jennie in the distance, arms laced with hers. He raised his hand up to wave to you with a bright smile, but as you were about to wave back, Jennie called his name, instantly diverting his attention. You didn’t think much of it, returning your attention to the tall man in front of you.

Namjoon’s cheeks lifted with a smile as soon as his gaze met yours, placing his hands on your waist to engulf you in a warm hug. He was wearing a button up shirt, most of it unbuttoned to showcase his abdomen and it definitely made you feel things. You placed your hand on his chest, letting your fingers wander the depths of his skin.

“I’m glad we got to meet again. You look really hot.” Namjoon smiled, evidently admiring the way your dress hugged your waist. The neckline dipped low enough to show off your cleavage and Namjoon couldn’t seem to get his eyes off of it. “I couldn’t get you out of my head since we last saw each other.” His voice was deep and raspier than you remembered it.

“You look amazing too.” You responded, hands sliding lower down his shirt.

“You’re a bold one huh?” He smirked, hands lowering down your waist. “I can do that too, you know?” Chills ran through your skin as you felt his hands make their way down to your ass.

“Do it then.” You bit your cherry tinted glossed lips, watching Namjoon’s eyes constantly fixing onto them.

“Fuck, can I kiss you?” He pulled your body closer to his and you could feel his length touch your stomach through his pants. You nodded, as he instantly placed his lips on yours, massaging your ass as he did so. When the two of you pulled away momentarily, you noticed Jungkook seated on a couch with Jennie at the edge of the couch, practically on his lap. His hand was caressing her thigh and something about the sight made you feel weird inside. Jungkook made eye contact with you and averted his eyes almost immediately, an expression of annoyance and sorrow appearing upon his usually soft features. Was he upset at you? A strange feeling began to pit within your stomach. Jealousy. As a friend or as a woman? You weren’t sure yet.

"You okay?" Namjoon held your face between his fingertips, shifting your face back toward him. You grinned back at the boy.

"Yeah sorry, I got a little distracted—" You uttered, being cut off by a peck to your lips.

"Don't worry, okay?" Namjoon reassured, arm locking around your waist. He leaned toward your ear, rubbing the smalls of your back. "I really wanna fuck you right now." He whispered.

The two of you didn't waste any time as Namjoon had locked his grip around your wrist, leading you to a room. He pressed your delicate body onto the bed before attacking your lips with his own. He kissed a trail down your body, gripping at ends of your dress. He looked up at you, to which you nodded. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but you wanted to get your head off of things.

Even with Namjoon right in front of you, touching you, the only thing on your mind was Jungkook with Jennie. You were the one who set them up, there’s no way you could be jealous … right? You snapped back to reality, scrunching your eyebrows up in discomfort at the thoughts currently circling through your mind.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Namjoon lifted up your dress to reveal your floral white laced panties. He stripped the white buttoned shirt off his body before pressing his fingers against your clothed folds. His fingers rubbed the sensitive area in a circular motion as you bit your lip, trying to hold in your moans that were soon reduced to small whines.

"You can let it out, I wanna hear you moan for me." Namjoon asserted. Something must've been wrong in your head because all you could think of was what Jungkook was up to. Your best friend. Maybe he was already having sex with Jennie by now. You were fine with it before, but why did it bother you now?

"Y/N?" You were broken from your thoughts by Namjoon who looked up at you with a puzzled look. Your eyes were welling up with tears, swelling up. "You don't look too okay—sorry if I was moving too fast, uh, we can stop if you want—" You lifted yourself up from your laying down position.

"It's not that, I just don't wanna do this to you." You tugged your dress down and stood back up onto your wobbly feet. "I'm really sorry," Your head hung low as you rushed, fighting back tears. Namjoon tried to follow you out as he threw as his shirt back on, losing you in the crowd of people. Namjoon turned back, falling into the vision of Jungkook who seemed to be staring darts into his soul. With only the sight of you running away from Namjoon, Jungkook could only assume something had happened. Quickly excusing himself from Jennie, he ran out the door and followed behind you.

You hurriedly let yourself into your apartment, sinking into the soft cushions of your couch. You couldn’t help but wonder what Jungkook was doing right now. Images of him fucking Jennie were all that flooded your head. How could a measly childhood crush from so long ago affect you like this? You were aware of your past feelings for him, but you never thought you could still have any left. It took seeing him with someone else to realize that.

A text sound dinged through your phone. You grasped your phone in your hands, staring blankly at the blue message displayed on your screen.

Bunny Boy

Hey, you okay?

[Sent 11:07pm]

You shut off your phone screen, flipping your it over, backside facing upwards. You tried to close your eyes but were interrupted by yet another ding.

Bunny Boy

I'm outside.

[Sent 11:12]

Soon after receiving Jungkook’s messages, you heard knocks at your door. You sprang up from your couch, slowly making your way to the front door. You pressed your face against the door, poking your eye into the peep hole. There stood Jungkook, nervously tapping his foot against the carpeted floor of your hallway. The ambiguous expression on his face left you apprehensive, hoping things would be okay between the two of you. His face was painted with worry and annoyance.

Your hand hesitantly wrapped itself around the silver handle of your door, debating on whether you should let the boy in or not. You weren’t sure if you could face the reality of the situation, but it sure wasn’t very mature of you to ignore it either. You couldn’t avoid him forever. He was your best friend after all. You mustered up all the courage within you and twisted the door open in one swift motion.

Your eyes dropped to the floor, only allowing yourself to the view of Jungkook’s black boots. It felt like there were strings physically restricting you from lifting your head to meet his eyes and the feeling was suffocating.

"...Can I come in?" Jungkook questioned in a soft voice. To ask such a question seemed unnatural to him, considering the unlimited access he usual had with your apartment. He'd usually pop in and out whenever he wanted, earning his fair share of scoldings by you for invading an adult woman’s privacy. It seemed he avoided doing so after noticing the apparent tension between the two of you. You nodded without a word, turning around into your apartment.

"Why are you crying?" Jungkook pulled your body to face him, lightly brushing the tears off your cheeks with his thumb. Feeling his skin on yours sent chills through your skin.

"I really don't wanna talk about it, it's embarrassing." Your quivering eyes couldn't even build up the strength to look the boy in the eyes. You felt small standing before him, a side of yourself you hadn’t shown to him in a reaaally long time.

"Embarrassing? Does that even apply to us?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I've heard every little embarrassing thing there is to know about you. I won't love you any less, you know?"

"Love?” You muttered the word under your breath, in an almost annoyed tone. Jungkook’s eyes lifted to meet yours, softening as soon as they did.

"Yes Y/N, I love you.” Jungkook reassured you, with a smile. "I don't even need to explain what an amazing friend you are to me." Expecting a grinning response back from you, Jungkook's smile faded when he noticed your facial expression grow even gloomier than before.

"Not in the way I love you.” The sentence was barely audible, only loud enough for you to hear it. You couldn't bring yourself to speak up, fidgeting with the imbedded design of your dress.

"Huh?" Jungkook's beady eyes widened for a second, returning to a more puzzled expression soon after. He couldn't seem to comprehend the words that had just left your lips.

Not wanting to repeat yourself, you simply shut down the conversation, "Forget it, I just wanna be alone." You turned away from Jungkook, feeling a dropping feeling in your stomach. It was an indescribable feeling, a feeling you just wanted to disappear.

"—but what if I did?" Jungkook turned his head to you, boring into your nervous eyes.

"What if you what?" You gave the boy a puzzling. You felt Jungkook take your hand in his, the warmth of his own slowly encasing yours.

"What if I loved you too? In that way?" Your heart throbbed in your chest. "What would you do then, Y/N?" Jungkook stepped closer to you, the gap between your faces becoming smaller by the second. His large hand lifted your face up to meet his eyes, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Are you sure you know what I mean?" The innocent gaze on your face brought a small smile to the boy's face.

"Does me saying I’ve had a crush on you for the past seven years help you understand a bit more?" The ends of Jungkook’s lips slowly curled up into a smile as your lips parted in surprise. “So you were upset because you like me?" He asked.

"I was just a little jealous... that's all." You avoided his gaze in embarrassment. You had never felt this weak in front of Jungkook before.

"Jealous of Jennie?" A laugh escaped his mouth. "She is not really my type to be honest."

"Not your type?" You questioned. "I don't know a guy that doesn't want her.” Your lips turned to a pout.

"Maybe other guys might want her," Jungkook proposed. "But I don't, not like I want you." His eyes turned dark as he looked you up and down. He edged himself closer to you until your back hit the wall behind you. You felt Jungkook position his hands on your waist, lips lowering to your neck.

“Can I?” Jungkook’s desperate eyes lifted to meet yours. Unable to get a word out, you nodded eagerly.

He didn’t hesitate before allowing his soft, wet lips to make contact with your skin as a small yelp escaped your trembling lips. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sound that you made. You felt Jungkook smile against your skin, soon pulling away from your neck to place a soft peck on your lips.

"Don't be shy, Y/N. I wanna hear those pretty moans of yours." Your breathing was heavy. He could feel your chest rise and fall with every breath. "Think you can do that for me?" You nodded in compliance. You felt Jungkook's hands brush against the underside of your thighs, gripping at the both of them to lift you up and around his body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, placing your hands behind his neck. You leaned toward the boy's face, attaching your demanding set of lips onto his.

"I want you so bad Jungkook," You whispered into his ear, allowing him to feel your warm breaths sink into his skin. "Please fuck me."

The two of you were connected, both mentally and physically, pressing your starved bodies against one another. Jungkook brought the two of you to your room, gently placing you onto the fluffy sheets of your bed. Your back was pressed to the bed, the boy hovering right over your figure.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to see you like this." Jungkook kissed your neck, lightly sucking on the skin.

"A-Always?" You questioned, a bright red blush smearing along your cheeks. Your usual sexy and confident self had completely vanished. This felt different. The butterflies that airily frolicked within your stomach turned to explosions of pleasure.

"Those cute little skirts you wear, all those times you get real close to me without noticing—you think I don't feel anything?" Jungkook kissed further down your chest, cupping one of your clothed breasts in his large hands. “You’re such a tease, Y/N. You deserve a good fucking, don’t you?” Hearing such vulgar words come from who used to be your cute nerdy boy best friend was beyond surprising. The arousal that began pooling within you in response to his vulgar words, was even more.

“You’re so hot Jungkook,” Hearing the sentence come from you brought a grin to the boy’s lips. He felt his pants grow tighter around his crotch, his desire for you increasing by the second.

Seeing your flustered face and the view of your amorous eyes beneath him, Jungkook took the hem of your dress between his thumb and index finger, lifting it to your stomach. Jungkook pressed two fingers onto your exposed white panties, damp with your arousal. You shuddered at his touch, releasing a small whimper in response to the stimulating feeling of your heat. Jungkook noticed the wetness on his fingers, slipping them into his mouth.

"You taste so good, princess. I've been missing out, huh?" Jungkook praised, pressing his finger back over your clothed pussy. He began to rub in circles, sending pulses of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your moans grew louder in volume, while only made him go faster. "You're such a good girl, Y/N. You like that?" The pitch of Jungkook's voice raised slightly as he teased you.

"Aah—y-yes, I lo-ove it." Jungkook chuckled at your inability to speak, so overwhelmed by how he was making you feel.

"Yeah, feels good doesn't it?" You nodded repeatedly, unable to speak or think of anything but your throbbing pussy. Suddenly, Jungkook stopped the movement of his fingers, watching as you looked up at him in confusion. "How about I take off your cute little panties? It'll feel even better." Jungkook was amused by your eager nods, progressing further. He took the waistband of your panties in his fingers before slipping the thin fabric right into the air.

“I want you so bad, Jungkook. Just fuck me already.” You whine, lifting the ends of the boy’s shirt, him tearing the rest of it off of himself.

“Be patient kitty, I’m getting there.” Jungkook slowly inserts his slim, long fingers into your throbbing pussy. It needed him. “Look how wet you are already.” The teasing and almost degrading tone of the boy only made you want him more. Jungkook slipped his fingers in his mouth, licking the excess wetness of your pussy from his lips.

Without wasting a second, Jungkook returned to pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy that was nearly sparkling with arousal. Your whines and cries filled the thin walls of your studio apartment. Your neighbors were the last thing on your mind at the moment. All you could think of was the exhilarating feeling of pleasure that was being shot throughout your body.

“J-Jungkook, faster, please!” You pleaded, thrusting your hips unto his fingers, slamming them into your g-spot.

“What if I slowed down? How would that make you feel princess?” The pace of Jungkook’s fingers grew slower, but your whines were getting louder.

“No—please don’t—ah!”

“Your pretty little moans only make me wanna stop even more. I wanna see you be needy for me.” Jungkook removed his fingers from the pool of moisture between your legs and right back into his mouth. “That’s enough for now Y/N, I’ve got something else for you.” The boy growled, hands lowering to grip onto his belt. In one swift motion, his belt was on the floor, pants being torn down soon after.

Your lips parted in surprise as you watched your best friend’s cock spring up. His palm was wrapped around his length, giving it a couple strokes. His eyes panned between you and his hard cock as a drip of precum edged its way out of his tip. It was bigger than you expected—yes, you might’ve wondered what his cock looked like before—but it was far prettier than you had imagined. It was the perfect shade of pink and had just the right amount of curve to it.

Jungkook got onto the bed, hovering over your half-naked body. He pulled the rest of your dress up over your head, flinging it to the side. “Fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes were locked on your tits for a few seconds before diving right in, suctioning his salivating mouth onto your right tit. His left hand fondled the other, pinching and pulling it at the nipple. You could feel his teeth graze against your skin, his tongue painting circles around your now hardened nipples. Your breaths were heavy as your hand passed through the long strands of the boy’s fluffy black hair, lightly pulling at it.

The view of your best friend‘s mouth locked onto your chest was an image you could’ve never imagined seeing before your eyes. You’ve always been able to acknowledge that Jungkook was an attractive man, but you’ve never seen this side of him. You loved how he could take such control of you, get your panties soaked with a single touch.

Jungkook removed his lips from your breasts, shifting himself further over your body to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You felt the tip of his erection twitching against your stomach, gasping at the sudden contact.

"You're so fucking cute, Y/N." Jungkook whispered, his heavy breaths hot against your ear. "Let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours now, yeah?" You nodded keenly as Jungkook extended his hand out to you. The black inking laced throughout his arm bulged atop this veins that poked out so perfectly from his skin. You set your fingertips into his palm, allowing him to flip your body over into a doggystyle position. Your hands clung to the silky soft linen of your bed, startled by the unexpected transition. You could feel the warmth of Jungkook's body behind yours, his erection brushing against your ass.

“J-Jungkook—“

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Jungkook reassured, fingers tracing shapes down the skin of your back. He continued upon hearing you utter a breathy ‘okay.’ His large hands slithered down your back and lowered to your hips, to which he gripped onto. Jungkook carefully edged his hungry cock into your glossy folds.

His hold on your sides grew tighter upon entering you. His member slowly slid out of your entrance before pumping right back in. He fit in you so perfectly, as if your pussy was made for him. Jungkook could feel your pulsing walls close around his cock, fastening the pace of his thrusts. The sounds of his low moans with your unrestrained mewls blended together like music, accompanied by the sound of your skin slapping against his.

“You’ll take my fat cock for me like a good little slut, right?” All you could do is whimper in response, biting your lip to suppress the moans that were threatening to release from your trembling lips. “Moan louder for me kitty, don’t hold it in.” You obliged, allowing yourself to moan and cry aloud.

“I-I’m close—Jungkook, fuck!” You screamed, unable to hold it in any longer. Jungkook thrusted faster and harder into you, repeatedly slamming his cock against your cervix. Your moans of his name were reduced to gibberish, unable to generate a single thought in your mind beyond him.

“M-Me too, ah, I’m gonna cum—“ The milky white fluid gushed from his pink, swelled tip, right into the lips of your pussy. His cock was coated with his release as he pulled it out, collapsing onto the bed beside you. “Well, that was fun.” Jungkook lips curled up into a smile as he let out a quiet chuckle.

“Y-Yeah, it was.” You were still left panting, chest rising and falling with every breath. You laughed innocently, as if the two of you hadn’t been fucking like wild animals a few seconds ago. Jungkook’s large arms closed around your torso, pulling your bare body toward his own. You couldn’t help but notice the way your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, your legs locked tightly around his waist and his arms laced over your chest. Jungkook rested his chin atop your head, rubbing the smalls of your back in vertical motions.

You couldn’t help but wonder—what were the two of you now? Jungkook pressed his wet lips onto your forehead, doing the same to your nose and lips. Were you dating?

“—Y/N?” You were interrupted from your thoughts, your doe-eyed best friend staring straight into your eyes. “You okay?” Jungkook situated his hands behind him, springing upright into a seated position.

“… So what now?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side. Your grip on his body loosened, slowly removing your hand from his back to his face. Your fingers lightly traced his jawline, nervously awaiting his response.

“I mean I like you, you like me—“ You didn’t waste a second before dropping your arms onto the nape of Jungkook’s neck, bringing your starved lips back onto his. The kiss ignited a spark between the two of you that you’d never felt with anyone before. You’ve probably kissed hundreds of people but never had you ever felt anything like what this boy was making you feel.

“Does this mean we can go for a second round?” The foolish smile on Jungkook’s face made it almost impossible to say no.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it…” You avoided his gaze, crossing your arms over your chest. You could feel a smile poking at the corners of your lips, unable to resist the guileless pout Jungkook was giving you.

“Hey! Look at mee,” Jungkook whined, tugging at your arm. You swiftly landed a peck on his lips before launching yourself off the bed to scurry away buoyantly. You weren’t able to get very far, feeling Jungkook’s firm grip tighten around your wrist. He pulled you back right onto his unclothed lap. His eyes had completely changed, his cute, innocent stare turning to a sultry, tantalizing one.

“Come on now, you haven’t forgotten who’s in charge already, have you?”

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a/n: requests are open! feel free to pop in and suggest anything :)

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hey do you know of a jk fic where he's been having trouble getting it up and at first the reader doesnt so that they are bothered and is jokey about it but then admits they feel insecure and wonders if its because of their body.

I'm sorry I have no idea. I just reblog fics that I like and I don't recall coming across that one yet. I'm sorry.

Anyone?

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this is how you fall in love | jjk

(banner made by me. do not steal or repost. not for personal use. / minors dni.)

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader

— genre: rockstar au, established relationship, fluff, smut, light angst

— summary: After years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, Jungkook feels what it’s like to want someone with his entire being.

— playlist: listen here <3

— warnings: not-so-linear storytelling, my attempt at writing soft giggly sex 🤭, slight sub!jungkook, big dicc!jungkook, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, brief cockwarming, hint of exhibitionism kink if you quint 👀, mentions of insecurities and anxiety. i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything

— word count: approximately 9.3k (i thought it was gonna be 11-12k at one point lol)

— note: here she is, my first proper oneshot !!! the title is from jeremy zucker and chelsea cutler’s song ‘this is how you fall in love’ lol how creative, but you should listen to it while reading this bc i feel like it sorta adds to the experience. also my first time writing smut lmao bear w me 😫 anyhoo this jk in particular is so special to me i enjoyed writing this so much !! btw it’s not as edited as i would like but oh well lol

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

Jungkook commands the attention of every room he walks into; and just like right now, he’s basking in all the attention, all the screams of his name from dozens of girls and boys alike in this packed bar. You knew he was a charmer since you first met him, and you had known from the start that no matter how hard you try to resist, you would succumb to him eventually.

Sometimes, you feel as though he doesn’t belong to you—he can’t possibly, right? Not when people are shouting along to every word falling from his lips and you are… well, you’re just you. He’s destined for the world, for bigger things than just your two-bedroom apartment. Loving him is a privilege, and the thing about privileges is they can be taken away.

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Hi

Hello bab 💜

#Ask

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How long have you been an ARMY? P. S. I love your blog💜

I've been an army since their debut! I consider myself very lucky that I came across this new group that was about to debut and I've been hooked ever since 🥺💜 and thank you sweetie!! 💜💜

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I dont know if u take fic recs but if u do. I'd recommend u read offside! by @daddychims

Its ongoing but its really really goodddd. The slow burn is 🔥🔥🔥

I'll happily accept recommendations! It's just when people ask me to find something that I've never come across 😅 I've added this to my list of must reads! Thank you lovely! 💜💜

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thank u for the reblog lovely! i really appreciate it, hope you enjoyed the story 🤍🤍

I absolutely loved it doll! Thank you for writing it 😍🥺

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My blog is 3 years old today 😭 T H R E E!!!!

Thank you to everyone who has followed and thank to all the talented smut writers that have kept me and my followers thoroughly fed and entertained 💜

Also, my inbox and ask is always open to drop me a message anytime 🥺💜

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Mr. Right (Swipe)

Pairing: Jungkook / You Genre: one shot, fratboy!au, drummer!au, enemies to lovers!au Rating: M Warnings: slow burn, library sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex Word count: 30.1k Summary: Jeon Jungkook is well aware that he’s the bane of your existence. He just loves to push your buttons and lives to see you all riled up. So, what happens then when he catches you swiping left on his Tinder profile during class?

Jungkook is late to his class. He’s not just late, he is terribly late. Running on two and a half hours of sleep and caffeine, he quickly dashes through the campus grounds to get to the building.

A few minutes later when he arrives, he quickly makes a decision to enter through the top part of the auditorium.

Once seated on one of the seats in the last row, he rummages through his backpack and puffs out a tired sigh. Great. He managed to shove in his water bottle, his drum sticks, a packet of chips and a protein bar this morning but not his notebook.

He then turns to the person on his right, surprise settling on him when he sees that his seatmate is none other than his favorite person to annoy.

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IN A DREAM [jeon jungkook x reader]

-> genre: wedding!au, friends with benefits to lovers

-> summary: you get invited to one of your old friends wedding, not expecting to see the guy who broke your heart ten years ago.

-> warnings: alcohol, smut (includes unprotected sex), swearing, jungkook in a suit ;) - one shot!

-> word count: 8.4k

Laying on the couch after a long day at work, was exactly what you had looked forward to since you showed up to work earlier in the morning. You were working as a co-director, having almost no time to lay down and just relax for once. But here you are, laying in your couch after your boss had told you that you're all getting a two week break, after all the hard work you've been through. Which felt needed as you felt you've almost overworked yourself too much.

A sudden notification popped on your locked screen as you were almost about to close your eyes from all the tiredness.

**YOU'VE BEEN INVITED TO JIMIN AND YURIS WEDDING THE 24TH OF MAY**

Widening your eyes as you read on to the wedding invitation, sudden thoughts pop up.

Jimin? As in Park Jimin you knew from high school?

Your thoughts stop running around you, as you decide to click on the Facebook notification.

You read on the post, a small smile appearing to your face as a picture of Jimin and his soon to be wife kissing him with her hand on his cheek, sneakily showing the huge diamond ring.

You had never imagined Jimin getting married, not because he wasn't an attractive male, no, he was just the biggest playboy back in high school. Using all of his lunch breaks on talking to girls, who obviously knew his intentions and left him sometimes with a smack to his face. As he sometimes went too far with words, but when it came to him 'flirting' was what he would call it. You wouldn't call it flirting, as it was him just straight up telling them he wants to get in their pants. Real charming right?

You kept your eyes fixated onto your phone screen, as your thumb presses on the screen once in a while, looking through some pictures of Jimin and Yuri. She was absolutely stunning which didn't surprise you as Jimin himself was a fine gentleman. Well you've hoped his high school manners are no longer there, and just a kind gentleman to him now.

Jimin had added a post saying that bringing a plus one was allowed. You knew what was meant behind bringing a plus one, your heart slowly sinking. You had gotten into a relationship with Zach whom who met in college, you had dated around 5 years in hope of a future together, but he had decided to end things as he wasn't ready to start a family and getting married. Now, here you are at twenty-eight years old with no husband or boyfriend.

But thank god for best friends right? Your best friend Ari whom you'd known since preschool always had your back, and in no way were you going to attend a wedding alone, especially since there might be people from your old high school.

You had sent her a screenshot showing the invitation, asking her if she would be able to make it that day. Thankfully she gave a quick and easy 'yes' in response causing you to sigh in relief. Okay, maybe this wedding thing might not be that bad after all, you thought to yourself.

As long as you'd have Ari by your side nothing could go wrong right?

Before turning your phone off, you clicked on a button showing you were going to participate. It was going to be next week, and lucky for you, you were on vacation.

* THREE DAYS BEFORE THE WEDDING *

You had looked through your closet to try and find the perfect dress for Jimin's wedding, landing on absolutely nothing. A groan out of frustration had fallen out of your lips. You were one hundred percentage sure that you're gonna have to buy a new dress. A dress suitable for the wedding as all you'd have was either summer floral dresses, or clubbing dresses that were too short for a sweet and romantic wedding. Yeah no you'd want to save yourself from embarrassment.

And now you were at the shopping mall with Ari, looking at every possible store that have appropriate dresses for a wedding. A certain black dress had caught your eye on display, this is definitely the one.

Ari gasped at the sight of the beautiful dress, urging you to get it as fast as possible. The dress was as said black, with a short turtleneck and long sleeves as the back was open and the length almost came down to your ankles. Yes, it was simple but there was a certain charm to it which brought itself to your attention.

Ari had found herself a dress, being in a baby blue color complimenting her light brownish hair.

''So, I was thinking we could get ready at my place before the wedding? I know a certain someone has been missing you'' Ari says to you nudging your arm at her last sentence.

You chuckle, nodding your head agreeing to her plan.

* THE DAY OF THE WEDDING *

You were currently sitting on the bathroom countertop in Ari's home, applying your makeup. You suddenly hear shuffling on the floor as you look down getting a look at Pablo, Ari's two year old french bulldog, looking at you with big brown eyes, tilting his head from side to side as you give him a small smile and a hi before going back to your makeup.

Ari was in the bedroom, straightening her hair.

''Hi baby.'' You hear from outside the bedroom, guessing a certain someone had come home, Pablo shifted in his position running to the bedroom door in excitement.

Too focused on your makeup you don't notice Kim Taehyung standing at the door to the bathroom, before he gives a small knock.

''Well well well, a wedding I heard?'' He asks to start conversation with you.

''Hello to you too Tae'' you reply with a smile, going back to concentrating on getting the eyeliner right.

''Can I ask why'd you pick my wife out of all the people you know to this wedding?'' Taehyung adds with a small chuckle to show he's clearly okay with you taking his wife away from him, just this night.

As you're about to answer, Ari butts in.

''Tae! Don't ask her that.'' She scolds him with a clear overprotective tone, Ari had known about everything with Zach, from the time you guys met till you parted ways. Taehyung isn't the best listener which probably explains his certain way of joking.

''What? Isn't she still with Zach?'' you'd cringe at the name, not knowing how to react, but not giving it much thought you make sure your mascara isn't smudged on your eyelids.

''Kim Taehyung, shut the fuck up.'' you hear from the bedroom, he's clearly pushed Ari's buttons more than you.

''No, hey it's okay.'' You start gaining both attentions before continuing, ''Well, he broke up with me last year around summer, not being ready for marriage and starting a family.'' you explain actually gaining Taehyung's full attention, which felt somewhat comforting.

''I'm sorry Y/N, if I'd known I wouldn't-'' He starts but you decide to cut him off, not wanting to drag this any longer than it already has.

''Hey Taehyung, no worries. It happened some time ago. I'm better now.'' You add a smile in the end to prove your point to him. He quickly gets the hint that the Zach conversation has come to an end.

''Hey, take care of my wife for me. Don't want any guys near her, you understand?'' He points his finger at you with scrunched browns to add a serious face, which clearly ends badly as he earns a laugh from both you and Ari.

''Tae, I'll kick them in the balls if they come just five meters near me.'' Ari explains while walking over to you too, she gives him a small peck to reassure him that this wedding will not go down South.

* AT THE WEDDING LOBBY *

The lobby wasn't as crowded, but half the guest haven't even arrived yet. Taehyung had driven the both of you, wishing you a good night and hoping for no late calls telling him 'Ari is too drunk'. You tried assuring him that wouldn't be the case tonight. He returned you a smile, gave his wife a small peck before he drove out of the parking lot.

Your eyes catch a bar in the corner of the lobby. Thank god. You knew this was going to be the spot if you’ve had enough of people around you.

Everyone was asked to join the ceremony, hand in hand Ari and you walked in finding your seats being perfectly in the middle of the two sections of chairs.

Seeing Jimin standing there, in front of his soon to be wife was first of all a very shocking sight but mostly being beautiful, as you’ve never seen Jimin being so compassionate and devoted to one person. No offense to him, but my god was he awful back then.

As they had giving their vows and said yes to each other, everyone around started clapping, tears slowly becoming prominent to your face, weddings always made you emotional. But maybe it was also that slight hope that this might be you one day. Standing there, in front of a person who’d you love to start a family with and someone you could see yourself grow old with.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by Ari suggesting for you guys to start drinking. You nod following her to the open bar.

You were hearing about Ari’s stressful week as Pablo was taken to the vet because he had cut his paw while on a walk, which caused him to bleed out, making Ari worried she’d loose her puppy. You nod through out the conversation showing interest and giving her a few “it’s okay” once in a while, while she keeps explaining the stress she had to go through in the middle of the week.

Your conversation was quickly interrupted by a poking finger onto your bare back. Turning around a smiling Jimin looked at you, seeming so happy to be met with you again.

“Jimin! Congratulations.” you exclaimed in a happy tone, engulfing him in a long awaited hug. He seems a bit taken back by the sudden reaction but giving you a small pat to your head.

You introduce him to Ari, them exchanging quick hello’s. You could feel the curiosity almost popping out of you about how he and Yuri met.

“Okay Jimin, cut the bullshit. How’d you and Yuri meet?” you ask earning a laugh from him, as it came to mind why you of all people ask him this. He knew his past him wasn’t the most charming guy.

“We actually met in Paris.” he starts off, earning the attention of both you and Ari. You were a sucker for how did they meet stories.

“She was standing in line to Musée Rodin. But every Sunday in Paris all museums have free entrance, which causes the biggest lines in front of each and every single museum.” A smile doesn’t leave his face as he continues on with his story.

“I had just been in the museum, and when I walk out there is no one moving, which made it impossible for me to get back to the street. Apparently, she noticed and moved to the side causing me to walk in front of her, our eyes meeting for the first time.” Such details gave you butterflies in your stomach not believing two people can meet this way.

“I had obviously thought she was french, which caused me to just awkwardly smile at her, thinking she wouldn’t understand me if I’d start speaking english to her.” He earns a slight chuckle from the both of you before he continues on.

“Well, something in me didn’t want to leave her in that queue, so I walked back to her, asked her if she spoke english, to my surprise she did and we grabbed a cup of coffee.” Ari and you both add an awww hearing how cute Jimin was acting.

He starts blushing just to the thought of his wife, which gave you a heartwarming feeling inside.

He had explained after that they had a chemistry out of this world and they couldn’t help but date, both deciding to go back to Seoul together, and from then on they’d been together.

The three of you were having a good laugh before Jimin suddenly freezes, his eyes widening as he looks ahead of you and Ari.

His eyes land back on yours, adding a big sigh before speaking.

“Y/n, I’m so happy we could’ve had this talk but, please don’t be mad at me.” He starts off, slowly rubbing his palms together out of nervousness.

You chuckle at the sudden act not knowing what reaction you’d like to give out.

“It can’t be that bad Jimin, just spill.” you start off before Ari from beside you quickly catches a glance behind you, worry filling up her face.

Before Jimin gets a chance to tell you, Ari quickly cuts him off implying that he really shouldn’t tell you and that you guys should just dance instead. Enjoying the rest of the evening together.

A clear curiosity came out of you, almost threatening Jimin to tell you, before you lose your patience. He and Ari of all people should know you don’t handle curiosity very well.

“I might’ve… invited Jungkook.” he cringes at the name, looking down at his hands fiddling with his new wedding ring to not cause any attention to himself.

“THE Jeon Jungkook?” you whisper yell not wanting to cause a scene, but oh god were your insides fuming.

Jimin just gives you a simple nod, not wanting to give you eye contact as he knows he’d be met with a death glare.

You add a small chuckle not believing what you’ve just heard. It can’t be the Jungkook that-

You turn around, wanting to see for yourself. Being met with Jungkook’s eyes from afar.

That’s it. You’re getting drunk tonight.

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Ari and you had hit the dance floor with many other guests, hyping up each song that came on from the standing DJ behind the booth in the corner of the arena.

Ari had taken way too many shots which might explain her starting to stumble a bit. You were so selfish not making sure your friend doesn’t drink as much, but because you had wanted to drink much more, you hadn’t paid attention to Ari’s drunk state until now.

Her head was swinging from left and right, almost making her dizzy as she suddenly stumbles almost falling down but you were quick on your heels which made you catch her just in time, thank god for that.

Okay, even if the last thing you’d want to do tonight was to call Taehyung, you were gonna have too. God you felt so stupid, you had promised Taehyung you’d take care of Ari and now here you are, holding her arm around your neck for support.

You were standing outside by the parking lot, thinking some fresh air would be a good idea.

You fumbled through your contacts finally landing on Tae’s number. “Hey, look I’m sorry for calling this late, Ari got super drunk, can you come pick her up?” Guilt had settled itself right around your neck, waiting for Taehyung’s response.

He mumbles a quick sure before hanging up. You knew you had woken him up not making the situation any better.

Not even ten minutes go by and Taehyung is pulling up next to the both of you. You're quick to catch his annoyance towards you from afar, wanting to give him a certain apology.

“My god, why does Ari always get this drunk with you?” Taehyung spoke in an ironic tone.

You chuckle trying to lighten the situation.

“I’m truly sorry Taehyung, I just didn’t expect to see a certain someone at the wedding which caused me to drink as much as I could as a distraction. Ari just wanted to be the good friend she is knowing she has a low alcohol tolerance. And now we’re here. I know I promised, but this was totally unplanned. I really hope you can forgive me.” You didn’t want to put a lot of detail into whom that certain someone was, not really that relevant for Taehyung to know now. Not while you’re standing with his drunk wife almost not being able to stand by herself.

Taehyung gives you back an understanding nod, “Hey, it’s okay Y/n, I know you would have been careful, I hope your whole situation gets figured out, I’m gonna take my baby home with me, I’ll text you when we’re home.” He said, ending with a small smile to his face indicating that he is in fact not mad at you, probably just a bit annoyed that his wife is in this condition.

He grabs Ari from you, slowly dragging her to the car not wanting to hurt her.

“Mhmm, you smell good.” Ari comments as her hands wrap around Taehyngs' neck when he tries to put her in the front seat.

You laugh a bit at her sudden comment.

“I want you. Right. Now.” She points at him as she adjusts to the car seat.

Your eyes almost pop out of your head hearing her sudden request to Taehyung.

“Now is not the time for dirty talk baby.” Taehyung tells her, putting the seatbelt on her.

“Oh, like you don’t want to see me in those pink handcuffs you bought for me last week.” She adds completely ignoring you’re still here, listening to every word.

Taehyung’s cheeks suddenly turn red, begging her to shut up before giving you a quick wave, going to the drivers seat and carefully driving away from the parking lot.

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Yes. You did feel tipsy. But that wasn’t enough. Not after seeing Jungkook.

God where do you even begin?

Well, for starters he was your first love. It’s kinda obvious, reflecting back to your reaction of seeing him from afar. Him wearing a dark blue suit, never had you seen him in one. He did look good. God why are you saying this?

Jungkook and you met through mutual friends a few years before college. You hated his guts in the beginning, as he was being such a cocky asshole for no absolute reason.

You’d quickly gotten over the 'I hate you phase.' Beginning to see his good sides and a beautiful friendship blossomed between the two of you. You spent hours and hours talking about god knows what. Mostly it was Jungkook and his sexual experiences with girls. For some reason he was never uncomfortable with you which made you guys be very open towards each other.

Fast forward, you had grown impatient because you were still walking around with your v card. Not seeing the reason in doing it with someone you’re dating, and what started as a joke between Jungkook and you suddenly wasn’t.

Pictures of your conversation on message resurfaced, giving you goosebumps at the thought of it.

It had been a day where you got extremely frustrated over the whole v card thing. Earning another call from a friend telling you they’d lost it. Of course. Everyone around had lost it and then there was you. Not doing anything more than a blowjob.

Your thumbs acted quicker than your brain, writing out to your friends that you really want a boyfriend. Not true. You wanted sex which is the opposite of a boyfriend.

Jungkook had replied with a simple no. Causing you to chuckle, well if he wants to play this game.

Next thing you’d write would be ‘fine, then come over here and fuck me.’ It was first after you’d sent the message that a sudden regret came upon you. He was your best friend why would you text him out of all people such a direct and dirty message.

It quickly escalated as Jungkook clearly didn’t know if you were joking or not and the same went for you. Which ended not being a joke for the both of you. I mean you wouldn’t personally mind your friend taking care of it. You found him attractive and apparently so did he, so you went right on and did it.

It was supposed to be a ‘friend helping a friend’ situation but we all know that never happens. So the two of you went on, fucking from time to time, and the more you did it the better it got.

Now, there was something very special about Jungkook. His big heart. He was being careful under sex, making sure he’s not hurting you and asking you if that’s what you want before switching from position to position, as you were still pretty new to the whole sex thing.

Maybe he did all this because he cared for you or again as you keep telling yourself it’s just how he is, nothing to do with you.

He had started calling you baby while you guys were cuddling after sex, kissing the top of your head before giving you small massages on your thighs, after he'd wreck the hell out of them. You got the wrong intention thinking he was in love with you, and somehow a part of you had always been since you met.

So, you confessed telling him how you felt. Being rejected by him telling you he’s not ready for a relationship and instead of distancing yourself you kept going back to his place almost every weekend, getting your brains fucked out of you all while you were in love with him and he knew.

It kept going on for around 2 years, which was a longtime. Still once in a while would he give you mixed signals, you never knew if it was because he meant it or because he knew the effect he had on you. That’s what had kept you coming back, that little slight hope he might feel the same way.

The whole situation as said earlier, caused you the biggest heartbreak. Falling for this one person that doesn’t love you back.

Although the sex was indeed amazing between the two of you, it had to come to an end. And it did, you slowly walking yourself out of his life, little by little. That was probably one of the hardest things you had done. Wishing things were different, but if you had to move on from him, it had to end.

And now here we are, ten fucking years later.

You had walked back to the dance floor only to be met with Jungkook breathing down a girls neck from behind as her ass was clearly pushed against his dick.

Not being able to handle the sight, you turn your heels towards the bar, suddenly wanting another drink.

The bartender had noticed your sudden change of mood, asking you small questions, which started off innocently.

“You seem lonely, what do you say you come to my place after my shift is done?”

You choked on your drink not expecting such a question, I mean he’s here to do his job, not flirt with the guests.

“That’s very kind of you, but I’m gonna have to take a pass. It’s been a long night.” You excused yourself in the nicest way. Sure the bartender was cute, but you had no surplus when it came to a one night stand. Not after all your thoughts running around you about Jungkook. He had caused something to tick inside of you, giving you a mix of hatred and heartbreak all over again. As if everything happened yesterday.

You knew deep down inside you, that no matter how much you try to distance yourself from him, he will always be that one guy for you. And somehow the universe finds it funny reuniting the two of you again ten years later.

“Oh come on, I think it might really help you.” Sudden disgust was shown on your face but trying to hide it with a smile, trying to keep yourself calm, again not wanting to cause a scene.

“Again, I’m gonna have to say no.” He shrugs you off, you sighing in relief thinking this was him showing you he’s done making a move.

“You’re gonna be missing out. Could have been one hell of a ride if you ask me.” He starts saying not being any better than before. Can this asshole just leave you alone?

“Again I’m sorry for not taking upon your offer.” A concerning smile appearing to your face.

He smiles, putting down your drink in front of you, before getting up close to your face.

“I usually don’t ask more than once, but are you sure?” He asks you, his breath landing right onto your face, smelling of mostly mint gum and a tint of vodka.

“I’m not interes-“

“She said no. Now leave her alone.” A voice very familiar, sending small nervous tingles around your body.

You don’t look behind you, instead you see the bartender remove himself from you, before giving a small apology and asking for the person’s order.

“Well, haven’t earned a single greeting from you all evening” Jungkook says before plopping himself down to the bar stool next to you.

“I have no reason to.” You answer coldly not looking at him, instead you look down at your almost finished drink.

A sudden chuckle comes out of his mouth, getting the hint that you’re clearly not interested in talking with him.

He receives his drink, taking a small sip before putting the cold drink back onto the bar countertop.

“Can I ask why you’re sitting alone at the bar?” He sounds nervous suddenly, which causes a small grin onto your face. Did you just make the very cocky and confident Jungkook nervous?

You scoff lightly, earning a glare from not only Jungkook but also the bartender trying to hide his laugh, at the very awkward situation between the two of you.

“What makes you think you can talk to me?” Turning your head towards him, having an intense eye contact with him.

He gulps, something he tends to do when he doesn’t know what to say.

“I- wait, are you jealous?” He asks seeing you choke on your drink by the sudden remark.

“What? Me? Jealous? In your dreams Jeon.” A slight blush appears on your cheeks, not knowing if it’s the alcohol or because of a slight embarrassment that he’s right. You were jealous.

“You’re such a bad liar.” Causing a frown to appear on your face not knowing what to say back. Now the roles were reversed, you being the one who’s nervous. What is he doing to me?

You don’t respond. Instead you ask the bartender for more shots, wanting to forget this conversation as soon as possible.

You look at Jungkook for a split second, noticing a few tattoos on his arm and hand. Shit that’s hot.

He noticed your glare on his tattoos, causing him to again try to speak to you. “Oh, yeah got them a few years ago.” Your gaze now being fixated on his face instead. You nod not really wanting to give him an answer.

“Who was that girl earlier? Your girlfriend?” Now you made it very obvious that you were indeed jealous, but your curiosity was almost killing you.

“No, I’m not currently seeing anyone.” His eyes being kept to yours. You tried your best not to glance at his lips.

“Seemed like something else to me.” You drag on, not believing that girl wasn’t at least something.

“You’re not even trying to hide your jealousy anymore.” He points out, you just shrugging at his comment. He already knew so there was no point in hiding it.

“And, what about you? Seeing anyone?” He adds on, noticing the sudden silence coming back to the room.

“I was seeing someone, yes.” You keep it simple, not wanting to give that much away as you hadn’t seen Jungkook since he was around eighteen.

“Oh- I’m sorry. Can I ask what happened?” He kept his voice soft, maybe to soften you a bit but you wouldn’t budge.

“No.” God why is he still here? You’ve clearly shown he’s not gonna get anything out of you. He wouldn’t move, instead he chuckles ordering himself another drink.

“Why don’t you go back to the girl you were having fun with?” You say in a bitter tone, hoping deep down he of course would stay but you tried to convince yourself otherwise.

“I’d rather talk to you.” Your heart beating faster at the sudden words from him. After all these years he still had the same effect to you. Will you ever move on from him?

You try your best to keep the answer buried inside of your brain, not wanting it to come out.

“Well, we’re not really talking.” You snap back at him, right after he had caused you butterflies. In no way were you going to fold again.

Jungkook takes a minute to himself, not saying anything but just keeping his eyes onto the liquor floating at the bottom of his glass.

He chugs the rest of the liquor, letting out a small grunt at the flavor, before pushing himself off the seat, showing you that he would leave your side.

Something in you urges to say something before he disappears and goes back to the dance floor.

“I- can you believe Jimin got married?” You ask not turning around, but in some way showing you that you enjoy his company. Maybe just a little.

A small smile appears on Jungkook’s face, you not being able to see it. But it was there. You knew it.

“Yeah, I thought you were gonna be the first.” He adds before sitting back down next to you. Hearing that from Jungkook himself was something else than if Taehyung or Jimin had told you this. You were surprised yourself that you haven't earned a ring on your finger yet. But here you are, sitting at a bar, at the most awful player's wedding next to boy who caused you your biggest heartbreak. It must me a joke right? Universe? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!??

''Yeah, well the universe doesn't have my back on that.'' you respond in an ironic tone, causing Jungkook to laugh. Seeing him in front of you, laughing at your words, sent shivers through your body. You shook your head, making the shivers go away.

''Cheers to that!'' He exclaims, raising his class clinging it onto yours before taking a sip of his drink.

Jungkook and you were now having a decent conversation about your young high school days and a few more shots were now gone. A bold side entering you, causing you to blurt out something you had never expected.

''God I can't believe I was so in love with you.'' you start laughing as you didn't believe your own words. God. Out of all people it had to him.

You expect him to laugh with you, but instead he keeps his mouth a bit open, probably not expecting for you to say this.

You stop laughing realizing the sudden silence has filled the room. Adding a sudden cough before looking down in your glass. You felt Jungkook's eyes on you the whole time, wondering what he's thinking right now.

He adjusts himself in his seat, before raising his glass towards you adding, ''Makes two of us, cheers!'' A grin followed by his confession towards you.

He was in love with you? How?

A serious tone had taken over your drunken state, wanting to get a clear view of this whole confession.

''Jungkook, you couldn't have been.'' You didn't want to believe it, never in your life had you seen this coming, the guy who gave you your first broken heart, also being in love with you.

''I a- was.'' a doubt in his voice was clear, as if he said something too forward, you might run away.

And yes maybe he is right, you might run away, too scared of getting hurt again if you fall under him again.

''Y/N listen, back then we were young, I had the biggest fucking ego and I knew deep down that I wouldn't be able to treat you how you deserved to be treated, so I stayed on the down low, all these years.'' He looks at you with sincerity. Fuck. He was serious about this.

This only made things harder, as you've no idea what to do now.

The silence fills the open bar and the distant music from the dance floor becoming clearer.

The intensity and tension between Jungkook and you was immense. Are you two ever gonna move on from this?

''Just take her home man.'' the bartender spoke causing both of your eyes to turn towards him. ''I mean isn't that what you both want?'' Great, he probably heard the whole thing. Was he right? Did you want to go home with Jungkook tonight?

''Y/N, would you like to-'' Jungkook starts looking back at you already chugging the rest of your drink, smiling at him you cut him off by taking his hand into yours, ''Take me home Jungkook.''

And at that, Jungkook called a cab taking you home.

The drive home was silent, not a word being said between the two of you, mostly because it was all becoming at bit too real.

You suddenly felt a cold hand brush over your own, spotting the tattoos, it felt somewhat right, even after all these years his touch still made you tingle. He's gonna be the death of me.

You had arrived at your apartment complex, thanking the driver as he had drove you home late at night.

You stepped into the elevator, pressing on the last button, Jungkook at your trail.

You smiled once in a while at each other, not believing this is actually happening.

''You know...'' Jungkook starts off earning your attention. You hummed signaling he has your every attention. ''That girl, from the dance floor, I danced with her to see if you would be jealous, because if you were jealous, it might mean you still felt or feel something towards me.'' Of course he had to be smart about this, you wouldn't lie that you would have done the same thing towards him, but he had beaten you to it.

''Of course you did. You're Jeon Jungkook after all.'' You reply in a jokingly matter, he had his ways to gain attention, and this was one of them.

The both of you had finally entered your apartment. The silence once again entering the room between the two of you. Your mind had so much to say, but your mouth decided to keep itself shut, as you were frightened it would be too overwhelming for the both of you.

Jungkook had caught on the silence, once again starting small conversation to avoid it. ''Y/n'' Your name rolling off his tongue so perfectly causing you to regain stupid butterflies in your stomach.

You stop in your tracks, turning around meeting his eyes before nodding a yes.

He starts walking closer towards you, hoping you wouldn't back off. Thankfully you didn't. Staying positioned from where you were before. ''Is it too late?'' He asks softly while looking into your eyes. Meanwhile a confusion had grown onto your face, ''Too late for what?'' You ask wanting to know more as Jungkook wasn't being clear enough. He always had to be somewhat mysterious towards you, which made him much more interesting in your gaze.

''This.'' He replies before placing his lips onto yours, your eyes widening at the sudden contact. He doesn't deepen the kiss only decides to pull away, meeting your eyes once again. ''I'm still confused Jungkook.'' He nods to your understanding, trying his best to make you understand. ''Is it too late for us?'' He adds, making your heart beat almost out of your chest at his sudden question. Was it too late for you? Or only the beginning?

The silence returns to the room. You’re still in shock after the kiss and how the sudden contact didn’t want you to stop. You wanted to keep going. Maybe this was it. Maybe the time is right. Jungkook is right. It’s not too late for us.

“No.” you answered simply, locking your eyes to his.

A smile appeared onto Jungkook's face, bringing his lips onto yours once again. You'd never imagine having Jungkook this close to you again. But this time it was different, you both weren't immature high school students, you were adults.

Jungkook pulled away to catch his breath, his eyes now locked onto yours. Uncertainty was clear in his eyes, it seemed as he didn't know if you wanted to continue or just stop it here. But you did, you did want to continue. Not because of the alcohol but because every part of you wanted Jungkook.

''Keep going.'' You whispered, as it felt wrong to speak in a normal tone especially since everything around you was quiet. The lights in your apartment were still not on, the only light shining in was from the full moon, which reflected onto your big windows in your living room.

Jungkook's hands found your zipper from behind your dress, slowly pulling it while remaining intense eye contact with you. His hands were still as cold, causing goosebumps to rise onto your skin as well as erecting your nipples.

His hands continued trailing onto your skin, removing your dress off of you, you only being in your panties. Jungkook didn't expect you this naked under your dress. The sight of you caused his dick to start throbbing in his dark blue pants.

''Beautiful.'' He commented, his eyes going from your face to your heels. You stepped out of your dress, placing your lips back onto his, tugging at his tie. Finally getting his tie completely off, you started unbuttoning his white shirt, feeling more and more of his naked chest. After arriving to the last button, you ripped his shirt off him, getting impatient after feeling his warm skin again.

Jungkook's hands roamed around your back, landing on your ass, giving it a tight squeeze, making you gasp giving him access to put his tongue in your mouth. You could feel yourself getting too worked up, wanting to feel Jungkook inside of you again. You retrieved yourself, taking his hand leading you into your bedroom, the only sound being heard was your heels hitting the floor.

Finally, you caught a better view of Jungkook shirtless, when you were in your room, the light from the moon shining brighter. His sleeve of tattoos catching your eyes first. You couldn't help yourself but to trace your fingers along his tattoos, admiring them. ''Did it hurt?'' You asked curiously, looking back onto Jungkook, his eyes already locked onto yours. He shook his head, indicating a no. Jungkook stepped closer to you again, his forehead bumping into yours.

''I missed you.'' He whispered his words only to you. You smiled, not being able to hide the happiness from your face. It felt somewhat weird that you were half naked in front of Jungkook after ten years yet his words and confession changed your mind.

''Shut up.'' You responded with a grin, before giving him yet another kiss. He deepened the kiss, pushing you onto your bed. Jungkook was now hovering over you, his chain hanging loosely, small bit of his chain landing on your neck. It was cold, but you kept your fingers hooked around it.

Jungkook, still in pants started dragging his hard cock over your panties, making you moan, not only out of pleasure but the intensity of the whole situation made your head spin. You couldn’t believe you were feeling his cock against your cunt again. Never did you see this coming and a part of you believes that neither did he.

Your hips bucked, whenever Jungkook thrusted towards your now wet cunt, making Jungkook smile in satisfaction. “Love how wet you get for me.” He kept on his pants, not removing them even though he could feel how wet you were. He wanted to drag this out for as long as he could, and it started to push your eager buttons.

You dragged your hand from the nuke of his neck onto his back, drawing circles. You knew it turned him on, it did back then so it would surprise you if it changed. Jungkook hissed as you kept going, closing his eyes at your touch on his bare back. “Fuck you.” He threw at you, it wasn’t an insult, he just reassured you that you were indeed right. It was his weakness. “Likewise.” you retorted, bucking your hips unto his cock, signaling how annoying it was that he was still fully wearing pants.

He caught onto your signal, removing himself from you, now taking off his belt. Jungkook maintained eye contact as he took off his dark blue pants, leaving the Calvin Klein boxers on.

The moonlight shone so brightly, you could see the small wet patch in the end of his boxers. He was getting so worked up, yet remaining more calm than you.

The sight of him now only being in boxers, made you grab him by the chain, crashing your lips onto his again. He grunted into the kiss, your wet slit making contact to his now fully hard cock. You gasped from the feeling.

''Jungkook-''

''Words. Words baby.'' His head now buried in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your earlobe, his teeth biting onto it gently.

''I want you.'' You stated simply.

''Where do you want me?'' He whispered in your ear.

''I want you to stretch me out with your fingers, Jeon.'' You pleaded, giving him a small peck to his cheek. He didn't even think twice, before his ring and middle finger made contact with your soaked panties, tracing them slowly over the fabric. You tensing under the touch of his fingers. He didn't hesitate to finally take them fully off, seeing how wet you actually were, and it drove him crazy.

But he contained himself. Now rubbing your swollen clit with his middle finger, earning a sudden moan from you, which only encouraged him to continue. Dragging both fingers along your folds, before pushing them inside your walls, clenching nicely around his two fingers.

Jungkook kept fingering you, having every intention on making you finish all over his fingers, so he could later taste you again after a whole decade. You were already so close, as Jungkook had dragged this for as long as he could, seeing how needy he could make you.

Jungkook used his thumb to rub your swollen clit, while his two fingers were deep inside of you. You were surprised at how well he could please you. Yes, you two had crazy sex back then but that was years ago. The fact he remembers how to exactly please you, sent a rush through your body.

''Can't believe my fingers are inside of you again.'' He realized which only made you smile in satisfaction, not believing it yourself.

You grabbed his forearm, knowing you were about to come soon. Jungkook could feel your walls tightening around his fingers, only making him continue with the same pace.

The tight feeling in your stomach, finally untied and you threw your head back onto the pillow out of the pleasure from releasing.

You opened your eyes, seeing a smirk onto Jungkook's face, him slowly pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them onto his lips. He started sucking his fingers, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Your mouth hung open at the sigh of Jungkook enjoying the taste of you.

Your hand was still placed onto his forearm, admiring the tattoos. You wanted to keep going, yet with you touching him. You wanted to prove yourself to Jungkook by showing him how good you can make him feel.

So, you slowly dragged your fingers from his forearm, down by his abs and to the hem of his boxers. Jungkook's gaze followed your fingers. Your fingers, dragged along his fully hard dick, over his boxers. His bottom lip was now tugged in between his teeth, holding himself back from a grunt. You wanted to hear him, so you kept going, dragging your thumb over his tip, still through the boxers.

''Fuck-'' He let out.

''Words, use your words Jeon.'' you parroted his words from earlier, showing him two can play this game.

''I want to see that pretty mouth around my cock.'' His gaze had now turned dark, indicating that he had now lost all patience in taking things slow with you.

You nodded, before he laid back onto the bed, both arms folded under his head. You positioned yourself in between his legs, keeping your fingers dragging along the shape of his cock. ''Stop teasing.''

''Then I want to hear you beg for it.'' You tilted your head, your gaze almost burning at how intense you kept it. Jungkook hadn't expected such a request from you, as he always was the dominant one while you two were fuck buddies, but the switch up made him even more excited than before and also a bit nervous.

''Please beautiful.'' His eyes now shut, anxiously waiting for your touch. A satisfied smile had found itself onto your face, seeing Jungkook so desperate.

You did him the favor, slowly pulling his boxers, being met with his cock with a very wet tip.''So pretty,'' looking up, seeing Jungkook blush at your sudden compliment.

After dragging this out, your hand finally made contact with his dick. Jungkook bit back a moan at your sudden touch.

Jungkook never was a fan of being that vocal in bed. The most you had heard of him was the first time he came inside of you. But now things were different, you both knew what each other felt, this wasn't just a quick fuck, this was making love.

You spat onto his cock, making it wet, not wanting to hurt him while pulling his skin dry. You started stroking him, not wanting to waste another second, you brought your tongue to his tip, flicking it, being able to taste his pre-cum on the tip of your tongue. You continued, bringing now your whole mouth onto his tip.

Jungkook groaned from the feeling of your warm mouth.

Your tongue started circling around it, your palm stroking him at the same time. As you took him further inside of your mouth, Jungkook started stroking your hair. You moaned at the feeling from his hand running through your hair, which sent vibrations onto his cock. Jungkook's breath hitched at the feeling.

Looking up, you see Jungkook biting onto his knuckles, eyes closed. Your pace quickened, sucking his tip while your palm kept stroking him. Jungkook's hips jolted away from your mouth, making you confused. You looked up seeing a rather breathless Jungkook, his hair sticking onto his forehead, as he's been sweating.

''Why did you-'' you started off, wanting to know if you did something wrong or if you'd accidentally hurt him in the process.

''I want to come inside of you instead.'' Before you could respond, Jungkook grabbed your hips, placing them right beneath his cock.

You grabbed onto his cock, flicking his tip over your entrance. ''God you drive me crazy,'' Jungkook let out before you sank yourself down onto his cock, mouth hanging open from the pleasure of feeling him inside of you again. ''Fuck. I missed this.'' You admitted, Jungkook smiling at your confession. You waited a bit, taking in all the pleasure from just feeling his cock stretching you out.

Jungkook let out a chuckle, trailing both of his hands against your thighs. You placed both hands onto his chest, moving up almost reaching to the tip, before pulling yourself down.

You quickened the pace, making your breasts bounce at the rhythm. Jungkook's mouth stayed agape, admiring you on top of him. His hands trailing from your thighs to your breasts squeezing them, pulling your nipples between his fingers, which made your breath hitch.

You straightened your back, feeling his tip graze your g-spot which made you gasp. ''Shit-'' you threw your head back, Jungkook moving his hands to hold your hips in place. ''Don't move.'' He ordered, making sure you held yourself still before continuing.

Jungkook pounded into you instead, while holding you up, making sure you could feel all of him inside of you. Jungkook's pace was quick, causing your legs to start shaking at the wave of pleasure that rushed through you, caused mostly by the feeling of Jungkook's balls slapping against you.

Small pants were heard from Jungkook, keeping his pace up, adding more pleasure to you by rubbing your clit once again in circular motions. Your walls started clenching around him, as you were about to come for the second time. Your nails digging onto Jungkook's chest. Feeling as if the world suddenly stopped around you, your climax came undone.

Jungkook kept fucking you through your high, which caused your legs to tremble, as you soon couldn't keep yourself up in this position. Not long after, Jungkook's cock twitched inside of you, his grip around your hips getting tighter before spilling himself into you.

Both of you now panting trying to catch your breath. You removed yourself from him, your legs still shaking from your orgasm. You laid next to each other, looking at each other's eyes, giggling at the sudden silence that filled the room.

''Can't believe this happened.'' Jungkook let out, now tracing his fingers along your face, his eyes looking at you with admiration.

''Me neither.'' Grabbing his wrist, giving it a small peck. ''I actually find it funny how Jimin invited me to his wedding. We haven't talked since high school.'' You confessed, finding it kind of random how Jimin suddenly invited you to his wedding.

''About that...'' Jungkook started off, earning a confused glare from you, ''I was the one who asked him to invite you.'' He now fully admitted, causing butterflies to erupt in the pit of your stomach.

''I can't believe you!'' You exclaimed, giving him a side punch, him just grinning with a wide smile.

It made you realize how it's the people around you, who lead you to your fate. In this case it wasn't the universe leading you to Jeon Jungkook. It was himself.

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✦ genre — drabble, pwp, smut, jk/fem reader, established relationship

✗ warnings  — pegging, noona kink, cumming too soon, jeongguk is subby, and whiny, and needy, and a very good boy

✎ words — 1k

[A/N] i havent posted anything original here in approximately 1,000 millennia IM SO SORRY IM LIKE THIS but something literally possessed me today and this just? came out. :| all on it's own. so i figured i'd just fucken share it since all my other wip's are multi-chaptered and ive hit a wall with them flskjdf enjoy!! 🤙

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You can see him in the mirror. As with seemingly everything he attempts, he's doing so well with this exciting new endeavor of his. He'd been watching it in porn actively after stumbling across it, long before you ever met. He was shy about it, unsure, a little embarrassed. The sex had always been good and experimental, fun, mutual. He was so good at everything, there was nothing you weren't willing to try. But you had to admit, the very idea of watching him squirm for you like this had been immediately appealing when the subject was first breached.

"You love this." You cooed down to him, watching his expression change, the smile lifting one corner of his lips into a boyish smirk, eyes still shut in bliss. Your left hand smooths down his back, slick with sweat already, his muscles tense and twitching at the touch until you're gripping him by his left cheek, tense and firm, and you squeeze.

"Don't you?" You ask him softly. You need to hear it. He's done so well, but you have to hear it. Gently, your hips shift. It isn't a motion your body is immediately familiar with, so you're gentle to start, and the smirk drops from his lips on a ragged gasp, brows knitting, and he drops his chin down to his chest as he replies.

"Fuck yes, don't stop...it feels so good inside me, noona!"

Smiling brightly at his bowed reflection in the full-length mirror by the closet, your eyes then flicker down to where the adorable little pink dildo fit into the contraption around your hips was sitting snug inside Jeongguk's ass. He'd taken the 5 inch sparkly thing so well, lubed up and clenching, even though he blushed the entire time and couldn't stop moaning or laughing as you prepped him for it. Lots of kisses. Lots of fingers and tongue and whimpers and whines.

You reach around his hip with your right hand and find his cock, twitching hard in your grip as you lean into him with your pelvis, pressing deep as you can get. He gasps again and his eyes shoot open and meet yours in the mirror.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna cum!" It's almost comical, the look of shock on his face as he declares this, and you giggle and squeeze with both hands now, a fist full of his ass in one and his leaking cock in the other.

"Cum when you wanna." You tell him, "This is for you, baby."

"You haven't even fucked me properly," He's blushing again, keeping himself up on one hand and using his right to drag yours away from his cock, twitching with sensitivity, "I don't want to cum yet."

Your lips find his pulse as you lean over him, kissing and soothing and tasting across his skin to the back of his neck, the hard pane of muscles that bunch between his shoulder blades, bending and kissing low down his spine as you can reach without pulling your hips away from the way you're pressed so snug against him.

"We can make it last long as you want." You assure him, "I love this, too."

"Really?" A fleeting smile, one he hides by ducking his head again, but he's so cute on his hands and knees like this that you could go for hours, if he wanted you to. Instead, he's hopeful and embarrassed at the same time as he asks you, "Can you fuck me, noona? Slow...I want to feel you move inside me so bad, but I don't want to cum yet..."

"Anything, baby," You coo, hands smoothing down his back until you can grip his tiny waist, eyes flaring at the way he's built so perfect for something like this - for holding, and stroking, and pleasing. "You're so good for me, Jeongguk. I'll give you anything you want."

Slowly, you find a rhythm working the strap-on into your boyfriend. It's a little bit awkward, the jerky movements of you both as he's a bit resistant and you're both a little fearful, but there was never any pain. Never any gasps of discomfort. Only a pleasant stretch and an even pleasanter fullness, followed by the most pleasant friction of all. You know it well, your body finds it easily after the first couple of fumbled strokes, but it's there between you, as ever, simple and new and exciting and so, so good.

You're still going slowly, however, as requested, testing different angles, leaning back a bit or draping over his sweaty back to kiss his cheek and his neck, but he's beginning to squirm under you more and more, so you keep your spine straight and you lean with your hips, and hold tight to his slick skin, fingers digging into his shoulders to keep him still, keep him against you while you fuck the pink dildo into him.

"Harder," Jeongguk pleads, "I can take it, I want it, please please plea-oh, fuck! Fuck!"

Your hips snap quicker mid sentence to give him what he wants and yet again, his eyes fly open and briefly meet your own in the mirror before he's trailing them all over the scene - watching you watch him, watching his cock bob under him, spilling cum on the sheets, your body thrusting and grinding and slapping against his ass. He arches his back and takes it in deeper, and his eyes squeeze shut as he cums way sooner than what he wanted to.

"Fuck." He curses, annoyed for a moment before you pet his back with a laugh and he lets himself smile ruefully.

"We can always do it again." You remind him, "Anytime, baby."

"Really?" He winces as you slip the toy free from his hole, and you tumble to the bed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and kisses. "You don't mind?" He asks, to be sure.

"I liked it a lot." You assure him easily, "It turned me on even more than I thought."

"Oh yeah?" His hand dips down to the toy, fingers skimming past the strap that tucks under you and feels the wetness pooling there. He hums appreciatively, lips on your neck, "Maybe we can try another position next time." He muses.

"Like what?" You smile, letting him push you over onto your back and his hips part your thighs to make room for his body, all hard, bulky muscles and after-tremors from his sudden, intense release moments ago.

He sits back on his heels and, with your strap bobbing in the air, shoves your legs back to expose your sex. His cock is only half hard but it's enough that, coupled with your slickness, he presses inside of you easily.

"Like this," He grins down at you. "I want you to fuck me like this next time." He pulls your thighs until you're settled hard against him and he fucks you with the dildo bobbing between you, laughing, his hand gripping it and anchoring himself to slam into you harder and deeper, just the way he wants you to do to him next time.

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—suck it up! (m)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

⟶ genre: vampire!jungkook / college au / friends-to-lovers + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 9,784

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: being jungkook’s best friend means you’re used to his strange and chaotic ways but lately he’s been acting a little too strange, like thinking he’s turned into a vampire kind of strange.

⟶ warnings: pretty much a crack fic!!!, dumbass new world vampire jungkook who is completely incompetent as a vampire, general dumbass-to-lovers shenanigans, twilight references, sweet love making, dry humping, jungkook comes in his pants, riding, marking, biting, a brief mention of blood (so blood play?), breast play, fondling, possession kink??, oral sex (f receiving), cum eating, clit play, fingering, missionary, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: happy halloween!!!👻 to celebrate, here is my fic for the nightmare on tumblr.com collab with the lovelies @underthejoon @bratkook @junghelioseok​ @hobidreams @kpopfanfictrash @suga-kookiemonster !!! pls keep an eye out for their fics when they drop bc it’s going to be fangtastic! this fic was inspired by an old tumblr post i’ve seen but i’ve since lost the link to it! also dedicating this fic to the loml @rockwithwoo​ !! <3

Jungkook’s been acting strange lately.

Then again, Jungkook’s always been strange ━ like the text-you-at-all-hours-of-the day strange, drop by your house unannounced when it’s two in the morning and he’s craving burgers from the diner down the street strange; or send you one of his many unsolicited memes (yes, like quoting dead Vines and dumb Tiktoks and forwarding you horrendous selfies you’ve sent him and snapshots he’s taken of you when you’re least expecting it) from his repertoire at any given moment strange (because he seems to have a meme for every occasion. No, seriously. Like, every occasion).

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one morning stand (m)

+ featuring . . . dom nerd!jungkook x gn!reader

+ summary . . . in which you and jungkook have one night stands with roommates and happen to be sneaking out at the same time.

+ genre . . . smut, fluff

+ wordcount . . . 7.9k

+ warnings . . . don't be fooled by the first half being fluff lmao; rough sex, a lot of dirty talk (jk will not shut up), heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, 'whore', etc.), consensual slut-shaming (reader is into it), exhibitionism, cumplay, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, breeding kink, reader gets tied up at one point

Most mornings arrived like a lover’s gentle touch, beguiling the horizon’s rays to surface with a golden grace; yours, however, often arrived with an acute headache, nausea, and the race to gather your clothes and dip before your one-night stand roused from snore-filled slumber. Though short was the list of things worse than hangovers, the dreaded walk of shame was often far more perilous with its intricacies and social hazards.

Between tossed beer cans and workout gear was a Chewbacca-themed alarm clock ticking away the minutes until it would wake its owner with a recorded growl. You, still in disbelief you had slept with a man with Star Wars paraphernalia, quickened your pace.

Some would call you tactless, but you were simply realistic. What else could come out of meaningless breakfast offers and forced conversations if not minutes wasted on both ends?

By the time you had wiped your face clean and thrown the prior night’s clothes over your head, the sun had arced through the sky with an obstination better suited for the winter months. For it was not the light that had awoken you, but the quiet rumble of steps falling down staircases as those who lived in the party house began their morning clean-up.

This, you’d argue, was the worst part of falling asleep after a hook-up: avoiding the ‘walk of shame’.

And it appeared as if you weren’t the only one facing this conundrum.

You opened the door to see a figure lurked near the hallway’s end, fluffy hair peeking at the crowded living room. The young man stuck close to the wall as if he were one with it, desperate to remain hidden. His coffee-colored eyes scanned the scene as if envisioning a multitude of escape routes and calculating their likelihood of success. His frown said that he wasn’t too pleased with the conclusion.

The sigh was a familiar one – one that had been directed towards you one too many times.

“Jungkook?”

His shoulders jumped as if he were the hare to your fox, fight or flight senses kicking in at your abrupt arrival.

Jeon Jungkook. Captain of the debate team, frequent charity donor, homework answer sharer, your seatmate, and the last person you’d ever expect to encounter on a Sunday morning.

His neck, besmeared with an array of violent hickeys, whipped towards your standing figure. He shushed you with a finger to his pink lips – an image you’d seen whenever you would bother him with useless remarks in the middle of a lecture.

You crept beside him, crouched to copy his pose. Though you nodded, your mind meandered yonder. The Jeon Jungkook you knew from History and the Jeon Jungkook who wore beer-stained Hawaiian polos appeared as two separate entities. One you were familiar with, the other you were unsure of.

He fixed his hands through his hair and buttoned his shirt higher, clearing his throat with a demure smile better suited for school hallways than sticky trash-covered floors. “Hey, you,” his voice cracked, causing the ‘you’ to sound like two words smashed together.

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” His brows raised as if the answer hadn’t been right in front you – which it had been, in the form of violet blotches and scratch marks across his sun-blessed skin.

“Did you trip down the stairs and pass out?” You half-joked. It was arduous to imagine how the teacher’s pet who did algebra for fun could find himself in the same spot you were in. ‘It’s relaxing!’ He’d argue, before timing himself on his Samsung’s stopwatch and beginning another worksheet while waiting for the professor. You were more inclined to believe the scratch marks had come from some cat Jungkook had pet-sat than someone he had fucked a room across yours.

His doe eyes grew, as if both offended and bewildered. “Do you seriously not-” The approaching sound of steps slashed his sentence short.

They must’ve been done cleaning the living room – which meant they were heading straight towards you.

Jungkook had always been quick to raise his hand during lectures. It was as if he was in constant competition with himself, as no one else bothered. And his answers were always right.

You weren’t sure if this one was; not when he nearly dislocated your shoulder dragging you up to a stand, and especially not when he shoved the pair of you into the nearest room.

With the precision of a bomb defuser, he closed the oak door as silently as his sweaty palms could.

“Jungkook, what-”

He pressed the rough pad of his fingertip to your lips.

Imprisoned within the cage of your ribs, a nestled heart thud.

This was the closest you’d ever been to him.

In the dim room, light fragments leaked from the doorframe’s gaps and highlighted his face in soft shades. You thought about sunlight: how it travelled at a nearly instantaneous speed, how distant it journeyed if only to linger on him, and how, in its earliest hours, it turned Jungkook’s brown eyes into honey.

This close, you felt more than heard the pace of his breathing; the warm air caressed your forehead as he leant past you to make sure the door was shut.

The silence allowed you to observe the room you had been pulled into, though you found it to be less of a room than you’d given it credit for. While the floor and lower shelves were crammed with an assortment of shoeboxes and house slippers, the upper half was littered with winter coats and gear. In the limited space, you could hardly exhale without your chest touching his.

It was a closet. Jungkook, in his panic, had trapped you both in a closet.

Beyond the door was the loud banter and cacophony of people as they cleaned up the prior night’s apocalyptic aftermath. Crushed plastic cups. Mops against floors. Changed bed sheets.

The two of you waited. A minute passed. Then, another. And another. They continued to clean the area outside where you hid, each too-close step causing him to flinch.

Whether it be his proximity or your ennui, you could no longer take it.

“Okay, you might have a problem with being seen but I don’t.” Your movement stirred a response from his then rigid frame. He had to maintain his golden boy reputation, after all. You, contrarily, had no notoriety of which you were caged by. The general population didn’t care about you the way they did Jungkook. The simple miracle of him attending a party would already be made a spectacle by Monday.

He reached for your wrist as you clutched the doorknob. His pout (which was horrendously endearing) compelled you to pause. “Please.” He kept your gaze, as if it were an insurmountable fact that one didn’t go against his wishes when faced with such a guise. You loathed how he was right.

“Fine, at least entertain me,” you whispered. Already, he looked as if he regretted not letting you go. “I’ve never seen you at a party before. Didn’t think you were the type to hook-up.”

You’d expected him to flush at your confrontational assumption, rather than the raised brow and head tilt you were met with. “And why’s that?”

“Because you’re so… you.” At his look did you shrug, rattled mind settling for the first adjective it thought of. “You’re cute.”

“Cute?”

“What? It’s a compliment.” You pat his head.

“What am I? A dog?” He huffed, blown air inflating his cheeks. He swatted your hands away and crossed his arms. You didn’t think it was a good time to point out how, in that moment, he very much looked like the kicked puppy he tried not to be. “You know, I’m not as innocent as you think I am.”

“Evidently not,” you said. “Or you wouldn’t be here, stuck in a closet with me, sneaking out after a one night stand.”

“Who said anything about a one night stand?”

Your brow raised. “You have a partner?”

The dark did little to conceal the crimson burn of his cheeks and ears. “No, but I’m just saying. I hypothetically could have one. You don’t know me.”

“We’ve been seatmates for five months, Jungkook.”

“And not once have we actually talked.”

“Unless I’ve been talking to your secret twin, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“You complaining about our prof everytime she gives out an assignment isn’t a conversation.”

“Only because you’re a teacher’s pet.” You huffed. While he might not have appreciated your circadian quips, you didn’t think it was the worst seatmate bonding time. “Which brings me to my next question: why’d you go last night?”

“I can’t go to parties like a regular college student just because I’m me?”

You sent him a pointed look because, yes, you didn’t think he went to parties like a regular college student. While you might not have known what he got up to during his free time (seeing as he didn’t have social media), you were certain that none of it involved vomiting in his grandmother's antique vase after declining a three-way with his dealer and her boyfriend – something that has totally never happened to you.

“What?” he whined.

“Who’s the lucky person that managed to drag the golden boy away from his studies?” If you were sure of anything, it was this: infatuation led people to the most unexpected of places. For what other reason would you stay entrapped in a closet with a man in a Hawaiian polo?

His hair, as wavy as a stygian sea, bounced as he shook his head.

“If you don’t tell me, I might accidentally start speaking too loudly,” you teased, voice rising in volume.

Panicked, he placed his palm over your lips. “Keep your voice to a whisper.” He sighed, relenting. “I… I came last night because I wanted to see you.”

You blinked.

“To see me?”

His bunny teeth gnawed his lip. “I’ve always thought you were kinda cool.” His hands rose to cover his overheated ears. “C’mon, you definitely know I like you. I always act like such an idiot around you.”

You didn’t know. How could you have possibly known when he never spared you a second glance?

Reading your disbelief, he continued. “You don’t remember the notepad incident?”

The cogs in your brain turned until a memory snapped to the surface; one of him leaving his desk unattended during lecture, and you ruffling through his post-it notes out of boredom (because for reasons unknown to you, he had dozens in numerous colors). What you weren’t expecting to find were short letters—if they could even be called that—written in the backs of them. They talked about infatuation and the art of unrequited passion, thoughts you’d never associated Jungkook to having. So engrossed in their messages, you hadn’t realized when he had come back. “Who’s this about?” you had asked him as he swiped his stationary back from you, face flushed.

“You said it was poetry.”

He groaned. “What about all the times I let you copy off my homework?”

“I thought you were just being nice!”

Jungkook pouted, his foot softly stomping in frustration at your idiocy. “I’m not that nice.”

“Then why didn’t you approach me?” You hadn’t seen him the entire night.

He took a step back. “You were… busy.”

“Oh.” Your stomach dropped. “Jungkook, I-”

“No, no,” he panicked. “You don’t have to explain yourself, you don’t owe me anything. Seriously.”

“But I still feel bad.”

“Well, don’t, it’s not like I didn’t… yeah.”

“Well, the past is the past.” You forced him to meet your eyes with a tug of his chin. “We can always make up for lost time.”

His adam’s apple bobbed. “What?”

Your hands trailed his arms, surprised at the hard muscle. He shivered as you blew on his ear. “I’ve always thought you were cute, too.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes, really,” you giggled. “You don’t think I have good taste?”

“If you did, I would’ve fucked you last night.”

You liked this bolder Jungkook. The one who met your gaze rather than shied from it.

“Well, if you had approached me, maybe you would have.” Your hands trailed his chest. “But we can always do it now.”

“What? Now? There are people outside.” His words supposed one thing but the hands resting on your hips said another.

“Should’ve thought of that before you dragged me in here.”

He curled inwards. “Sorry about that, by the way. I panicked.”

“Yeah, I could tell.” You pressed against his chest. The rise of his heartbeat drummed against your skin. “But if you hadn’t then I wouldn’t have been able to do this.”

The back of your hand grazed his crotch.

The teasing motion awoke in him something you had yet to see. His eyes darkened as he took a step closer to you, hands spread against the door behind you. He trapped you between his arms, his breath cascading across your skin. So slowly did he lean in that your wrist’s pulse began to tick like clockwork, as if it too were counting the seconds until he closed the gap.

When he did, you were knocked breathless.

His kiss was rough, not at all like the way he pressed against you. It was soft and passionate. Strange yet comfortable. Everything and nothing like you’d expected from this Jungkook.

Your hands ran through his hair, tangled in its softness. He tasted like mouthwash and smelled like baby power. He was the definition of intoxication, and you were content to be engulfed in his waters.

Pushing his hair from his eyes, he used his other hand to drag you closer to the center of his storm, the music of lips against lips a resounding orchestra. His giggles as you touched his neck were just as melodious as he wrapped his arms around your waist as if the closet were a ballroom and you were its guests.

There was no need for violas or harps, not when he pressed against you in harmonic promises. Soft groans fell from his lips faster than wisps of smoke dissipating after a lit candle had been extinguished. More than the fear of getting caught, you thought of the pressure of his hand on your back and his nose touching yours. You’d lost count of the times you had stepped on Jungkook's feet in the dark but his smile never dulled. He was the sun to whom you’d risk lighting yourself ablaze for even just a moment of his warmth.

In the eye of the storm, you were but a bird, flailing about until you could take off with outstretched wings and storm-swept feathers. You had taken care of a bird just like that in your adolescence, young and injured. You nursed it to health until its wings could carry its weight across the ether canvas. The next day, you’d seen a pack of hunting dogs and feathers across the field. You never took care of another wounded bird again.

You wondered if that were you, rising only to fall. It’d been years, yet the memory lingered. Would he only stay for as long as you were risen or would he be the genesis of your undoing?

Jungkook was infamous for all the wrong things yet loved for all the right ones. He was smart, diligent, outgoing – but he was also awkward, arrogant, and obsessive, only caring about his grades even if it meant putting his peers down and eating alone at breaks. He did internships and extracurriculars all day and studied until the break of dawn, but with every second that his rare attention was spent on you, your delusions that he was telling the truth about liking you grew bigger and bigger.

You were aware of all of this and still you fell into the depths of his being so completely that to let go of him would be to drown and never resurface. You didn’t believe that it was his intention to be so beguiling, but it didn’t stop him from entrapping you in the net that you had crafted yourself.

He liked you. Three words, he had said. Three beautiful words. When he looked at you like you were the answer to every question he had been asking the universe all his life, how were you supposed to want to let go? He said it once more against your lips. Then twice. Then thrice, until you no longer cared if you’d wake up the next day and find that only feathers remained. And so, you said those three words back, even if it would be the cause of your ruin.

You had no want for his reaction to your scarce genuinity. So when he inched away to confirm that he hadn’t misheard you, you pressed against him harder. “Did you-”

“Shut up,” you were quick to reply.

His tongue slipped between your lips. He sucked on the muscle as his once shy hands roamed behind you, squeezing your ass. Motivated by your soft groans, he ground his crotch against your front.

“I want you to fuck me,” you panted into his open mouth.

For a second, he stilled, as if shocked by the bluntness in which your words pierced him.

“You want that?” he tested the waters, resuming your kiss.

But you were impatient. “Please, Jungkook.”

“You really want our first time to be in a closet where anyone could hear us?”

“Yes,” you said. You wanted it. Needed it. “You could fuck me anywhere, I just need your cock in me now.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he groaned, unable to stop the jerking of his hips against you.

You smirked against his lips. “Really? Never thought my innocent little seatmate would be into this sort of thing.”

His eyes narrowed. “You really want me to prove it to you, huh?”

You played along. “I really don’t know what you mean.”

“You want me to treat you like the slut you are?” he teased. You shook, putty under his words. “You’re really sure?”

The dark rings in his eyes softened as he waited for your consent. His hands caressed the outside of your arms with a gentleness so sudden it gave you whiplash. Not that you needed his forbearance.

“Please, Jungkook, I want it.”

The heat between you returned at your panted answer. “You like being called what you are, huh?” The tone of his whisper made his voice that much more provocative.

“If I’m a slut, then what are you?” You eyed the marks on his neck with a grin.

He laughed as he dragged against your clothed core. His lips hovered over your own, smirking as you chased it when he pulled away. “You talk too much.” He tapped two fingers against your bottom lip. “Real sluts know what to do when I do this, don’t they?”

He pressed you harder against the door with his hips as you began to suck on his fingers. You had half a mind to tease him as he had teased you, but you had never been a patient person. Your tongue slobbered all over his digits as spit fell down your chin and onto your chest. You sucked and sucked; it rolled in your mouth the way you wanted to do to the cock rubbed against you. You humped him like a bitch in heat as his fingers reached as deep as they could in your mouth, trying to locate the spot that would make you gag.

He smirked at the sound when he found it. “Can’t even take my fingers? How is my cock ever going to fuck your warm throat?” His unoccupied hand applied pressure around your neck. You gasped at the new feeling and the delicious lightheadedness that came with it.

“Filthy slut, fucking some guy you barely know when you know I like you?” He grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. “Had to watch you act like a dumb whore just for some cock when you could’ve had mine so easily, baby. I had to fuck some random chick because of how hard your little outfit made me.” He grabbed your hand and placed it over his clothed crotch. “You feel how hard I am? This is all for you.” He sighed. “Whoring yourself out for some other guy and not even offering me your services? I’m disappointed in you.”

The prior night had been a drunken blur, and you could barely recall how you grinded against the stranger you’d spent the evening with. Apparently, he had seen it all; how that other man had almost fucked you in the middle of the dance floor, lips pressed against your neck, fingers pinching your nipples through your top.

Jungkook grabbed your face. He squished your cheeks together until your mouth opened. His tongue swirled in his mouth to collect his spit. “Say ‘ah’,” he cooed, before dripping his saliva down your throat. He used his thumb to push back the bits of it that leaked from the corner of your lips. “Swallow.”

Your body burned as you swallowed both your pride and his fluids. He pried open your mouth after he watched your throat bob to ensure you had swallowed every last drop. “Messy slut,” he degraded.

His lips collided with yours once more. A nasty, wet kiss, that left your toes curling and lower stomach fluttering. He sucked on the skin all around your face, dragging his tongue back and forth as if claiming ownership over you in the messiest way possible. He suctioned his way to your collarbone, only stopping to help you out of your top.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned. “I’ve jerked off to you so many times – even when I was fucking someone else last night, I thought of you. Do you know how difficult it was not to moan your name? I can’t believe I finally get to taste you.”

“But I wanna taste you first.” You pushed him away to unbutton his shirt.

His defined abs were a surprise in itself, but they weren’t what caused you to gasp.

“Okay, I know now that you’re not my innocent little classmate, but I didn’t expect this.”

‘This’ being the two metal rods pierced through his nipples.

He snorted at your genuine reaction. “Yeah, yeah, geek in the streets, freak in the sheets,” he said. “Now, suck.”

You didn’t need his command to lower your head and place his pierced nipple between your lips. You lapped at the left peak, the cool metal resting on your tongue.

He only bothered to unbutton and lift his pants low enough to free his cock. It bounced against his stomach, rockhard and covered with pre-cum.

Jungkook was huge. And he knew it.

“You’re…” There were millions of words in the dictionary, yet none could describe how wanton he left you feeling. His hands gripped the base and tapped it against his stomach. A droplet of cum leaked down the side, and it took all your mental strength not to drop to your knees right then. “Can I please suck your cock?”

He pet your head. “You’re only an obedient puppy when you want something, hm? Bet you say that to all the other guys you whore yourself out to.”

He pushed on you until you fell to your knees. You kept your gaze on how he licked his lips and looked down on you, though it was difficult when his large cock swang near you like a meal to the starved. He slapped his dick around your cheeks and forehead, his pre-cum rubbing across your closed eyelids to your chin. He avoided your lips.

You thought yourself akin to Tantalus, a man cursed by Zeus to stand in a pool of water beneath a fruit tree with low branches; when he’d go to drink, the water would recede, and when he went to eat, the branch moved out of reach.

“How badly do you want my cock in your dumb whore mouth?”

“More than anything.” Your hands tightened around his thighs. He still wore all his clothes, and the image was as teasing as the cock he continued to slap you with. “Only need you.”

“Oh, I know that, baby,” he said. “The question is whether you’re a good enough whore to deserve it.”

“Please let this whore suck your large cock,” you begged, taking a page from his book and staring up at him with puppy-dog eyes, mewling against his leg. “I’m just a dumb bimbo willing to do anything for cock.”

He, finally, tapped his length against your lips. You waited for his command before you licked the head, scared he’d retreat if you didn’t obey him.

“Open,” he said. A word you’d never been happier to hear.

Prepared now for his length, you held in your need to gag as you slid him down. His brow raised, impressed. “You must’ve taken a lot of cock down this throat, you’re too good at this.”

Deeper and deeper, he went. You winked when your lips met the base of it.

“You’re too fucking good, bet you have a line of guys dreaming about your pretty lips wrapped around them.” His hand pushed and pulled you harder, treating you as nothing more than a toy thats only purpose was to suck cock. “Do you know how my friends talk about you? They think you’re so pretty, baby. I can’t even blame them for talking about how much they wanna fuck you. Turn you into their cockslut. They’re so jealous that I get to see your cute face everyday. Of course, it’s not only your face that I look at.”

With the way your arousal increased with his every thrust, it was as if your mouth was connected to your hole.

The room filled with his heavy breathing. He bit his fist to keep quiet, conscious of the noise that continued to permeate the hallway a door away. You whined when he threw his head back, no longer able to watch how his skin pinked and his pupils widened at your ministrations.

Jungkook was ethereal, using your face as a glorified hole for his pleasure.

“Doesn’t take much to turn you into a cockslut, does it?” He pulled you to your feet, ignoring your complaints of wanting him back in your mouth. “You’re so easy that it’s almost boring.”

Every word out of his mouth made your core clench.

He turned you to face the wall and pulled your bottoms off to have access to your hole. You jumped when he lightly spanked your center.

When he noticed the ceiling hook directly above you, he grinned. “Lift your arms, slut.”

Your back to him, you couldn’t see how he grabbed one of your clothes and used it to tie your wrists to the hook. He adjusted it until he deemed you comfortable enough.

He pinched your ass, spreading your cheeks to reveal your winking hole. “Such a slutty fucking hole, all for me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you said. “All for you, only you.”

“You probably don’t even need to be prepped, huh? Sluts are always ready.”

Still, he sat down on his calves and began to trace you with the rough pads of his fingers. His other hand held onto your hips as you began to buck around, the touch so teasing that it left you desperate for more.

You were no stranger to sex and the pleasure that came with it, yet Jungkook’s touch felt so different from all the others you’ve been with. Even your own hands, hands that knew your body better than anyone else, paled in comparison to his teasing movements. He would give you just enough of what you needed before retreating, leaving your body in a constant tug and pull of ecstasy and wanting.

And then his lips. Plush and soft. He kissed around you before diving in, his tongue making a home for itself in you. The muscle wiggled around to touch your tight walls.

“I knew it,” he groaned, losing himself in you. “You taste so fucking good.”

Wads of his spit were shoved into you with his fingers. He would gather his saliva and finger it as deep as he could, repeating the process until you were overflowing. It wasn’t even that he was prepping you, you realized, he just loved turning you into a messy slut covered in him.

He spat onto your ass once more, massaging it into your skin.

“I’d ask if you were ready for my cock, but I know you are,” he said, pressing his chest onto your back and rubbing his length down your crack.

“I need it.” You rubbed your ass against his crotch, enticing him to fuck you full.

So, he did.

“It slid right in,” he moaned. “Do I have to thank whoever fucked you last night for loosening you up for me?”

You wanted to watch him, but the knots above you were too tight to turn. All you could do was hang pliant, nothing but a body to be used for Jungkook. After all his teasing, he didn’t wait for you to adjust to his ginormous length before bottoming out. His pace was rapid as he jackhammered into you.

Your mouth hung open, brain emptied in pleasure.

“I’m gonna need you to be quiet, baby,” he whispered in your ear. “Wanna be a good slut for me and keep that whore mouth shut, hm?”

You’d been left drunk by his words alone, the consonants and vowels swirled in your mind until all you could think of was the shaft that dragged against your insides. Back and forth. Back and forth.

“Nothing but a dumb little fuckhole for me to breed, isn’t that right?”

It became more difficult with every thrust to hold back your moans without hands to bite on.

“You like that?” He delivered a harsh thrust into you. “Want to be nothing but a cumdump? Gonna make you take all my cum, have it dripping down your thighs as you walk home, forced to think of me fucking you every step of the way there.”

“Fuck,” you hiss. “Feels so good.”

“Did I say you could speak?”

You whined when his cock slipped out, fearful that he might leave you unfinished. Instead, he rustled through your fallen clothes on the floor. When he stood, you had a suspicion of what came next.

He shoved the wad of lace into your parted lips.

“Snap your fingers twice if you want out, okay?”

He slid his cock back into you, moving at a slower pace this time. He would pull out until only his head remained, before violently shoving back in until his balls pounded onto your ass.

“I think I like you better like this,” he smirked as he tugged your chin to face him. He angled your face side-to-side, as one would inspect goods in a market. After a moment, he nodded in approval. You could imagine what he saw: a slut with snot dripping from their nose, tears raining from their eyes, and new marks littering their neck replacing the ones before it. “You know what I’d do if you were mine?” He sniffed your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.

Your head shook.

“I’d fuck your pretty ass until it’s dripping with my cum. Would plug you up and have you walk around and attend class, feeling all of my seed in your belly with every little movement you make. You wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything without my help, hm, baby? I’d turn you into a dumb little bimbo who needs me for even the littlest tasks.” Your eyes rolled at the purr of his tone as he whispered every single thing he’d do to you against the lobe of your ear. “Good sluts take whatever I give them.”

“I need that so bad,” your voice came out muffled from beneath the fabric. You wanted to tug your wrists from where he’d tied them above you and feel his skin beneath your palms.

He caressed your nape with a condescending laugh. “I know you do. I’d train you to be the perfect cumdump. My cumdump. Would have you wearing the shortest clothes and bend you over every surface so that everyone passing by could see your messy hole. And you’d love it, wouldn’t you? Would love everyone watching you, knowing that I’m the only one allowed to touch you… until I ask my friends to play with you, of course. I’m not that selfish.” You tightened around him. “Oh, you’d love to be passed around and gang-banged. You’d be so filled up with cum that your stomach would bloat.”

Clearly, he had an exhibitionist streak (among a plethora of other kinks). Something you should’ve guessed by how quickly his pants tented when you suggested fucking in a closet. Evidently, you had the same streak, if your clenched slit had anything to say for it.

“You’re so fucking tight. I never wanna leave this hole.”

You were thankful he had stuffed your ruined panties in your mouth lest he heard your mindless babbles as you neared your climax.

His hips began to thrust even faster than you would’ve thought possible. Your heart spiked as each motion made noise loud enough for the outside to hear – but you could no longer care, lost in the sensations of his hard cock belitting you into nothing more than a hole to fuck.

“You take my cock so easily. Didn’t even need much prep. You’re just a common whore, aren’t you?”

You feverishly nodded.

He reached around you to remove the wad of cotton from your mouth. “Where do you want my cum?” he groaned, the words rushing from his lips as he chased his climax.

“In me,” you cried into your shoulder, barely conscious enough to not want to get caught. “I need you to fill me with your seed.”

“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re so hot, you know that? Could fuck you for the rest of my life.”

In and out. In and out. His hips moved so swiftly that you could no longer think, sufficiently dick-drunk. He no longer cared about pacing, simply using you as a doll to get off.

“I want you to cum with me,” he said. His dominant demeanor faded as he desperately clung onto every inch of your skin, hand roaming your sides as he chased his end. His fingers began tugging at your nipples roughly, urging you to reach the finale with him. His words were breathlessly rushed as if they fell from his lips without thought: “Need you to cum, need to feel you cum around me. Shit. You look so pretty fucked out. Such a good slut for me. You’re doing so good, baby.”

Your orgasm crashed against you like a tidal wave, unexpected and violent. Your body thrashed against your binds, hips jerking back and forth as pleasure overtook you - possessed you, almost. Your hole pulsed against his cock, tightening around the length as fluids overflowed.

He jerked into you once more, his cum painting your insides. Soft expletives fell from his lips between praises as he gently rocked his hips into you to ensure his cum wouldn’t spill.

The sensation of his cock slipping out of you felt like heaven and sin.

You hadn’t orgasmed so destructively in… you couldn’t remember having ever experienced anything that came close to that. You weren’t certain if it was because of the risk of getting caught or because Jungkook was that good. Perhaps, it was a mix of both.

You shook at the binds above you, tired from your orgasm.

He wasn’t quite finished, however.

You waited, confused, until you felt his tongue lap your hole, sucking his cum out of you. Sensitive, your feet kicked at him to stop, but he was relentless in his mission to fill his mouth with his own seed.

Your stomach curled at the mischievous glint in his eyes as he stood. He pried your mouth open with his fingers before depositing all of his saliva-mixed cum onto your tongue. “Don’t swallow yet, baby.”

He leaned on your body with a softness that matched his gaze, his hand resting on your hip, his chest on your back. His fingers played with the fluids in your mouth, swirling it with your spit until it combined into a mess that ran down your chin (which he licked up and spat back in). Content, he finally commanded you to swallow.

The thick concoction ran down your throat slowly, becoming a part of you. You groaned at the heady sensation alongside Jungkook’s pliant kisses around your nape.

He gently untied your wrists from the hook, rubbing the skin from any soreness. When he was done, he rocked your tired body back-and-forth to soothe you. You crumpled onto his figure as if your bones had disintegrated to dust.

“We… We really just did that.” Jungkook had finally come back to himself, doe eyes widened as if he had broken from a spell. “Are you alright?”

You laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, you?”

He nodded, scratching at his nape.

The next few minutes consisted of an awkward dance, the pair of you picking up your clothes, constantly stumbling against each other in the process. Each time, Jungkook would avert his gaze to the ceiling or the floor – whatever he could do to give you privacy in the confined quarters of a storage closet. The silence was so thick that to distort it with words felt unnatural. He only spoke to tell you that the hallway was quiet, no longer occupied by the residents of the house, and that you were both free to leave unnoticed.

Even the goodbye was stilted, as if you had been possessed by beings other than yourselves during the incident and were now left to deal with the consequences.

Under the morning light outside, Jungkook flushed as red as a polluted sunset. He gingerly waved from where he stood, making sure that you got into your Uber safely (only after nagging the driver to escort you with utmost caution). Your lips parted, but the words wouldn’t surface. Instead, you settled for a wave back.

A smile cracked on his lips as he watched your car hug the corner of the street and disappear from view.

The next time you saw Jungkook was during a lecture. His glasses were back on his face, sweater vest tucked into his trousers. He looked nothing like the man who had fucked you dumb the weekend before, back to being the epitome of what you’d expect every nerd who took college too seriously to look like.

You took your usual seat beside him, unsure if bringing it up casually would make him uncomfortable. Already, his cheeks and ears were red, and you could almost feel the heat radiating off of them.

You exchanged shy greetings before returning to your individual tasks: him, pretending to rewrite notes (when really he was doodling on the corners of his notebook), and you, pretending to send a text (when really you were swiping your homescreen back and forth).

He shot you furtive glances when he thought you weren’t looking. His fingers drummed against the table and his knee shook as if he was working up the courage to say anything. Gone was the boy who had had all the words ready in the palm of his hand that morning.

“Hey,” you smiled. “Did you start on the final project already?”

His head whipped towards you, wide eyes and parted lips telling you he hadn’t expected you to make the first move, perhaps content to fester in the ruined classmate relationship after your somewhat strained goodbye post-rendezvous. How does one act after confessing your feelings and subsequently fucking in a closet? You knew how to react to hook-ups, and you knew how to react to confessions, but both? At the same time? Your head spun.

“I- That-” He struggled to gather his words as each consonant slipped through his fingers like fine sand. He, a past valedictorian, had been left dumb. “I did,” he croaked out. “You?”

“Of course, you did.” You laughed, the sound more metallic than you’d intended. “I’m gonna start next week.”

“Cool,” Jungkook replied.

The silence thickened the air between you like smog. The minute stretched on for forever, the pair of you waiting for the other to break the silence first in an unannounced game of chicken.

“I just-” “I don’t-”

Your voices overlapped each other, causing you to exchange awkward grins.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Can I start?”

You told him to go ahead.

“I just wanted you to know that I meant what I said about liking you.” He rubbed his nape. “I didn’t mean for what happened to happen, but I don’t regret it.”

His gaze burned into your own as if he were searching for any clues as to what you felt. It was terrifying, the sincerity in which it pierced you. But you had no want to run from it. Not anymore.

“I don’t regret it, either,” you said. “Plus, that might’ve been one of the hottest hook-ups I’ve ever had.”

He blushed. “And about the ‘me liking you’ part?”

You dragged your chair closer to his. “After the way you treated me, how could I not?”

It took him a moment to compose himself, back ramrod straight as goosebumps ran down his arms at the turn he hadn’t expected the conversation to take. He anxiously glanced at the row behind where you two sat, teeth biting into his bottom lip in a way you found infatuating. You were thankful to every god out there that he had been caught in traffic that first day and forced to sit in the back row beside you. Jungkook, who had been nothing more than a cute, grade-conscious stranger at the time.

The minute it took for him to steel his nerves was worth it, you found out.

Just in time, the professor walked through the door and began taking attendance. You were so focused on waiting that you jumped when Jungkook’s hand began trailing up and down your thigh.

Your eyes widened.

“Did you really like it?” he whispered.

“Like what?”

“The way I treated you.”

There were thousands of ways you could’ve affirmed his statement, but you settled for a nod.

His hand moved up your inner thigh, nearing your crotch. The upward jerk of your hips caused a satisfied smirk to settle on his lips. “If you want to continue being my good pet, then don’t make a sound.”

So enthralled were you in his touch that you hadn’t realized that your professor had called you. Twice.

“Present,” you yelled, embarrassed by the startled shakiness in your tone.

“Good pet,” he praised, rubbing harder through your clothes. “You want more?”

Jungkook licked his fingers with a nymph gaze. With his free hand, he unbuttoned your pants.

Paranoid, you glanced around the lecture hall.

“Don’t kid yourself,” his low tone caused goosebumps to run across your arms. “I know a common whore like you wants to be stared at while being used.”

His hand dipped into your underwear, moving directly to your hole. He rubbed the area around it before inserting a finger into you, deliciously wiggling it around. His spit allowed it to smoothly enter you with a soft ‘squish’.

In front, the lesson had begun. Not that you could pay attention. Your focus zeroed in on the intoxicating slowness in which Jungkook made a toy out of you, hand moving back and forth.

“Can someone please read the first section on page 130?”

You froze as your professor began glancing up and down the rows in search of a prospect, disappointed at the disinterested gazes of her students. This would be the time that, like clockwork, Jungkook’s arm would raise. And yet it stayed, connected to you below the table.

A historical moment: Jungkook not volunteering.

Instead, he did something entirely different.

You gasped when he grabbed your arm and made you raise your hand.

“Great,” the professor acknowledged you, gesturing you to begin.

You quickly flipped through the pages, hands shaking when you realized that Jungkook wouldn’t stop. If anything he began to finger you faster, hitting the area that caused spots to cloud your vision.

Your voice shook as you read out the passage. Scattered letters chased each other on the page; your eyes raced to keep up with them. Had the words always been so small?

Jungkook had fingered you dumb enough to forget how to read.

“Though scholars believed that–” He pushed his fingers directly against your most sensitive spot. “–That, um, though they believed that–”

You accidentally made eye contact with a few of your classmates, their impatience with your slow pace making it hard for you to wring the words into sentences. Your voice came out breathy yet stilted, guttural stops after every few words.

When you finished the section, you leaned against the back of your chair in relief as the class resumed. Jungkook, however, was a stranger to giving you breaks, simply speeding his ministrations.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach heightened the faster he went. Your eyes bounced around the nearby rows to check if anyone noticed the slight creaking sound that came from this new speed, but were reassured to find that everyone was busy analyzing a chart on the projector.

When you turned to face him, you were pleased to find that half of his notes were in scribbles. You’d be quite offended if your tightness around his fingers weren’t at least a bit of a distraction to the star pupil. You had half a mind to joke about fucking one of your classmates to borrow their notes to lend to him just so that he’d jealousy-fuck you the moment class dismissed. You were just about to when you felt it – that tell-tale tightening.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, your legs beginning to shake. “I’m coming.”

His lips brushed against the lobe of your ear. “Cum for me then, slut.”

You breathed so heavily from holding back your moans that you became lightheaded, lost in the euphoria of your danger-filled release. The world was but a blur as you crumpled into your seat exhausted. You hadn’t even realized how Jungkook’s fingers slipped out of you, nor how he buttoned you up and kissed your forehead.

Above, the bell ringing signalled the end of the class, alongside the routine sounds of chairs scraping against hardwood floors and stationary being stuffed into totes and backpacks.

The two of you were left alone in the classroom, eyes finding one another in the solitude.

You grinned, still in a daze. “There isn’t a CCTV in here, right?”

He moved you onto the desk, hands gripping your hips. “Even if there was, would you care?”

And the answer was ‘no’, you didn’t. As long as you were wrapped in your seatmate’s warmth and greeted with his shy yet teasing smiles, you wouldn’t have cared where he touched you. What could’ve been a one morning stand began a series of trysts both public and private, and you both wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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[kookie-corner]

whipped - JJK

↣ another day, another trend that you’re forced to participate in with your boyfriend. It was his idea but he somehow gets sidetracked, with his head between your thighs.

pairing — tiktoker!jungkook x reader

genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, crack, pwp

word count — 5K

warnings/tags — college au, sorta established relationship, strong language, barista!reader, thigh kink (ofc), kinda famous jk, explicit smut — big dick jk, manhandling, exhibitionism, dirty talk, biting/scratching, hickeys, fingering, oral (f & m), hair pulling, clit biting, degradation, spanking, pussy slapping, squirting, deep throating, cum eating, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, doggy style, unprotected sex, cum on chest?, aftercare

a/n — if you don’t watch tiktoks, that’s fine, he kinda explains it in the fic. I couldn’t get tiktoker!jk out of my head.

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Rubbing at the itch on your forehead, you’re scrubbing down the counter with tired arms, switching from one to the other while your co-worker sits at one of the tables, giggling at her phone screen now and again. If it was any other day, you would ask her to help but you’re not in the mood for another argument. Today had been one of those days, the kind that made you regret ever begging for a job here at the café. You were forced to deal with two elderly woman who chewed your ear off about not having oat milk. Despite you telling them – multiple times – that you don’t handle inventory.

Then you messed up two orders, which was entirely your fault. But you know that it could’ve been avoided if Mina got off her phone for a minute and remembered that she had a job to do instead of taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi here.

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[kookie-corner]

— eat me | jjk

—🎧: church by chase atlantic

summary: you accuse all men of not knowing how to make women cum, and your best friend, ever the competitive one, challenges you to let him show you that he doesn’t fall into that category. blame the tequila for what ensues

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: (18 +) explicit

genre + warnings: pwp, fwb au, f2l au, smut, fluff | alcohol consumption, they’re a bit drunk and clumsy but both consent, kissing, straddling, marking, biting, jk finds out he has a daddy kink 😮‍💨, spitting, multiple orgasms, fingering, breast play, nipple biting, clit slapping, cunnilingus, squirting, googie’s obsessed with yn’s puss puss 🤪 unprotected penetrative sex, doggy, big cock!jeon, cream pie

word count: 3.3k

author’s note: this was supposed to be posted before 12am on 2.22 but i got a little carried away. honestly, idk what i was thinking 😩 enjoy this filth & happy birthday to me i guess 🥳

“Why the fuck do you have on a suit?” Jungkook sighs and rolls his eyes as you let him inside your apartment. You keep staring at him, though, and can’t deny how good your best friend looks in one. He removes his shoes and then proceeds to slip off the jacket and places it to hang on the coat rack before plopping down on your couch with another sigh as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, forearm tattoos in full view.

“My dad made me go with him to a meeting at his publishing company. Wants me to be more involved or whatever,” he shakes his head and then looks over at you when you ask if he’d like anything to drink. Jungkook doesn’t know what takes over him when he notices the way your shorts mold deliciously to your plump ass, white t-shirt riding up a little to reveal a sliver of soft skin as you bend over to grab something out of the fridge. Yeah, you were pretty, hot even, but he’s never looked at you that way. He especially never thought about how your ass would feel in his hands.

Maybe he’s just fucking exhausted.

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