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ALL I WANT - JJK | five

after distancing yourself from jungkook because of the indirect confession you made, you never realised how much you’d miss him, and what better way to show him that than through the phone?

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 10.5k

chapter warnings/tags — bestfriends2lovers!au, fuckboy!jk, textbooknerd!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, joon is a drug dealer, tae is a junkie, vmin sideship, soft shower scene, indirect confession, lots of touching, jk is so oblivious, late night texting, jk loves your glasses, explicit content, sexting, mutual masturbation, exchanging of illicit photos, exchanging of illicit videos, teasing, male masturbation, female masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, praise, so much cum +more.

a/n: this is LONG overdue, but the loml loma @velvetwicebang should’ve been recognised earlier when posting this series for her everworking writing skills and input (especially for jungkook’s pov of things) so pls show her all the love 🥹 i swear she doesn’t bite ☹️🫶

also, apologies for the inactivity, your girl was dying in a&e with a cyst (it’s still there) and is now on indefinite sick leave from work 💀😭

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

Oh.

So maybe Jungkook didn’t have a valid reason to narrow his eyes once you left him alone after he’d mustered up the energy to sit up on the bed, pouting to himself after he was turned away in the midst of tossing his leg over the edge of the mattress, about to boldly follow your footsteps into the shower until he heard the lock click.

“Wha..” Confusion spilling from his doe eyes, he stopped dead in his tracks and ruffled the back of his fluffy bed hair, staring at the door with his brows slightly furrowed as he made out the sound of the shower from outside the connected bathroom, “Whatever, fuck you.” The man raised his voice to shout the following, already knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hear him, “Not like I also wanted to shower or anything!”

Jungkook was clearly pouting and he’d rather get a hundred carpet burns than let you see that side of him no matter how much it bothered him, so the man ‘brushed it off’ and scooted his bare ass further up the bed, stopping when his back met the wooden headboard behind him.

He figured this would be the perfect time to catch up on his texts, now that you decided to leave him completely alone. (It wasn’t even that big of a deal, honestly, yet the sulking man seemed awfully desperate to look for other ways to distract his brain from thinking about it, naturally tapping on his and the guys’ groupchat).

He always prepared himself for the most chaotic situations, just a few weeks ago the chat went crazy bickering over who would pay for Hoseok’s bail money after the latter got drunk off his ass, and funnily enough, the week before that one Hobi sent a long ass text declaring he decided to stop drinking.

Just like that, out of nowhere.

Of course, no one believed him.

Unlike those times, this morning’s topic of conversation seemed to be…normal, which was rare.

namjoon added ‘chim’ to the chat!

chim: hey guys! 👋

yoongi: holy fuck he’s alive

hoeseok: who💀 jimin or joon?

yoongi: damn both of em😭😭😭 just 30 mins alone w you can’t be easy

hoeseok: fuck u.

namjoon: we all know you want to dude, but he’s happily taken remember??

hoeseok: i’m gonna kick myself out this gc 😭

u guys need to chillllll

jin: just like how jungkook chilled w y/n in your bed last night 😏😏

yoongi: bro 💀💀💀💀

hoeseok: nah bc i’m actually still pissed that fucker offered to buy me a new bed set under 50 bucks????? what world does he live in

namjoon: 😑😑 okay wheres tae? he has to know where jungkook’s at

jin: he’s probably at y/n’s place but there’s also a possibility that he ran back to his dorm like a pussy

namjoon: taetae

TAEEEEEE

namjoon: tae answer or no more hard drugs for you to get addicted to 🙄 your choice

yoongi: dude shut up the guy’s probably still sleeping

jin: tae did you call a chick over after i dropped you off last night?

hoeseok: i wouldn’t blame him

he was babysitting joon most of the night, he had no chance to shoot his shot

tae: fuk no

i dropped dead on the couch as soon as i got home

yoongi: so jungkook didn’t come home last night?

Taehyung chewed on his bottom lip from his bedroom, hesitating on whether he should throw his best friend under the bus just to save himself from any more unsolicited revelations in front of new interest Jimin, or suck it up like a man.

tae: no, he’s still at y/n’s

jin: I FUCKING CALLED IT

jeon: DUDE

Jungkook was never gonna hear the end of it. The guys already teased the hell out of him because of you, and now that he actually fucked you, he would never live it down.

jeon: i’m never covering for ur ass again 🙄

yoongi: ….u guys are such best friends it’s disgusting

namjoon: mf have you been lurking all along

jin: he probably has 💀

hoeseok: PUSSY

jeon: oh fuck off hyung i get more play than you

Maybe that was a little too far, but Jungkook was sticky and sweaty and your bedroom was hot as shit. A nice shower would’ve sufficed.

jeon: respectfully. sorry. ily. pick out a new bed set xoxo.

yoongi: DAMN 💀💀

namjoon: ...

jin: 🙇‍♂️ me bowing bc i taught him well

hoeseok: make it a $100 bed set 😒

jeon: ur crazy if u think i have $100 on me

but deal 🤝

After that’d been set in stone, readying for his pockets to hurt, Jungkook carelessly tossed his phone aside and combed one hand through his oily hair, on his feet and on his way to invite himself into the shower with you.

You wouldn’t mind, right?

It’d only been 5 minutes since you stepped into the shower, just standing under the shower head and letting the steaming hot water run down your body.

What if he left?

No, he wouldn’t leave again.

But what if he did?

The thought left an unsettling feeling in your stomach and you had this sudden urge to hit pause on your shower and check he was still there, lying naked on your bed, but you held yourself back. Caring this much was not a good sign.

“Open up,” Jungkook annoyingly rattled on the doorknob with his forehead pressed against the door, unknowingly soothing your anxiety while acting like a needy child, not once stopping his tugging and turning on the metal knob. “Let me innnn!”

Alright, now he was fucking with you, grinning whilst waiting to meet you face to face.

The constant rattling of the doorknob startled you, but Jungkook’s whiny voice was one you could always recognise, even if he was faking it. At least he didn’t go home, so that was a win for you.

You stopped massaging your scalp, bits of bubbles following your every move as you stepped out of the shower, leaving the water to run. The bathrobe that was hanging behind the door was now draped over your body to cover your front, now holding onto the doorknob and fighting off the hopefulness in your eyes.

“God, I thought someone was breaking in,” you sigh, holding the bathrobe tightly to your chest. “What do you need, Kook?” You try to sound as unamused as you could spotting the stupidly attractive grin on his face, yet the sight of him from the neck down played as a distraction.

“What does it look like I need? A goddamn shower.”

Jungkook was right about a shower. Things got so messy and he was walking around the dorm with his dick out, he probably made more mess for you to clean up.

Pushing past your dumbfounded self, Jungkook didn’t question why you were covering yourself up after what you both just did, but he figured he’d get to see you naked soon enough if you were about to shower together.

Like regular friends did, of course.

“What are you waiting for?” The man turned to look over his shoulder after stepping under the lukewarm stream of water, staring at you past the wet hair that fell over his eyes, “Join me.”

You stared back at him, mouth slightly ajar as your eyes dipped a little too low and met with droplets of water rushing between every crevice of his abs. He had no right looking like a nude model right now

“Right…” you mentally rolled your eyes and let out a huff, pulling the bathrobe off your body, but you felt a little exposed; more focused on the fact that now neither of you were exactly ‘in the moment.’

The bathrobe pooled at your ankles and you parted ways from it, hesitantly climbing in and standing in front of the much larger male so you could also snag some of the water from the shower head. Jungkook had an advantage, being much bigger and taller, most of the water would land on his shoulders and just bounce off, ignoring your presence.

Being this close to him once again; your soaked back pressing against his built chest and practically sticking to him, you felt the urge to apologise because there was absolutely no way you were doing this on purpose. “Sorry, it’s a little tight in here,” you speak up, glancing back at him over your shoulder and making sure you weren’t making him uncomfortable, yet your apology was useless; you were still unknowingly, pressing up against him.

The part of Jungkook that didn’t always think with his dick found your newborn shyness awfully endearing.

‘It was a pattern,’ he’d noticed, ‘after we’re done fucking, she suddenly gets real shy, even avoids looking into my eyes as if she wasn’t just batting her eyelashes up at me minutes ago’.

Sometimes he wished to dive into your mind without any sort of heads up, just him as he came, pocketing a handful of your thoughts and knowledge for himself along the way (maybe then he’d actually know what went on in your head during moments like these, where all that spoke was the running water as it caressed his naked body and shunned yours).

“You don’t have to apologize, dummy,” Jungkook shook his head, although you couldn’t see him, taking a minute to expand his eyes down your unblemished back, not exclusively sexual, but heavily aware of how he was practically hogging the shower all to himself.

“Here,” with both hands clasped over your shoulders, Jungkook stepped back and let you take over his spot, brushing his wet hair away from his forehead and running a hand down his face to get rid of any water droplets.

Grabbing a bottle of soap he found on the side, Jeon thought about washing himself but changed his mind upon realising there was someone else that could do it for him.

You.

Maybe this would help you get over your timidness, and in all honesty, Jungkook felt a little out of place for being so casual and nonchalant about all of this..

“Yo, shower hogger,” the taller tapped your shoulder with his index finger, waiting until you turned around to raise his brows and glance down at his body expectantly, extending the bottle of soap out towards you, “I’m just so tired, help me wash?” He felt like he was quoting the beginning scene of a porno, and Jungkook knew that you knew that he was exaggerating.

You looked up at Jungkook with an ‘are you serious’ kind of expression, raising a brow at him as if he was crazy. “You’re tired? Please,” you shook your head. If anything, you should be the one that’s tired, especially after that mind-blowing head session you have him, but still, you gave into the big man, grabbing the bottle of berry scented soap from his grasp and squeezing a generous amount onto your palms.

“Since when did you need help taking showers? Last time I checked, babies needed that.” you lather the soap in your hands, rubbing them together to create more bubbles before taking a step back and looking the man up and down, deciding where the hell to even start. “You’re a big baby, aren’t you, Jeon?” you tease, finally deciding to set your palms flat on his chest as you kept your eyes trained on him, very much mocking him with just your eyes.

Jungkook was definitely not built like a big baby, but there were times where he’d do the most endearing things that made you wanna squeeze his cheeks and gauge out his doe eyes. Like, when you’d upset him over little things, he’d sit around pretending he wasn’t upset but you would clearly see the pout on his face, with the added crossing his arms over his chest (exactly like a child).

You grabbed onto his bicep, pulling his body closer to yours a little and snaking his arm around your waist just to keep a secure hold on you so you both could catch some of the water running up above. You wondered about your next move. It seemed a little unusual, massaging his chest under the shower, but then again, you’d already done far from appropriate things; including sweaty bodies, someone’s tears, and a shitload of cum.

Despite all that, you gently caressed the damp skin of his chest, awfully slow and counting each tiny little bubble bursting against him. “Like this?” you prompt, gliding your fingers across his chest and the action itself left your own chest tingling.

This was next level intimate.

Jungkook hadn’t said anything else after childishly puffing out a, ‘I’m not a baby’ with a comical roll of his smiling eyes, studying your face and changing expressions in comfortable silence whilst you roamed your hands over his soapy chest, the arm that curled around the you holding you securely with one palm pressed flat over the small of your back.

Fuck, Jungkook hoped you couldn’t make out how fast his wild little heart was beating even behind all those bubbles. You couldn’t… right? It would quite literally kill the man to try and explain himself out of that one because— he didn’t fucking know why his heart was running laps either!

He already worried enough that he made himself look dumb in front of his super smart best friend; he wanted you to think he had the brains of goddamn Einstein, like yourself, and looking for the right words to explain himself wasn’t going to do him any justice.

Either way, Jungkook just knew it was nice having someone else wash him up… like a servant.

A pretty servant with great tits, at that.

“Yeah..” Jeon finally breathed out another word, unaware that he was inching in towards your face quietly enough that you didn’t catch on and stop your scrubbing, “Just like that.”

He had to uncomfortably tip his neck down a little to reach you, but when his parted lips were merely inches away from yours, Jungkook didn’t waste any time and trapped you in a surprisingly slow moving kiss, raising one hand to cup the side of your face as his thumb traced over your cheekbones.

‘He kissed me first!’ was all you could think about right now. And the kiss easily held a deeper meaning behind it, one that didn’t scream ‘we’re kissing because of sex’. Unless Jungkook thought exactly that..

Then that would be a lot of damage.

Were you hearing yourself right now? You felt pitiful; falling for him after fucking him and now you were head-over-heels for the man just because he kissed you first.

What were the chances of him deciding to settle down? And would Jungkook settle down with you? It was a question you never wanted to answer, or hear the answer to, because there were very high chances the answers to both those questions wouldn’t benefit you. You did hold a tiny bit of hope, only the tiniest, that maybe, just maybe, Jungkook could be feeling the same way. His heart literally on the verge of bursting against your palm struck up a couple questions in your mind, but you easily dismissed them, using the water as an excuse to cover for him.

Yet, with all those doubts, you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. God knows you wanted to kiss him and he was merely doing you a favour by getting Jungkook to make the first move. It was unexpected, but that’s what made it all the best.

When he did finally pull away after a full minute of tasting your soft lips, his tongue cheekily swiped over his bottom lip while still cupping your face in his big hands, looking into your eyes with that endearing smile that made your heart jump.

You stopped moving your hand, leaving it to rest again his chest whilst your free hand made home on top of his, your fingertips briefly brushing over your cheek as you intertwined your fingers, pulling his hand down to your chest.

Right over your beating heart.

“You don’t realise it, but you have my heart running laps,” you whisper softly, squeezing Jungkook’s hand and suddenly releasing him from your hold, doing your best to turn your back on him and bask under the warm water raining above.

Good idea, leave him confused with words.

Jungkook wasn’t that stupid though, he was perceptive only when it seemed advantageous to him, which was something you picked up on over the years. He’d be able to crack this one. Surely.

You groaned quietly to yourself, lulling your head back a little to have the water slip down your front, but you were too distracted by the warmth to notice your head falling back against his chest, your body relaxing as you released a soft breath.

Nothing outright witty or smart-assy slipped out his mouth during the shared, tender moment between you both; Jungkook acknowledged your words within his own mind, quietly, digesting whatever it was that that had the back of his neck and tips of his ears drowning red.

The man thought about your— ‘you have my heart running laps’ —for quite a while now, a week to be exact, and sometimes it’d pop in his head at the most random times, it was lowkey starting to freak him out.

Wherever Jungkook was, so were you. Figuratively.

In his mind that was usually blank, you were there, present as always while prompting his heart to beat recklessly and his lungs to stutter whilst they filled with air, often catching him off guard.

Truthfully, Jeon had been too busy battling it out with noobs on Call of Duty, to really question what you meant that day. You weren’t making it easy for him to talk to you either. You completely shut him out after the shower ‘incident’ (which was approximately 2 days ago) and used the excuse of ‘I need to catch up on my assignments’, to avoid him.

Obviously he didn’t know that, but he wasn’t suspicious either. It was normal for you to go radio silent for a couple days to focus on your studies, and Jungkook respected that. Normally he’d bug you, but not this time around.

Which was weird.

Even Taehyung found it odd, coming back home and finding Jungkook still playing his game. He was high as hell, but he knew something weird when he saw it.

Slumping against the empty space beside Jungkook, Taehyung carelessly throws his arm around the younger’s muscly shoulders. “What’ve you been up to, then? You been sitting on your ass this whole time?” he asks, eyeing the TV screen and seeing that he was currently in the game lobby, waiting to start a new match. “No girls over tonight? Not even Y/N?”

Even though he was high, a part of him wanted things to set sail between you and his roommate.

“Were you too shy to call her? Or did she just reject you when you tried?” Taehyung’s assumptions weren’t impossible. He’d been around long enough to watch Jungkook’s countless invitations to hang out or get something to eat, get straight up rejected by you because you were too busy studying.

“Ah, Y/N?” No use in brushing it off now.

Two days without seeing you or talking to you, felt like an eternity, but Jungkook was determined to stay quiet. Ever since you both hooked up for the first time, he’s mostly been the one to text or call to ask if he could come over and y’know what, that is if Jeon excluded the times he’d just show up at your doorstep unannounced.

Point was.. he was waiting for you to need him, not the other way around like it often was.

Now, Jungkook wasn’t expecting you to text him and blatantly say how much you needed him to come over and fuck you so good you’d forget about everything you studied (even if that would make him harder than anything else in the world), but even just an ‘i miss you’ or ‘i’m done studying, come over’ would make him drop anything and everything for you.

It was a new and weird feeling, thinking like this. He never waited around for a girl, even if he had a line of them waiting to get dicked down by him.

“I’m not shy, we’ve just been busy doing our own thing.” He huffed out at Tae’s assumption, not daring to make any eye contact since being best friends with Taehyung since middle school meant the latter knew when he was bullshitting, always. It was weird as hell and even more impressive when Tae could point it out when he wasn’t sober..

Jungkook was looking straight at Tae now with big eyes and his teeth busy nibbling at his lip, like he was caught red handed and it was too obvious that that’s been something that’d been on his mind for a while.

With a low groan, the younger ran both hands down his face and slid down the couch, muscly legs lazily spread as he leaned his head back on the headrest and remained silent. Until he didn’t; Taehyung had a way of getting information out of him without barely saying a word. Something about his deadpan gaze…

“I know she’s not the type, but a text saying that she needs me- if you know what I mean, and not the other way around? I’d give her my kid, man.”

That was a complete reach and even if Jungkook did chuckle a little at that, his feelings and everything else he said were true. The younger shrugged and played off those strong feelings, “It’s whatever, though. You probably felt the same way about a girl you hooked up with at some point in time, right?”

All Taehyung could think about was ‘who the fuck possessed his roommate?’ No, even better question; ‘why is a girl making his best friend feel like this?’ In all the years Taehyung knew Jungkook, never had he ever seen the younger male care so much about a girl he fucked.

But… there was a difference. You weren’t just any girl he fucked. You were Jungkook’s only girl friend that he fucked.

Given the history between you two, things obviously felt more fragile and more… intimate? At least that’s what Taehyung thought. He wasn’t even part of the relationship, but because of the younger being so new to experiencing such feelings, it was almost second nature for him to feel the same way (out of sympathy). “I don’t know, dude… I’ve never felt like that, but you sound like you’re having withdrawal symptoms being without her for so long,” he shrugs, eyeing the male who looked like he was so far down the ‘I’m in love with her, but i’m gonna act like I don’t care’ hole.

Taehyung could’ve easily lied and told Jungkook that it was normal for him to feel so attached to his girl friend, but who was he kidding? It wasn’t normal to feel so attached unless you were deeply in love.

“You sure you’re not… in love with her, dude?” he teases, ruffling Jungkook’s hair in the most brotherly way possible. He was only trying to scare the im younger male and make him overthink a little. “I’m kidding! Just stop being a pussy and go to her. Tell her what you want. Like, straight up. I’m tellin’ you, girls dig that. There’s nothing girls want more than a guy being straight to the point.”

Jeon Jungkook was most definitely, most surely not in love with you. What even was love? He could think of a few examples..

His dad cutting off the crusts in his mom’s sandwiches, Hoseok babysitting Namjoon, Mrs. Kim working hard to make sure her small, country-boy Tae went off to a nice college (and got away from his ego-filled dad. Jungkook met him a few times and he was an A class asshole).

Either way, the younger never really saw that kind of love for him. It all seemed unattainable and whatever Jungkook was feeling towards you, it couldn’t have been love. Maybe lust, just in his own special way..

“I’m not in love with her, are you crazy?” Jeon sighed out loud and considered taking Taehyung’s advice for real, just maybe not at 12:30 in the morning.. “Okay, fine, but,” Jungkook turned his body to chuckle at the irony in his roommate’s words, “When have you ever been straight up with a girl, Tae? Was it when you asked her to give you that fresh hickey on your neck tonight?”

It was huge and Jungkook had been eyeing the red bruise just underneath Taehyung’s jaw for a few moments prior. “Was this before or after you went to meet up with Jimin because damn,” the younger was laughing now, inching to take a closer look at possibly the biggest hickey he’d ever seen, unaware it was Jimin who left those very marks.

As if he couldn’t be any more skeptical than he already was, Taehyung’s palm was quick to smack against his neck, making himself wince in the process as he discreetly rubbed the bruised area and avoided all eye contact with Jungkook. His jaw tensed as he tried to stop himself from blushing. Remnants of tonight’s events were running through his mind, and he had to stop before his dick got hard again. But that seemed impossible. Jimin was just this ultra, superior, ethereal being with the superpowers to keep his dick hard and heart fluttering for days on end. “Hey!” Taehyung scowls, smacking Jungkook’s head (not too hard) and pulling away from his susceptive gaze.

“Firstly, mind your own, secondly, I got bitten by a mosquito.” That was the lamest excuse in the book, but once again, this is where Jeon’s cluelessness played at his advantage. “Jimin lives in this whole other area, like expensive apartments and neighbourhoods and shit. There’s palm trees everywhere, too so there were a lot of flies,” Taehyung explained; sounding as brief and unbothered as possible. In case Jungkook didn’t believe him, he added, “Seriously, It felt like I was in another country when I arrived.”

Hopefully he played it off well. The man was pretty good at acting, especially when it came to promising girls he’d spend another night with them. It never happened.

“Whatever, man, turn the game off. I need the couch,” he yawns dramatically whilst stretching his arms above his head. “I can’t feel my legs.” It was a natural occurrence for Taehyung to sleep on the couch after a night of non-stop drugs. He would quite commonly complain about not being able to feel his legs because they’d be so numb, thus deeming him immobile until sober the next morning.

Taehyung executed the lame excuse perfectly, Jungkook completely brushed it off.. right after he finished tending to the minor concussion from his roommate.

Annoyed but kind, he ran off to the kitchen and paired an Ibuprofen with a tall glass of water to sit on the coffee table at an arm’s reach for the other male to quench his fleeting sobriety with, taking his earned title of ‘best friend’ extra seriously while throwing a spare blanket over Tae’s limp body on the couch, turning off the TV seconds later and going into his room.

Throwing himself to lie on his bed, the sudden urge to send you a text loomed over. He knew, he knew… he was supposed to let you reach out to him, but maybe you were just busy and forgot about him. Plus, waiting around was boring and nowhere near as exhilarating as—

jungkook: you haven’t forgotten about me yet? 🤓

Was it super obvious you was avoiding Jungkook?

Maybe.

What’s the best way to avoid someone?

Drown yourself in your studies.

It was probably advantageous to you now, since studying was always the excuse you used to get yourself out of unwanted situations. And this wouldn’t be a surprise to Jungkook. He had the shorter end of of the stick when it came to wanting to hang out, you would always reject his pleas.

This past week, you needed to ‘get back on your grind’ and all this faffing about with Jungkook left a lasting impact on your daily routine.

Every time you sat on your couch (which was often) you’re reminded of the very first night you both laid hands on each other. How could you forget? There was probably remnants of that night still burnt into your couch. Every time you’re sat at your desk, you’re reminded of the little note Jungkook left the following morning, apologising for leaving so early.

Hard to believe, your poor self displayed the note at the corner of your desk, right in front of your old textbooks. It seemed cringe, but you found it cute and got some sort of serotonin looking at it while you were studying. Every night when you go to bed, you mindlessly stare at the empty space next to you for at least an hour before falling asleep, thinking how it would’ve been Jungkook next to you.

And the shower… where you indirectly confessed to him, but instead, only confused yourself, and you had no doubt you confused him too (he wasn’t any smarter than you were).

In all honesty, you were waiting for Jungkook to approach you first, which was too much to ask for since he always texted first. But, you were hoping he’d say something about your last interaction. Was the “you got my heart running laps” not enough for him? Or was he really that clueless?

Whatever it was, you didn’t dwell on it, almost jumping out of the comfy seat at her desk and lungeing to reach your phone off the bed. Your heart was doing that annoying racing thing and your fingers were twiddling at your screen.

you: y’know what?

i completely forgot you existed for a sec

what was your name again?

john?

Damn. Jeon was torn between laughing or having a go at you for that line as he laid out sprawled over his bed thinking of what to make of it, a tight lipped smile settled things and pushed through Jungkook’s efforts to take small offense to what you said.

“Pfft, John?”

However, that sly grin always appeared whenever you were confident and smart-assy with him. With shame lesser than -10000, Jungkook could easily admit he found it hot. He could stupidly stand in the middle of a street with both arms outstretched and yell, ‘I find it really hot when Lee Y/N gives me a taste of my own medicine, so what?! She’s very hot to me!’

Obviously that wasn’t going to happen, but trust that he would if it came down to it.

jungkook: john huh? who’s that, textbook #1? 😕

but uh. how’s jerry doing?? yknow. textbook #3 😉

It was the highlight of his night; Jungkook hadn’t even realized his cheeks were turning sore from smiling so big. If any of the guys walked in they’d think he won the lottery and then some, but no, it was just you.

It always seemed to be about you— is what the guys would say, surely. No one else.

jungkook: and i doubt you forgot about my existence, you like me too much

hell, you probably even missed me, i know i missed you

Anyone could bet you were forcing yourself not to break out into a fit of giggles (resulting in you just writhing in your seat) because there was no way a man was suddenly making you laugh this hard. Jungkook was making you laugh so hard.

It took you a couple seconds to regain your composure before tapping at your keyboard again.

you: john and jerry are doing good

they’ve been keeping me company and treating me well

i wouldn’t have it any other way 😩

Having Jungkook keep you company would obviously be better, but you can’t always get what you want.

You didn’t catch the next couple messages he sent, instead opening your camera and snapping a quick photo of the mess of scrap papers and opened textbooks lying on your desk, not even realising the note Jungkook left you a couple nights ago was peeking out in the corner of the frame.

You attach the photo to your next message;

you: this sums up my week

you know the drill

As you waited for the attachment to deliver, you scrolled down to finally see the recent message he sent, and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

Jungkook missed you?

A faint hint of pink drowned your cheeks as you contemplated on how to respond?

Do you reciprocate, or just be passive and ignore him? The second option seemed pretty appropriate, because if he missed you so much, why didn’t he do anything about it?

That option however, would just open up a whole other can of worms and would probably end up with the pair bickering until the early hours of dawn.

You missed him so much this week, you didn’t want this interaction to go to waste.

you: i think YOU like me too much since you missed me so bad

are you obsessed with me?

it’s okay if you are, but you’ll have to wait in line for your turn

That joke was no longer valid ever since you guys fucked.

you: if it makes you feel better, i guess i missed you too

Unlike you and your adorable stickling for structure, it was a shock Jungkook waited until all the blurbs of texts were done coming through considering how restlessness was naturally wired in his veins, but he preferred to indulge in each individual bubble once they disappeared from the bottom of his screen.

He didn’t want to take the risk of saying something stupid and fucking everything up, not after so long (2 days), so for you, he’d learn to be patient— even if that sounded difficult to actually go through.

Almost immediately his eyes widened at the amount of individual texts that finished pouring in (he always had a way of knowing if you were mad at him. If you sent him no more than three individual texts at a time, that meant he needed to hide).

But more than taken aback, Jungkook had an idea of what that meant on a deeper, more obvious level. It was so clear that you missed him and if his heart didn’t pound enough at the idea of it, the beating organ nearly jumped out of Jeon’s chest when his eye accidentally skipped down the list and landed on the last text, confirming that what he thought was true.

Now he had the urge to giggle.

The male didn’t know what the fuck was going on or why he felt this way towards simple texts that were meant to come off as light teasing and nothing more. All he knew was that if he kept this up, his head would swell because of all the confusion going on inside it..

jungkook: jesus nerd, how you’re still breathing surrounded by all that paper is beyond me

smh don’t get too ahead of yourself tho 😒 i like you a very small amount

and that joke is no longer valid ever since we fucked

Jungkook was still thinking about the fact that you also missed him and for that reason, he failed to catch his little note in the corner of your attached photo, for now.

His mind was just… focused on something else.

You missed him!

jungkook: that does make me feel better, god what would i do without you? 😫

but truth is… i won’t really believe it unless you go into detail, miss lee. tell me, what did you miss about me?

OH! and i know that there’s a long list so take your time

Seriously, Jeon Jungkook never took a break from feeding his ego. You sat there wondering how you managed to put up with him all these years. He had a cute face back then, for sure, but now he looked like a hot hunk of goodness and everything nice, unfortunately.

you: for starters, i missed you blowing up my phone with hundreds of texts

surprised i didn’t even get ONE annoying text from you

It was almost tradition for Jungkook to spam your phone with nonsense texts and silly pictures of himself whilst you were studying. It only became a problem when he started spamming you with tiktoks, distracting you from your studies because after you’d watch them, you’d end up scrolling on the app far longer than anticipated.

you: i guess i missed your stupid face too 🙄

and the way you’d come over and inhale all the food in my fridge

and how you’d mark your territory on my couch

i also really miss our movie nights, it was the only thing that relieved my stress 😔

and, believe it or not, i miss arguing with you

i could say so much more, but i don’t think it’s appropriate unless you wanna hear?

You paused for a second, seeing that your list had taken up the entire screen.

Damn, you really missed him, huh?

you: why did we stop talking?

you know my door is always open for you, jeon 😕

Whether it be to pester you, hang out, or fuck, Jungkook was always welcome.

you: but enough about you, stink

what did you miss about me? 🥰

It’d been eating him up inside long before this special moment, gnawing away at his core and causing Jungkook’s blush to deepen in color and expand vastly over the smooth canvas of his cheeks that were puppeted by two strings pulling hard at the apples of his cheeks whenever his heart went crazy drumming to its own, particular beat. It was a type of drumming that was so rare, he worried it was an actual heart attack at its beginning stages…

jungkook: you’re making me and my “stupid face” blush, lee 😵‍💫

But he never dropped down to the ground dead—it was worse— Jungkook was left with the continuous stinging in his chest and a conscious mind full of consuming thoughts.

Jeon Jungkook never skipped out on an opportunity to feed his massive ego, but you never missed the cue as his ‘special best friend’ to always give in and singlehandedly create an even cockier version of the man; just for the moment you were together, be it over text or in person.

Truth? Jungkook would rather hear you say these things to his face, then he’d be able to show a more genuine reaction to how they made him feel— a kiss spoke volumes, for example. He was never the best at saying things the way he wanted to say them— but on the bright side, Jungkook was glad you couldn’t see him and his flushed being.

That seemed to be his thing; go big or go home.

jungkook: that’s a hell of a long list for a girl that said she forgot about my existence 👀

sure you weren’t thinking about me everyday, pretty?

He liked to think he was in control; he enjoyed being in control, but when his skin was lit up because of a few sweet words from you, confidence didn’t come as easily and smoothly as it usually did. So, Jungkook settled for playing a front over text.

Not like you had any way of seeing him.

jungkook: but hmm, what did i miss about you? 🤔 well for starters, i like it when you let me raid your fridge and let me mark my territory on your couch ;)

how you call me “stink” or “idiot” with a smile on your face after i say something stupid because deep inside you find it endearing 👀

your random fuckin GORY murder cases that always stick with me. a man is scarred

when you’re super concentrated while studying and quietly mumble to yourself under your breath. it’s cute

you in glasses. that’s it

our movie nights, especially when you let me pick ironman for the 100th time

i also miss arguing with you and proving your ass wrong

your ass.

sleeping with you in the way that you keep me warm during the night and you rest your head on my chest. i like feeling like i’m keeping you safe

and sleeping with you in the way that i can make you feel really good, help you relieve stress. feeling closer to you is being inside you

Fuck, did he go overboard?

Jungkook was only trying to match you in terms of quality, but now looking back at all the sent messages, he couldn’t help but cringe at himself for saying all that.

He should’ve taken quality over quantity more seriously..

“Damn,” He ran a hand through his hair and quickly got back to typing so that you wouldn’t sit on the last part for too long.

jungkook: and wdym “when did we stop talking” 💀💀 y/n, it’s only been two days 🙄

im coming over tomorrow tho, can’t have you missing me anymore 😉

For a brief second, you thought you were reading texts from the boyfriend you never had. It was worse since you were going overboard with the blushing, but how could you control that? His string of texts were like… a confession.

Could he possibly be in love with you? Never.

Jeon Jungkook was incapable of feeling such things, and having said that out loud, all your hope had disintegrated. Jungkook was too clueless, he probably couldn’t even remember what you said in the shower.

you: i’m starting to think you missed me more than i missed you

You stayed giggling quietly to yourself, reading on each line one by one and feeling the butterflies in the pit of your stomach erupt. If Jungkook were here right now, he’d probably tease the hell out of you, use it as a way to boost his inflated ego.

you: my fridge has been restocked for you, so you won’t have to bring over half-eaten pizza like last time 💀

ALSO

IM ALWAYS RIGHT! you have never ever proved me wrong in your life

you argue with bs, i argue with FACTS 😌

What’s something that would make the Jeon Jungkook fold?

A selfie.

But not just any odd selfie.

It was a blessing in disguise that you had your glasses on right now. A little selfie wouldn’t hurt anyone (but deep down you wanted to gauge a reaction out of him, for your own satisfaction) so you opened your camera and angled your phone up in front of you, your eyes peeking up from behind your lenses, unknowingly pulling off the whole ‘innocent, but not-so-innocent nerd’ look paired with a small pout.

The raised view might be familiar to him.

You were satisfied with the first picture you took so you sent it through to him, with another message following right after;

you: my glasses miss your face 😔

they’re tired of looking down at textbooks all day

When did Jeon become so totally and utterly fascinated with the casual sight of your dorky frames sitting high up on your cute nose, framing your face and making you seem even smarter and a bigger nerd than you already were?

He had no fuckin’ idea.

Glasses never looked as good on anyone else than they did on you— something about how your smartness aligned with the vivid image in his head of a sexy, intelligent librarian just did it for him without any misses.

Was it a fantasy or just simp behaviour?

Whatever it was, you had the brains and the looks; Jungkook honestly thought you were extremely cool and he could only dream to be as smart and dedicated to learning as you were.

Jungkook saved the picture to his camera roll after staring at it for a few moments in silence, lured in by everything from your puckered lips to deer-like eyes as they drove him wild in a manner he was way too familiar with.

“Fuck,” Jeon tipped his head to the side to take a look at the expected erection in his sweats, the bulge pitching a big tent against the bare material of his pants since Jungkook rarely wore anything underneath whenever he was alone.

None of this was fair.

Deciding to play your game his own way, he tapped on the camera and angled it towards his growing erection after pressing record, shamelessly zooming in on his bulge whilst breathing out a low, “This isn’t fair, y’know. Rubbing one out at 12am wasn’t on my list of plans for the night.”

Jungkook sent the video without another thought and added a provocative text to go along with it, his bottom lip close to going numb from biting down on it so hard.

jungkook: instead of looking down, how bout you look up at me? i think you’ll find that more fun

This was much more than the reaction you expected from Jungkook. You expected a little “you look pretty” or a “you look like a nerd” type of text from him, one that could stem as serious or just playful teasing, but watching the short clip and being met with his inane bulge, an overwhelming sense of pride took over.

You had awoken the beast with just a mere selfie?

No physical touch, no overly suggestive text message?

You had every right to believe you were capable of more. Maybe not right now since you had the clip on loop to bask in his ragged, deep voice, which gave you the most uncalled-for flashbacks to those nights where he’d praise you for taking him so good.

You quickly saved the video (for your own pleasure) and got to typing with your sweaty thumbs and clenching thighs.

you: life isn’t fair, sorry about that

Reading his last text message, your poor self had fallen into daydream mode. All the endless possibilities of you being on your knees and staring up at the man, doing God knows what. But you knew exactly what he meant, and you were not against it…

But you could always play dumb.

you: but why would i do that, koo?

enlighten a dumb girl like myself, would you?

Jungkook was this close to giving up on the sexual bantering over text and get up from his bed, go out his front door, hop on his motorcycle and drive the short minutes to your apartment just to show you what he meant— even if it was clear enough that you were only playing games with him.

jungkook: does acting clueless help you ignore the fact that you want me rn? bc let me know how that works out for you ;)

Before Jungkook could even acknowledge it, one hand extended downwards to grope his own cock, the firm contact pressuring a deep grunt to exit past his parted mouth and into the privacy of his bedroom where the darkness failed to conceal the slight twitch of his dark brows, the screen of his phone highlighting every minor gesture on his face as a response to him touching himself. His palm smoothed over his bulge time after time again as his heavy eyes stayed set on the picture before him— your selfie, breathing becoming just as unsteady.

Needy for something else, Jungkook eagerly slipped his fingers past the waistband of his sweats and pulled out his cock in one go, coming face to face with its angry tip that oozed precum moments before bucking his hips into his fisted hand, clearer groans and deeper moans making themselves known as he messily pumped his cock within his tight, slippery grip.

“Fuu-fuck.. shit,” for the first time, he looked down at the way his latched hand moved seamlessly down his girth instead of your picture, allowing his mind to run wild and imagine his slick fist was you, the tightness making him dizzy. His hips impulsively used the mattress as drive to thrust themselves upwards and fuck into his hand, his tip coming out the top drenched in more precum after each plunge.

Deciding it’d be selfish of him to keep you in the dark whilst he got off because of you, Jungkook opened his eyes and despite the minor shakiness, angled the phone above his face and started recording.

All he allowed you to see was his slack face, moderately sweaty and flushed at the cheeks, a glint of shine peeking past his hooded eyes and kissable lips split as his ragged breathing was heard. His messy hair fell over his forehead and brows just right, clenched jaw locked in place whilst his nostrils flared, the phone in his deadly grip shaking even more now that Jeon grew restless and pumped himself even faster— his arm was aching.

Finally, the man spoke, smirking lazily at the camera. “Does a dumb girl like yourself know what’s goin’ on right now? Don’t play stupid, hnghh— doesn’t benefit anyone, baby.”

Being the tease Jungkook was known for, he flipped the camera but didn’t show his cock by covering the lens with his fingers, hovering the device close to his dick for you to be able to clearly hear the wet sounds of his built-up precum sliding up and down his lathered shaft as he went crazy pumping himself to the sticky base, his grunts playing in the background.

He was so close, but all that was left was a push from you, and so Jeon sent the video straight away, going easy on himself for the time being.

You had never clicked on a video so fast in your life, and God, did Jungkook serve. The phone had been brought even closer to your face, as if trying to hide from anyone that could see (you still needed to get used to living alone) and the moment your ears picked up on his heavy breaths and flushed state, only a child would guess wrong about what he was doing right now.

Your eyes stayed glued to Jungkook’s face, admiring the sharp slate along his jaw and his parted lips, imagining just how soft they would be if you had the chance to kiss him again.

The ongoing ache between your legs remained steady (with a lot of self control) but you were crumbling by the second.

“Fuck’s sake,” you curse under your breath, forming a tight line with your lips as you watched on, suddenly having little time to process that his face was no longer in the frame. The video was still going on and you sat there with your knees up to your chest, putting the volume up to the max to hear just how sinful and erotic his actions were playing out to be.

So much for self control, you failed to keep your body temperature at a norm along with your blushing cheeks (which felt like they were on literal fire) hearing such dirty sounds.

You could make out the image in your head; Jeon sprawled out on his bed, sweating with one muscular arm between his legs and his cock vigorously pumping between his fist.

It should’ve been your fist getting him off, but the circumstances deemed that to be difficult.

Was it possible to want to suck someone off more than just sit down and study?

you: fuck you, jeon

The throbbing between your legs was beginning to grow unbearable, so you did what you were best at.

Repaying him in the most unexpected way possible.

With your phone clutched in your hand and legs brought down to dangle off your seat, you opened up your camera, switching to video and hugging the phone close to your chest, with the lens facing up towards your chin. You made sure the lower half of your face came into view before pressing record.

You didn’t say a word; simply letting your actions speak for themselves as you slipped your middle and ring finger past your plump lips and letting your tongue rest flat along the base, trying to slick them up a little before wrapping your lips around your digits completely.

This was totally out of character for you, but Jungkook wasn’t making it easy. The thought of him shoving his fingers down your throat edged you to push your own digits a little farther and then pulling back in a constant motion. Each time your fingers would come into view again, they’d be ten times more soaked than before, and just to spite the man, you would zoom in on your glistening digits and force him to watch on, slowing down the pace of your fingers so he could really cherish the sight of your fingers disappearing past your lips.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” you whisper softly, pulling your fingers out ever-so-slowly and then adjusting the angle of your phone, pulling it away to give him a view of the oversized shirt you were wearing which he left a couple nights ago.

You set your phone down to lean on the pile of textbooks on your desk, wasting no time in setting the heels of your feet on the edge of your seat and lifting the hem of his shirt over your stomach to reveal the lack of attire underneath.

Just a pair of simple lilac coloured underwear.

You gave the camera one last look before following Jungkook’s train of movement, slipping your glistening digits past the band of your panties, and as much as you wanted to touch yourself right now, you paused.

You weren’t giving in that easily, so you reached over for her phone with a teasing grin on your face, making sure only your face was in the shot before your fingers lightly feathered across your untouched core, eyes fluttering shut and back now resting slack against the chair.

“Koo..” Shit, you’d barely done anything.. It took you a moment to regain your composure and you stopped the video, free hand still sat between your legs and digits seamlessly running up and down your slit as you rushed to send him the video.

That should do it.

And that fucking did.

He should've known, he should’ve known that you would one-up him at his own playing field because— when did you not constantly surprise him with whatever skills you kept in your pockets, only choosing to show them off at the right time?

Your head game? Fucking awesome. Handjob? He swore he saw a goddamn angel last time. The best pancakes in the world? Only at your place.

Everything you did was irresistible and for someone like Jungkook, nothing in the world beat not ever knowing what to expect, that was partly why he slept around a lot. But you… you were a total freak.

Which is why Jeon should’ve busted right then and there after watching the video all the way through, he almost did, but instead of shooting his cum into the air, now he was angry at himself for even tempting such a mouthwatering, captivating response out of you while being stuck where he was. Not being able to actually do anything about it, he groaned to himself and wished it was his fingers that dipped past the warmth of your mouth, collecting your saliva to use as a lube to relentlessly finger you until your legs shook..

“Fuckin’ shit..!” Jeon threw his head back whilst his wrist flicked around the base of his cock, dragging his palm upwards to do the same to his red tip. Once those long drags began to lose their heavy momentum, that was when he used his other hand to text you back, his lower stomach muscles flexing as a sign that Jeon was extremely close.

jungkook: dirty girl getting her fingers dirty for me

looking so pretty in my shirt too? fuck you’re so good, wanna fuck you

gonna come a shit ton bc of that video. sucks it won’t be inside that pussy fuuck

Throwing his phone aside for the time being, Jungkook focused on getting himself off with the image of you fresh in his mind, his buff arm cramping up but he persisted nonetheless, abusing his twitching cock with all his strength until long ropes of white erupted from his tip and onto his sweats, his hand, his stomach, the sheets—his fucking foot?

“A-ahh..hmpph-hmm.. ah.. ah, fuck,” just when he thought he was done, his cock twitched and added on to the pool of creamy white on his sweatpants, “Shit..”

The man took the messy opportunity to snap a quick photo of the mess that was his stomach and sheets, ensuring his dick was in the frame this time before sending it to you with a cheeky—

jungkook: this could’ve been all yours baby

You continued your miscreants against your aching cunt, sliding your middle finger in completely and exhaling softly at the familiar feeling. Many of your nights were spent alone, mindlessly fucking yourself for relief (though it barely helped since you could never finish alone) but now masturbating seemed so… out of the ordinary.

You never felt the need to touch yourself since you and Jungkook started whatever this whole situation was. In all honesty, you were ashamed to admit you could no longer please yourself without your best friend by your side, whether it be him guiding you with words, or straight up doing the job for you. It sounded wrong on so many levels, but you couldn’t help what your body yearned for.

The thought only frustrated you since you were alone and nowhere near close to relief, but you continued to tease and toy with yourself, occasionally pinching your sensitive bud and then breaking out into short, fast-paced rubs where your fingers would slip past your entrance and knock the air out of her lungs.

Jungkook’s texts were coming through one by one, and each one forced you to pick up the pace of your wrists, now thrusting your fingers between your soft walls at a vigorous pace. Oh, the things you would do for him to leave a hot mess inside of you.. it was pissing you off and it was obvious you were taking out your frustrations on yourself.

If his texts weren’t enough to drive you insane, the picture he attached with the blatant mess of white surrounding him and knowing it was all your doing, sparked a different kind of light within you.

you: fuck you for being at home right now

you: i can’t do this

To be more clear, you snapped a quick video of yourself, camera facing down in front of you to give Jungkook the perfect view of your slick coated digits fucking into you, paired with your shallow breaths and your signature whines, “Should’ve been you, Koo.. you know I can’t do this on my own.” Your voice was unsteady as you spoke, and you were close to breaking down horny and unsatisfied, but you kept yourself together.

No matter how embarrassing it was, you still sent him the video, typing away at your screen with your free hand and pulling the other out from between your legs with a huff.

you: im holding myself back to come on your cock next time

and i’ll make sure none of it goes to waste

Sexting with you at the asscrack of night wasn’t exactly on Jungkook’s to-do list, but just as a wise woman once texted— plans inevitably change and hell if he wasn’t content with the turnout. Not to mention it served as closure that he wasn’t being shut out on purpose and a quick release all in one, although the new texts and dirty video of a quick peek inside her panties made him question if it was worth the extra cramping in his hand and even messier sheets..

The man grimaced slightly at the warm stickiness on his stomach and fingers; he’ll jerk off to that one another day.

Truth be told, Jeon was extremely exhausted and he had a real reason to be… now. Before he had the balls to hit you up and resume where you left off, all the latter did while his roommate was gone was play video games, sulk about why why you weren’t taking initiative and worrying that Tae had gotten ran over by a car, and then another— and another.

Like always, you were the highlight of his night and day plus every moment in between.

jungkook: “fuck me” for being at home rn?? ha you wish 😗🥴

and sure you’ll wait for me baby, you’re my good girl

just know i’m coming over tomorrow and picking up where we left off. missed u too much i doubt id be able to keep my hands to myself 🤤

Jeon didn’t realize he was grinning— the kind of grinning that formed those crinkles around his eyes— until he caught sight of his reflection through the screen, simultaneously noticing how tired his smiling eyes looked and, in a very adult way, he took that as a sign to call it a night. There was always tomorrow, and there will be a tomorrow.

A very eventful one— he’ll make sure of it.

A loud yawn easily slipped past his agape mouth and Jungkook used his clean hand to start typing again, doe eyes blinking repeatedly to try and stay awake just so he could send you a goodnight text and manage to at least change out of his clothes.

jungkook: i’m heading to bed now, no workout ever tires me out like you do 💪

night, hope my shirt keeps you warm 😏

you: night, jeon

try not to dream about me tonight 😴

And just like that, Jungkook set his phone aside and sighed to himself after standing up and taking a closer look at the mess he’d made— was that amount of cum… healthy?

You were honestly messing with his head but.. Jungkook kind of liked it.

You got out of your seat and went straight to the bathroom, leaving your phone behind to wash up.

What an eventful night.

Jungkook’s ‘i’m coming over tomorrow and picking up where we left off’ stayed lingering in your mind as you thoroughly washed your hands. You were finally going to see Jungkook after 2 days (felt like a month) and you didn’t know how you’d react the moment you open the door for him.

Would you jump him because you missed him so much? Slap him because he didn’t bother to talk to you these last two days? Kiss him without thinking because you missed his lips?

Fuck, you really wanted to kiss him.

Maybe you would just stand there and let the man welcome himself in since he had a lot of experience doing that anyway the last couple years.

Either way, you were completely and utterly fucked for caring so much.

Whatever though, Jungkook was still clueless and that was something you could dwell on another time, but for now, you felt like you needed 6 months worth of sleep for the 9857265 hours you spent studying to keep your mind off Jungkook.

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ALL I WANT - JJK | four

it wouldn’t hurt to wake your best friend up with morning head, right? admittedly, it was the best thing he’d ever woken up to.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 4.7k

chapter warnings/tags — bestfriends2lovers!au, fuckboy!jk, textbooknerd!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, fluffy at the beginning, explicit content, teasing, morning head, oral (m receiving), handjob, lots of spit (so much), crying, choking, dirty talk, praise, begging, rough throat fucking, manhandling, fingering, nipple play, jungkook loves boobies, more spitting, use of vulgar language, tit fucking, cumshots +more

a/n: enjoy 🫶

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

Being careful not to wake the larger male up, you tried to unravel yourself from within his arms, but as it turns out, Jungkook liked to squeeze in his sleep, so it took you a while to silently escape his embrace.

You stayed sitting up next to him, legs crossed and his arms draping over your lap as you stared down at Jungkook with utmost adoration in your eyes. There was a subtle smile gracing his lips and his cheeks looked so soft, you just wanted to leave a million tiny kisses against his skin.

And his lips… Jungkook had the most kissable lips you had the honour of tasting.

Would it be bad if you wanted to kiss him right now?

Would he not like it?

With a hopeful breath, you leaned in slowly, first leaving a gentle kiss against the scar on his cheek, just to make sure he was fully asleep, and much to your advantage, he didn’t move an inch. This gave you the a-ok to lean in towards him again, your lips softly brushing over his for a brief moment before finally latching your lips against his.

One thing about Jungkook; he was an exceptional sleeper. Nothing ever rocked him conscious unless it was on his own terms; the man made his brain his bitch, not the other way around.

A big thunderstorm? He easily slept through it.

People fighting outside his apartment? Unbothered.

Taehyung sneaking a girl into their place at the asscrack of dawn to fuck? Jungkook wouldn’t even know.

As a kid, it was great, but now that he was an adult with adult responsibilities… it sucked when he missed his alarm and therefore, missed his early morning lectures.

Being here with you in your space was no exception, and the dozing man didn’t budge a muscle the moment his childhood scar was greeted with a morning kiss, something that no other chick had ever taken the time to do since, it was kind of hard to properly study his face when they were too busy bouncing on his lap…

The second he awoke from the faintest touch of your lips pressed onto his, it was safe to say Jeon was shocked. A lot of self restraint went on in his head before the man decided to not give himself away, continuing to play asleep as he allowed you to have your way with him.

No reaction.

You pulled away from his lips to study his face. His lips hadn’t budged a bit, giving you every right to assume he was fast asleep. At least now you could live without Jungkook teasing you for being all soppy and cute, kissing him whilst he was asleep.

That just made your next step ten times easier..

Oh, he knew damn well what this meant… his cock nearly twitched as he waited for you to give him what he’d been waiting for since last night;

Jungkook swore he dreamt about it.

Propping your head up onto your palms, elbowing your pillow, you brought your body closer to his. The sheets that were once shielding your bare body, were now slipping down your front, a little cleavage coming into view. That could be another thing Jungkook wakes up to.

The so-called ‘promise’ Jungkook had casted upon you was lingering in the back of your mind as you dipped your hand under the covers, fingertips tracing each and every crevice of his God-like body whilst you kept your eyes glued to his face, anticipating some kind of reaction, but it seemed like the man slept like a rock. Your left hand did the job of tracing over his v-line, teasingly slow before your palm had completely cupped over his bulge, eyes widening feeling him throb against your palm.

He definitely wasn’t asleep, unless he was having a wet dream to be that hard already.

To answer a couple of your theories, you wrapped your small hands around his pulsating cock, leaning in towards him to lick the shell of his ear. “Are you sure you’re asleep, Koo? I don’t think you are…” you whisper, just in case he was actually asleep. “So hard already, were you dreaming about me taking your cock?” your voice remained steady and soft, wrists working around him to get the blood rushing to his hardening member. Jungkook was growing bigger within your grasp, and that was your queue to take the next step.

You let go of him, leaving his cock to stand tall and hard under the sheets whilst you dove under them, slowly and carefully sliding your bare body down next to him so you could straddle his legs and come face first with his morning wood, tip flushed pink and brooding.

“I’m the ‘bestest’ friend you’ve ever had,” you say to herself, letting your tongue slip past your lips and inch it self towards his erection, starting at the base, the tip of your tongue would slide up to the head of his cock, outlining every protruding vein you could spot. Along the way, you’d leave small kisses along the base, trailing them up to leave a tender kiss to his throbbing tip and then, without giving yourself nor him the time to adjust, your plump lips were wrapping around the head of his angry-looking cock.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N…”

So much for pretending to be passed out.

Jungkook couldn’t help it, the lazy grin playing at his chapped lips once he’d been caught or the slight bucking of his hips once you’d trapped him in place with just your lips alone, feeling himself grow bigger and more rigid within the limited space of his best friend’s mouth as Jeon tightly pulled his bottom lip between his set of locked teeth, breathing ragged through his flared nose.

Your dirty little comments didn’t help his enlarging erection, and he had to hold on for dear life so that he wouldn’t bust in your warm mouth right at that second, heavy cock jerking whilst the tip of his dick remained still even as your soft fucking lips hugged around his bulging tip.

“Shit, gotta see your face—”

Jungkook eagerly pushed the covers that sat above his lower body and your head aside to properly look at just that.

You.

Your tits sure had a way of leaving him in a trance, especially now that they hovered so close to his dick, dangling right above his angry shaft as your upper body arched forward for his own satisfaction.

“Fuck, you look so goddamn pretty with my fat cock in your mouth, baby.” Jungkook extended his tatted arm to comb through your tangled hair with his fingers, jaw slack, yet tense whilst he heavily stared down at you.

“Your mouth..” Jungkook began to grind his hips into your mouth, just enough, giving you a little push as he watched how a small part of him disappeared between your stretched lips. “It’s like it was made just for you to get me off, huh? Pretty little fuckin’ thing, you’re so fucking hot— hmph..”

The soft graze on the your hair soon turned more rough, Jungkook’s palm pressed flat over the top of your head as his fingers bunched a handful of your hair into his stubborn grip, propping himself up on his elbow to watch you from a closer perspective, cockily thrusting his flexed thighs forward, basically throwing his hard dick in your face.

“You gonna suck my dick real good or what?” Jungkook licked over his lips, a sarcastic half-smile taking its shameless form, “It’s what best friends do, right? Go on, I know that little pussy’s probably wet just thinking about it..”

The bastard was taunting you.

Here you were, all good and compliant for him, and he was mocking you?

‘This is exactly what best friends do’ is what you kept telling yourself to stop overthinking, but Jungkook’s words alone hit right at your core, which you had no doubt your slick was dripping over his knees by now.

You let out a muffled groan each time he thrusted his dick into your mouth, bruising the back of your throat repeatedly as your head moved in sync to his thrusts. You whimpered around him, gradually picking up the pace at your own accord until you were choking at how thick and heavy he was. Jungkook’s dick filled your throat completely, leaving little-to-no room for you to take a breath.

But that’s how you liked it.

If it wasn’t already obvious by the low chords of his moans Jungkook was absolutely losing his sanity. How could he not when you were lewdly slurping and sucking on his poor cock like it was your final meal.

Fuck, not to mention how fuckin’ gorgeous you looked while doing it, thanks to that slightly-dazed look in your teary eyes from being freshly awake and already on the job. Jungkook thought nothing could beat him getting off to the image of you in a pair of your lame glasses, but this filthy view made him rethink everything..

Your tongue lapped at the underside of his length, lips sucking around him desperately as you stared up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence, but you were far from it. No matter how innocent you tried to look, no matter how much you batted your eyelashes at him, you were still straddling Jungkook’s legs with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, and nothing would change that.

It was quite demeaning, to say the least, but you had no intention of stopping.

Jungkook regretted not having done this— he glanced down at you between his muscular legs before throwing his head against the pillow that’d been scattered with the dark threads of his tousled bed hair, hand resuming to firmly push you all the way down his proudly-standing shaft— sooner, and he was 100% sure that you were able to read his blurry thoughts, sucking him off unbelievably fast and with want.

He was surprised he lasted this long.

Your jaw was aching and the buildup of saliva was dripping down the base of his cock, acting as the perfect lube and allowing him to slip in and out of the warmth of your mouth with ease.

The visual of Jungkook up ahead played as motivation for you, urging you to take his cock deeper down your throat, tightening around him as you stilled; pinching your eyes shut to stop your tears from running.

You were drooling all over his cock, creating a thick, slobbery puddle of spit at the base, and when you pulled out with a choked gasp, those same long, thick strings landed on your chest, painting over your soft tits. You didn’t care how messy thing were getting; all you cared about was pleasing your best friend.

“A-ahh.. baby, so good, what a dirty fuckin’ girl,” he audibly hissed through his clenched teeth, grinding his hips into your fucked out mouth whilst he held your head in place at his base, covered in a shitload amount of slobber and precum.

“Good girls like being naughty and suckin’ cock? Good to know— fuck, fuck,” Jungkook was surprised his lower lip didn’t start to bleed from how hard he’d been biting on it, jaw tense and the taut skin around his brows sticky as they knitted together to fuck sloppily into your mouth with want, ass practically pushing off the mattress to hit the back of your throat every time, not one miss.

Breathing heavily, lips swollen, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed, you stared straight at him, not bothering to look down when you replaced your mouth with your hand, now pumping his cock between your fist and paying extra attention to his leaking tip.

Jungkook hated getting cut off in the middle of some good head just as much as the next guy, but he was forced to stop using you when you levelled yourself up to him, his hard cock squeezed within your fisted hand whilst the wettest, most dirtiest sounds of you pumping his soaked length quickly began to be too much. It also didn’t help that the same tits Jungkook drooled over before, were now dangling in front of his face.

Like bait.

You pressed down lightly on Jungkook’s abdomen with your free hand, using him as leverage to lean over his body so your glistening tits were thrown in his face. “Mouth made just for you..” you start to pick up the pace of your wrists, stooping your gaze down to meet his. “All yours, Koo.. Wanna be stuffed full of your cock everyday,” you mutter softly, leaning down to ghost your swollen lips over his own. “Will you do that for me?”

Jungkook flipped the script and flipped you both over just as quickly, manhandling you and forcibly pulling your hips upright to balance your ass up in the air as he supported himself on his knees behind you.

“Oh—” you assumed Jungkook was still pretty tired, so when he flipped you over onto all fours, ass up in the air, you were taken by surprise. So much for wanting to take the lead, but it was safe to say you had seen him become easily swayed by your actions enough to tease him about it later on. Unfortunately, Jungkook had just as much (if not more) to tease you about.

His needy were hands taking a moment to feel around each cheek seconds before spreading them apart to spit on your cunt that naughtily peeked from between.

“Oh yeah?” The man messily spread his saliva over your glistening lips and teased the slick between them with his middle and index finger, running them up and down the soaked cut of your pussy whilst he leaned over to where your head was pressed against the pillow, “Wanna feel me all up in your guts ‘till I come inside you?”

The inaudible gasp you let out from the exposure of your weeping cunt being spread apart to wits end and the way your body would jolt as soon as his thick strings of saliva landed harshly against your soaking heat, left you buckling before him.

“Shit, Jungkook..” your voice fell weak, strained almost, as you basked in his thick digits. With your palms propped up in front of you, you looked back at him over your shoulder, taking notice of the ragged expression on his face, and honestly, it was the hottest thing ever; watching his palm move at such a pace. From the glistening coating of arousal over his hand, it was obvious it was all your doing.

Jungkook squeezed your sex in his hand, beginning to rub you with the heel of his palm as he whispered in your ear, “Not now, though, gotta keep you wanting more.”

Your body was acting out on its own; spine arching seamlessly and ass pushing back towards him for more, practically begging him to fuck you right then and there.

Jungkook may lack important knowledge on some topics, but on ways to keep girls coming back? He knew what to do. You mentioned it yourself; you wanted to be stuffed full of his cock everyday. Jungkook would be damned if he didn’t fit a messy blowjob and fucking you dumb into his schedule for today.

Two separate things, for two separate occasions.

“Beg to get dicked down later and I’ll see if I feel like it, princess.”

“That’s not fair— hey!”

Once again, he flipped you over to lay on your back and stare right into her eyes, a hint of satisfaction dancing behind his own before diving in to eagerly kiss around the skin of your neck, collarbones, shoulders, and lastly tits, burying his face into them while his tongue lapped over your nipple, one hand grasping the other like a stress ball.

It didn’t matter if what he was doing was deemed fair or not. Being friends with you for so long meant Jungkook knew when you were pulling whines out of her ass for some attention from him.

In the heat of the moment, Jungkook pulled away to throw one of your legs over his shoulder, his hand squeezing between your bodies to speedily rub at your pussy, studying your shifting expression from his close perspective as he slipped his middle finger inside you, sliding it in and out of you for a few seconds whilst his shoulder pressed down further on your leg, gifting himself more access. He was

After pulling his teasing finger from your throbbing cunt for good, he gathered some of your trickling arousal onto his palm and raised the same hand to lather your tits with a thick layer of it, making the pair glisten even more under the sunlight that peeked through your blinds.

With one final look, Jungkook spat on your nipple for good measure and dug in, sucking and flicking the erect bud with the tip of his tongue whilst staring up at you with hooded eyes and rosy cheeks, engulfing your tit into his warm mouth as he circled your nipple with his wet tongue before softly nibbling on it.

His three fingers continued scissoring inside you as the pad of his thumb toyed with your clit, practically abusing your poor cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..” you whimper, spine arching and lifting off the mattress and inevitably ushering your hips towards him. His middle finger was protruding between your soft walls, over and over again, like a never-ending cycle.

Every heavy breath you took triggered your walls to tighten around his digits, greedily pulling his middle finger further inside and if that wasn’t too much for you to handle, the added pleasure of his tongue lapping at her sensitive nipples, latching onto you with no room to escape, it was driving you crazy.

“Pretty girl, my pretty, good girl,” Jungkook’s wet lips rested agape as he ghosted his chin over your tit, mouth blowing hot air against your nipple the more he spewed out dirty praises for you to completely soak over on his working hand, “Fuck, you’re so tight ‘n wet, huh? Wettest pussy I’ve ever fucking felt— God..”

He looked down from your twisted face to your cunt that pulled in his curling fingers, tongue jabbing the side of his cheek in concentration whilst watching himself slip past your lower lips time and time again, thumb mercilessly rubbing and applying pressure over your swollen clit.

Your completely fucked out eyes settled before the man in front of you. Your sight was a little hazy, but you never missed the way he pleasured you with his blown out eyes that were partly shielded by the loose strands of his hair.

“I’ll fuck you later if you’re good, but now it’s my turn.”

The man didn’t elaborate further and detached himself from you, just for a moment, letting your leg drop to your side before he hovered his ripped body over you with both knees at your sides, intensely looking down at you whilst ‘straddling’ over you and advancing forward, smugly pumping his cock a few times above your flustered face with the remnants of your slick.

Oh, he was still getting off to a blowjob. Just…with a twist or two.

Jungkook toyed and squeezed the flesh of your tits with his rough palms for another moment before lowering himself just enough, holding his cock at the base and gently tapping at the skin of your glistening breasts, then nudging at your plush lips with the tip of his dick, as if asking for entrance but before you could grant him permission, he was already on his next move.

He guided his thick shaft between the valley of your breasts and held both your hands, urging you to grab your own breasts and tightly squeeze his cock between them, brows furrowing as he held back the impulse to groan right there and then.

With your mouth forced open, tongue hanging out like a desperate puppy and head thrown back against the pillow, you’d lap your tongue over the throbbing head of his cock, each lick lasting a little longer than the other as Jungkook drove himself between the valley of your breasts. Your hold on your tits would tighten around him, so as to not have him accidentally slip out during the last minute whilst pinching your sensitive nipples between your fingers.

“Tell me you’re still my best friend after this,” your eyes trains themselves on him, almost as if you were begging him to just say it for your own peace of mind. There was no way they could stay as ‘just best friends’, not when you wanted nothing more than for him to paint your tits white.. And maybe your face if he had good aim, but let’s be real; someone like Jungkook, there was no doubt his aim would be impeccable.

With his index finger curled under your chin, Jungkook forced his thumb inside your mouth to part your lips, and when there was enough room, he pushed the blushing head of his cock inside, tilting his head back as he began to gently drive his hips forward, his knuckles blown white from gripping the headboard so hard.

“I’m still your… fuck… goddamn best friend—!” It was safe to say Jungkook wasn’t in the clearest headspace to properly reevaluate his empty words, much more interested in how his dick went inside your mouth, rather than his conscience telling him that fucking like wild rabbits with a ‘best friend’ wasn’t normal.

You never missed the chance to bat your pretty lashes up at him, and the sight couldn’t get any better when his bulging tip would repeatedly disappear between the space of your swollen lips, leaving your mouth again with a sheer, slick coating of saliva and precum; the strings connecting your bottom lip to his angry head, like an unbreakable bond.

Whenever you got the chance, you’d land a couple kisses over his leaking tip before enveloping your bottom lip between your teeth to sport a look of innocence. Non-existent, but you knew it drove Jungkook wild.

“Need you to fuck my throat, Koo..” you whine, swallowing thickly to fill the vast emptiness in your throat. Your mouth falls open to wrap around as much of him as you could as his hips pushed towards your chest. The mess of drool seeping down your chin only seemed to multiply out of hunger, “A good best friend would never say no,” you pout, swollen bottom lip on show to further patronise the male.

It wasn’t easy to tend to yourself with both hands currently in use, which explained the constant squeezing around Jungkook’s legs in hopes it would ease the incessant throbbing at your core. It didn’t do much, but the skin on skin contact with him left you whimpering for more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby,” The way his shaft rapidly stroked itself between your breasts had him seeing stars, vision slightly uncentered but his thrusts never faltered, they never did, even if he felt like he was on the verge of collapsing because of how amazing you felt.

“Shit, ‘m gonna come soon, c’mere..”

Realizing that you also needed a way to get off, he intentionally wedged his knee between your legs so that you could get off on him, and his free hand hoisted you up just enough for your shoulders to support themselves against it, one hand sneaking around to clasp over the back of your head to lock you in place.

Jungkook began to fuck into your mouth mercilessly, grunting and cursing under his heavy breaths as he fucked your throat like you so kindly asked of him, the mattress rattling from the power in his movements.

“I’m so fuckin’ close— fuck me..!”

The sounds of you gagging around him as he drilled his dick between your lips and Jungkook’s vocalness were all you could hear. His words only seemed to encourage you; lips wrapping tightly around his cock and then allowing him to freely fuck your throat with ease. His grip on your scalp painful, but that didn’t matter.

Not to you.

All that mattered was your best friend.

Whenever Jungkook would retract his hips away from your face, he’d leave a flimsy mess of precum and saliva, which only got bigger when he’d thrust into your mouth again without giving you the chance to take a proper breath. It explained the raid of moans that were all muffled around him and even then, you kept going; lapping your tongue around every vein of his cock before drawing him towards you, feeling his dick throb incessantly and indicating he was close.

Jungkook’s firm grip on your head helped to push your lips further down the base of his length, effectively stilling once your nose hit his vline, letting your throat clench around him as he pulsated within the warmth of your mouth.

You looked up at him with heavy eyelids and cheeks hollowed around him, blinking slowly and on the verge of passing out on him.

What did it mean when the head game was so good, that even Jeon Jungkook was, at first, clueless to his own orgasm as he never once stopped drilling his body forward with earnest drive, heavy balls continuously slapping against your slobbered chin only to halt when a set amount of his cum trickled past your loose mouth, painting the lower part of your face in a film of his load.

“Fuck you look so pretty like this..”

Pleased but not fully, Jungkook pulled his still-pulsating cock from your mouth that was full of him. You let out a much needed gasp, your mouth hanging open and breathing heavily just to show him the mess he’d made inside. He jerked himself off a couple times above your crimson face whilst sporting a smug grin, head dropping forward and veiling his low groans when he stilled once again, spurts of his cum linked together in long ropes and spilling over your delicate features, mostly over your nose and cheeks.

You swallowed every drop he spilled down your throat before bringing your thumb up to your face, swiping at every last bit of white splayed over your cheeks and the tip of your nose and slipping your thumb into your mouth, sucking it clean with a very satisfactory hum.

Once Jungkook regained full control of himself or at least enough, he properly looked down at you with a lazy, worn out smile, finally easing his hold on the back of your head, “You look even prettier like this; all covered in my cum like a good girl. Fuck, you did good.”

Fatigue slowly hugged over his tired limbs and he found himself dropping his weight onto to the mattress, arms crossed behind his head as he took the time to let his chest settle after every inhale.

You always wore him out.

You felt the mattress dip beside you as you released a heavy sigh, finally being able to relax as you laid there on your back, staring up at the ceiling, but that didn’t last long. “Fuck.. I need a shower,” you groan, propping yourself up on your palms as you looked over at the very tired Jungkook beside you. To think you almost thought you were in love with him when you woke up… that was crazy. Actually, it still seemed like a possibility, but you couldn’t think straight feeling all icky and unclean.

If you went in the shower now, would he leave a note on your desk and leave again?

You didn’t want that. Even though it was his way of being considerate, it was the bare minimum.

But you shouldn’t care.

You threw the duvet over your front and forced yourself off the bed, pilling the excess around your body and leaving Jungkook on the bed completely naked with his dick out. You don’t spare him a glance, worried you may accidentally get distracted by the sight of him and if he caught you, you would never live it down.

“I’ll be in the shower,” you say dismissively, waving him off and scurrying out of your bedroom to lock yourself in the bathroom.

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