Leave the Door Open | JJK
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Pairing: neighbor!Jungkook x reader
Genre:Â smut, a dash of fluff, humor
AU:Â Strangers to lovers. Or Strangers to fwb? Up to you.
Wordcount: 7,367. oops
Summary: Based off this request. Your neighbor loves to sing karaoke in the middle of the night. You finally get fed up and confront him about it. Except when he opens the door, you realize youâre screwed. Heâs gorgeous.Â
Warnings: Language. All the warnings are smut warnings.
Smut warnings: Explicit sex. Protected sex. Light choking/breath play. Pet names (Sparkles and baby) 69ing oral (both receiving). Light anal play/rim job. Spanking. Biting. Bulge kink. technically cum eating at the end? multiple orgasms. He makes her cry it feels so good. I feel like Iâm missing something else. This is just porn with a very baseline plot
Rating: M / 18+
AN: How did we get here you ask? Well @here2bbtstrash made a request and I was just clocking off work and decided âyes. I wish to suffer. I have an ideaâ and spent the next 24 hours writing porn. Literally a day after posting my first smut. This is for M, but I hope you all enjoy. And as usual, thank you to the oh so beautiful @jjkeverlast for beta-reading for me. and @chryblossomjjkâ for enabling me with some of these kinks. đ„” Banner and Divider made by the beautiful @classicseffectsââ
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Itâs been a long day. You had three sets of parents chew you out about the store you work at being out of stock of a specific item. No matter how many times you calmly tell them you have no control over the storeâs inventory because you are just an associate, a cashier that never works the floor and couldnât even begin to tell you where to locate said items. Not your department, not your problem. If your managers really wanted it to be your problem, they should pay you more. But they donât, and instead schedule you at ridiculous hours and expect the world from you in return.Â
Itâs finally 9PM which means you get to clock out and bolt home. Youâre already planning the instant ramen pack and what to add with it from the convenience door next to your apartment building as you walk out the doors of hell. You want the spicy one. Should mix in an egg or something to bring the spice down a little bit, though. Maybe a bottle of soju as a treat? And absolutely some snacks and itâd be a crime not to get ice cream.Â
The whole bus ride home all you can think about is making the food, settling on the couch and watching the most recent kdrama and judging the coupleâs miscommunication issues. Maybe a nice bath too. Oh thatâd be nice. Youâd light some candles, bring the soju in with you, and just stay in the tub with a nice bath bomb. You pray your neighbor isnât home so you can have some silence.Â
Youâve never met your neighbor. Heâs literally the apartment next to you, your bedroom shares a wall with what you assume is his bedroom as well. Youâre not sure, but going off on the layout of the apartment complex and how similar every unit is, you assume itâs the bedroom. That and the few times youâd heard him bring a friend over and had been able to hear every moan and grunt from both parties. Although you couldâve sworn you heard three at one point. But it was always done on the weekends so it was fine. You werenât too bothered by his sexcapades. Who were you to judge? If given the opportunity, youâd be bringing people home left and right. But the idea of all that flirting for just a one night stand seemed like too much effort.
Your problem with this mystery neighbor, however, is his karaoke habit. He has the voice of an angel and can sing anything with little effort. You actually enjoy listening to him sing, even softly singing along with him during the day. However, itâs not that often that it happens because he would usually carry out his karaoke escapades after 11PM and continue well into the night, usually around 3 or 4 in the morning. And always on weekdays, when you need the most sleep. You tried to work up the courage to confront him one night, but right when you left your apartment, he stopped and his place was silent. Another night, you just pounded the wall begging him to stop. He did eventually. But not until your thumps on the wall got lighter from you being too tired.Â
You finally enter your apartment, with the results of a successful quest for sustenance in your clutches. You slip off your shoes at the door, Toss your purse on the counter and begin preparing food. Mission: eat and drink everything and feel no regrets is a go.Â
While the water is boiling, you head to your room to change. You rip off your bra and your pants and grab a giant t-shirt that youâre pretty sure you accidentally stole from a one night stand years and years ago and have been too afraid to contact him again. So itâs yours now. Itâs soft and not too thick. And itâs huge, which you love because it makes you look super tiny. You take note of how quiet it currently is on the neighbor's side. You wonder if heâs even home. Not your problem. You remind yourself as you return to the kitchen and get back to food prep.Â
Itâs now close to midnight and you have eaten all the ramen, grazed across all the snacks, had a good amount of the ice cream, and gone through two and a half bottles of soju and were feeling pretty good. You grow bored of the kdrama and decide itâs time to take that super relaxing bath you daydreamed about on the bus. Your neighbor still makes no noise on the other side, so you take this moment to enjoy some peace and quiet.Â
You run the bath, light the assorted candles, and toss the bath bomb in before easing into the slightly too hot water full of oils, pretty colors, and an obscene amount of glitter. You put your hair up and slide down the tub in pure relaxation mode. Trying to erase the horrid customers from earlier. Thereâs no sounds save for the water dripping out of the tap and any movements you make against the water.Â
The problem with relaxing like this in your tub is your breasts arenât fully submerged in the water. They could be, but then the water would overflow. The cool air hits your sensitive buds, causing you to clench your thighs together. After a few more breezes tease your nipples, you say screw it and reach your hand down between your legs, looking for any kind of friction. Your fingers find your bundle of nerves underwater and begin moving against it in a figure 8 motion. You whimper softly, entering two fingers past your folds, using your palm and the water to continue to work against your clit. Your other hand is massaging a breast, twisting and pulling the nipple every now and again. You could feel the knot in your stomach begin to burn, already so close to release. So close. Just right there. Right there, oh god right the - !
âGive me your, give me your, give me your attention, baby. I got to tell you a little something about yourself. You're wonderful, flawless, ooh, you a sexy lady. But you walk around here like you wanna be someone else.â
What. The. Fuck?
The sudden sound of your neighbor singing and the music blaring through every crack in the walls sends your hand flying away from your center, killing any chance at an orgasm. Your sudden movement causes the water to slosh over the edge and you hastily make to get out of the tub. You get one leg over onto the floor but it lands on a puddle of water and sends you flying forward. You brace your hands in front of you to catch on the countertop before you slam your face into it. Your other leg doesnât go the right height to get over the tub and instead slams into the side of it. You let out a sudden cry or pain, finally steadying yourself against the counter.
You give yourself a few seconds to assess what the hell just happened. You were masturbating. It was great. You were so close to coming. And then your stupid neighbor decided right then was the time to sing Bruno Mars. And you almost died getting out of the tub. Fan-fucking-tastic.
You catch your breath, until you realize heâs still fucking singing. âThatâs it. Iâve fucking had it.â Your voice is laced with hatred as you grab a towel and wrap it around your damp body, not giving a shit about the way you look. You need to give him a piece of your mind and you need to do it now while you have courage, amplified by the soju. You donât even bother putting on your sandals as you march out your door, turning 90 degrees left and again until youâre facing his door. You take a deep breath and begin pounding on the door, mentally preparing which vile words would come out first. The music stops and you can hear footsteps approaching, but you keep knocking away until the door finally opens.Â
âYou donât have to keep knocking ya know, I heard the first three.â He has the audacity to sound annoyed with YOU making too much noise? Seriously? You open your mouth to retort back such thoughts when you finally catch a glance at the beautiful sounding singer with horrible timing that you want to strangle to death.Â
Fuck, heâs gorgeous.Â
Heâs slightly taller than you. Black hair cut almost like a mullet. With his bangs split down the middle. A lip ring attached to his bottom lip. Big round eyes and a nose you immediately deem the cutest nose to exist. A few freckles scattered across his face and neck in the best places, you decide the one under his lip is your favorite. Heâs leaning against the door wearing a matching pajama set of black silk with gray rectangles lining the entirety of it. His sleeves are rolled up and fuck he has a tattoo sleeve. You're ruined.Â
Your extremely attractive mystery neighbor just stares at you and youâre staring back, lips parted, still trying to find the words you were going to say before you knew you were going to say them to the prettiest man ever. Finally you just grab whatever words you can find so that itâs not silent.Â
âFuck meâŠâ his eyebrow quirks up and he crosses his arms across his chest.Â
âSure, but at least tell me your name first.â
âWhat?â You frown.Â
âUnless you want to stick to nicknames. Iâm down with whatever. You can be Sparkly Towel Girl. Though it doesnât really roll off the tongue as wellâŠâ He smirks and it finally clicks in your head what just happened.Â
Youâre in a towel. Only a towel. Your hair is a mess. You have glitter from the bath bomb glued to your skin that is actually still wet. And you just told him to fuck you. Your cheeks heat up and your eyes go wide. âNo! No no no not what I meant.â
âYou mean you donât want me to fuck you?â
âNo!â You scoff trying to sound offended. âWhy would I want to have sex with you?â He shrugs.Â
âI donât know, baby. Youâre the one at my doorstep at 12:30 in the morning sopping wet in a towel sparkling like a fairy saying fuck me.â
âNo I donât. Thatâs not.â Youâre very hyper aware of the towel now and tighten it around your chest, praying he both does and doesnât see the way your cleavage pushes up. You cover your face, trying to rewind back to when you were angry. What were you angry about?Â
OH. The karaoke!Â
âI was taken aback. Thatâs why I said what I said. But thatâs not important. Whatâs important,â you huff, welcoming back your anger with open arms, âis your constant need to sing in the middle of the fucking night on weekdays only. Do you have no consideration for your neighbors who work late nights and early mornings every day? I can accept you having obnoxious sex on the weekends, but keep the singing to day time hours, yeah? Iâd like to get a good nightâs rest at some point in my life.â
You rush your words, trying to put emphasis on you needing sleep, because you do. You were tired of sleeping only a few hours a night. Even then, it was constantly interrupted by this manâs beautiful voice. You look him in the eye, looking for any form of acknowledgement, until he silently nods. âOkay. No more singing at midnight. Iâm sorry.â He almost sounds sincere and youâre willing to accept it and move on.
You make a small enough curtsy that your towel will allow and mutter a thank you before turning to leave. Just as you get back to your door, Sexy Neighbor speaks.Â
âYou gonna tell me your name though, or am I going to have to call you Sparkly Towel Girl every time?â
You turn back to him with a softer glare this time. âDepends. You gonna tell me yours or am I going to have to call you Attractive Pajama Man?â
âSo you think Iâm attractive.â The most obnoxious grin forms on his lips.Â
âYou know you are.â You roll your eyes and turn back to the door handle.Â
âCould say the same about you, Sparkles.â Heâs having fun teasing you. But his tone turns more serious when he finally looks down at your leg. âHey you okay?â
You look back at him, eyebrows raised in question. âYeah, just a little traumatized and embarrassed but Iâll liveâ you joke, trying to make this as fast as possible so you can get back inside.Â
âNo, I mean your leg. Itâs bruised. And swollen.â You look down and gasp. Somehow in the span of you falling out of the tub and stomping over here to give me pleasant conversation has resulted in a gnarly bump forming on your shin as well as a deep bruise.Â
âOh. Thatâs. Thatâs nothing. Ignore that ever happening. It didnât.â You turn your door handle as he steps away from his door.Â
âYou should probably go see a doctor. Or at least some ice packs. I have some in my freezer.â He actually sounds concerned as he starts stepping closer to you, eyes still honed in on the bruise.
âNo, it's fine. Iâm fine. Goodnight, stop singing in the middle of the night please, that's all I ask. Okay goodbye.â You open the door, swiftly rush inside and close the door before he can get to you.Â
Once you lock your door and head back to the bathroom to rinse off the glitter, you realize that glitter is just a way of life. No matter if you want it or not. Itâs going to be stuck to you for days and follow where you go. You take a look at your leg and wince as you lightly touch it. It doesnât feel broken, thank god. Itâs just deep and super painful. You change back into pajamas and crawl into bed with an ice pack, pain relievers, and extra pillows to elevate your leg. You take the pills and settle in, scrolling through your phone until you fall asleep. Sexy neighbor man didnât sing the rest of the night.Â
He actually didnât sing the rest of the week.Â
He couldnât. The sexy towel girl at his door looked exhausted. He genuinely had no idea you could hear him. He never heard you make any noises from your shared wall. Originally he was going to just keep singing. One cute girl wasnât going to tell him what to do. But when he saw the bruise on your leg, he felt overwhelmed with guilt. He could only assume you got it when you rushed to knock on his door by how fresh it was. Â
So instead of singing around midnight. He had a hard cut off time at 10:45 and then switched to headphones where he would only sing as softly as he could as far away from the shared wall as possible.Â
What bothered him the most was he still didnât know your name. He could easily go down to the mailbox room and find your number and therefore your name. But he didnât want to do that. He wanted you to say it. And for you to say his name. He just had to find the right moment. Which was difficult when you seemed to always be out.Â
Five days later, heâs working out in his living room. Yes, itâs midnight. Yes, thereâs a gym in this building. But heâs got to stay just in case. Heâs beginning to lose hope in ever seeing you again, ignoring how ridiculous that sounds when you literally share a wall with him. And itâs only been five days. As he finishes a set of push ups, hope is restored. Youâre home. And youâre loud? He freezes, trying to imagine what you're doing just by listening. Youâre actually laughing but it doesnât sound genuine. It almost sounds painful, like youâre angry? A few moments later, he hears music. Itâs loud, and he chuckles to himself.Â
âLetâs see what happens, Sparkles.â He heads to the bathroom, removing all of his clothes and stepping in the shower to briefly wash off the sweat. He steps out and wraps a towel around his hips. He leaves the shoes just like you did and heads straight to your door, pounding on it in the exact same manner you did.Â
Youâre dancing around the kitchen, clothes strewn about the floor as a result of you rushing to change into the giant shirt again with just your underwear underneath. You just got to the chorus, brand new bottle of whiskey in hand and are about to go hard into the dance when someone starts pounding on your front door, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You swing the door open, not caring that your legs and hips were on full display, and are met with you could only assume a hallucination.Â
You both eye one another up and down, unable to speak. Your eyes are locked on the towel, specifically the corner of the towel thatâs tucked into itself to stay attached to his hips. Youâre not sure if youâre drooling from your mouth, but you know another place is. Finally, he clears his throat and grabs your attention away from the towel.Â
âI think I see what you meant. Itâs a bit hard to focus when thatâs what Iâm greeted with.â He tries to hide the devilish smile he gestures to your legs. You hum, not really sure if youâre agreeing, and if you are, to what. Your focus is back on the towel and the abs above it. You want to scratch them. You want to mark any part of him you can. He tilts his head, trying to get your attention a second time. âSparkles? You okay?â
You finally make eye contact with him. âSparkles?â You question in a whisper, suddenly remembering the last encounter. âOhâŠrightâŠâ You hum in response again and then look at the bottle of whiskey in your hand and then back to him, his mouth specifically, down to that damn towel, and back to the whiskey. You shrug as if someone made a good point and put the bottle down on the side table next to you. You smile something sinister and reach out for the towel, tugging him inside, with him closing the door behind himself.Â
âThis is a better option than whiskey.â You let go of the stubborn towel still attached and reach up to wrap your hands around the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to meet yours in a needy kiss. His eyes widen, hands going for your waist, pulling away from your lips
âWhat is happening right now?â He sounds so serious and you hate it, so you reach back for his lips when he shuts you down again. âFirst of all. Youâre drunk. So this is not happening.â
âIâm not drunkâŠI was going to. Brand new whiskey. See?â You pick the bottle back up, showing off its perfectly unbroken seal. âYou can even smell my breath. Not a lick of liquor. Very sad. But now youâre here. That's way better.â You pull him back down to you and capture his lips again, this time he returns it in full, gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him.Â
âAs much as I appreciate being considered better than alcohol, and glad you can consciously consent,â he smiles into the kiss, âthereâs one more thing, Sparkles.â
âHmm?â You moan out. He kisses down your chin, across your neck, and buries his face into the crook of your neck, biting and leaving marks along the way.Â
âI need to know your name, sweetheart. And you need mine.âÂ
âI donât need yours.â You mumble back. He laughs, pulling away from your neck to see your face.Â
âYou will need it if youâre going to be screaming for me.â
He can actually see you process this thought, mentally going through every scenario where you donât know his name. Finally settling on him unfortunately being correct. You donât want to be called Sparkles during sex and you need a better name than Sexy Neighbor. You lock eyes, suddenly very aware of what's going on. You let fears and anxieties walk out the door and you nod.Â
âItâs Y/Nâ you practically whisper. You let your fingers toy with the hair at the nape of his neck, leaning forward to kiss his nose. He smiles at the soft action, tipping his nose up to capture your lips again. This time, slow and methodical, but still as desperate. He only pulls away enough to say his name against your lips.Â
âJungkook, baby. Itâs Jungkook. Now letâs get out of your hallway. I have a girl in front of me who had a very specific request last week. I need to fulfill it.â He lowers himself just enough that he can hook his hands behind your thighs and lift you up and return his lips to yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, subtly trying to take the stupid towel off with your feet, but failing miserably.Â
Youâre not sure how you ended up on your bed. You didnât tell him where to go. You mindlessly confirm your assumptions were correct and you had the same floor plan so he just knew where to go.
He lies you down on your back, legs still hooked around him and he awkwardly crawls over you, mouths staying connected until he rolls his hips into yours. That stupid towel still attached and rubbing against your covered core. You whimper at the friction, but itâs not enough.Â
You let your legs go from around his form and reach down, finally tugging the towel away and tossing it across the room like it was poison. âFinallyâ you accidentally huff out loud, causing him to burst into breathy laughs on your lips. You ignore him, reaching down for his length which, though you havenât seen it yet, feels overwhelming. Heâs hard and you can feel the precum on his tip as you slide your thumb over it. You bring your hand down his length, twisting your wrist as you bring it back up, thumbing his tip again. His lips part as he lets out a groan.Â
âFuck, baby. Be careful, Iâm embarrassed to say I might not last if you keep touching me.âÂ
You whine. âWant it. Want your cock.â You sound so needy and desperate, the complete opposite of how you usually are in bed. Usually in control, usually a brat that needs to be punished. Youâve never been truly submissive like you feel right now. You canât bring yourself to care.Â
âAnd youâll have it. But first, let me taste you and get you ready.â He moves to sit up and push you further up the bed when you mutter out a âNo.â He stops everything and looks at you. Your eyes are trained on his member. âNo? Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?â You just shake your head again.Â
âWanna taste at the same time.â You mumble, pulling yourself up, pushing the still confused man to be the one that lays back. You peel your underwear off, leaving the shirt on, and crawl over him, hovering your center just above his chest while facing away from him. You lean forward, grabbing his erection and giving a long lick from the base to the tip, wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking. You can hear his guttural reaction and suddenly two hands are violently tugging your hips closer to his face. You stop sucking long enough to reposition your knees on opposite sides of his head. He brings your hips down when you feel settled and dives into your sopping wet center.Â
âShit. That feels so fucking good.â You moan, leaning back down, slowly easing his cock down your throat. He bucks his hips up unintentionally and you gag slightly, but he doesnât hear. Instead, you brace both hands on his meaty thighs and bob your head up and down, taking him all the way each time and gagging around him before coming back up. You rut your hips against his face as he continues fucking his tongue into you, sucking on your bundle of nerves in intervals. He brings two fingers into play, sliding them against your entrance a few times before easing them into you, letting you fuck yourself with them.
Feeling close to his own release, he glances up at your rim. He runs a thumb along it, adding the smallest pressure possible, yet still earning a pleased reaction from you. He takes that as a yes and brings his tongue to your hole, licking flat against it before dancing his tongue around the rim. You keen, your head falling against his cock that youâre subconsciously still stroking. âDonât stop. Iâm so close. Please, Jungkook. Keep going.â
You find a strand of energy in you, determined to make him come at the same time and wrap your mouth around his tip again, hands working the shaft while you suck mercilessly. You both let out a series of loud moans, groans, and cries before you feel your hips spasm against his mouth, coming hard. At the same time, his hips snap up, ramming his cock even farther into your mouth, shooting the bitter white liquid down your throat. You swallow proudly, resting your head on his pelvis to take a breath.Â
âWhat the hell was thatâŠâ was all Jungkook could mutter, still processing what just happened. After a few moments he pats your leg where your bruise was starting to fade. âWait.â He raises his head, a little shocked. âDid you swallow?â You smile and nod, rubbing your cheek into his skin, humming out a yes and kissing whatever skin was there. He can barely see what youâre doing, but the feeling alone is enough to make his member come back to life. You feel it twitch and move to sit up again and grab it. But he catches you in time, flipping you around and over so he is now facing you from above. âNo no. Not again. You specifically said âfuck meâ last week. I intend on doing that.â You groan at the change in positions and mope. You look tired and heâs still thinking about your frustrated laugh from earlier.Â
âBut first,â he grabs both of your wrists in one hand, sliding them up above your head while holding himself up with the other by your head. He leans down, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. âFirst, I need to know why you decided to blast music at midnight, and why you were about to crack open a bottle of whiskey by yourself. Are you okay?â his face softens, no longer full of lust. Itâs still there, hiding behind his concern and obviously pressing up against your stomach. But he clearly has more important needs right now. Like making sure heâs not about to make a mistake.Â
You get lost in his eyes for a moment before nodding slowly, supressing the emotions building up behind your eyes. âYeah. Just had a bad day. But Iâm fine, I promise.â Your smile doesnât fully reach your eyes and Jungkook doesnât know if he believes you.
âNo bad breakup or fight with a guy or girl I should know about? I donât do rebounds and I donât condone cheating.â Heâs very serious. You just laugh, this time itâs real and he can tell immediately.Â
âGod, no. No exes or currents. Havenât had that in years. No no no. JustâŠI got fired from my job and want to have something good before having to deal with the impending doom of reality, okay? Just make me forget for a moment, please?â Those stupid emotions are on the brink, threatening to spill from your eyes. You shut them tight, fighting against the feelings you want to let go. He sighs, leaning down to kiss your eyelids, moving up to your forehead.Â
âOkay, baby. I can do that. Do you want it rough or gentle?â You puff out a breath, trying not to laugh at the question.Â
âEither is fine. Rough would be betterâŠâ you mutter under your breath. He just nods, kissing your forehead again, trailing down to your ear.
âIâll make you forget, baby. Just focus on me and how I make you feel, okay?â You nod, moaning softly when he licks the shell of your ear. âWhere are your condoms, y/n?â You gesture with your head to the left nightstand and he lets go of your wrists to briefly move off you to grab one. He comes back, foil unwrapped and rolling it down his length. He gazes down at you and you can see a weird shift in his face. His tone suddenly becomes darker as he slowly pumps himself.Â
âYouâre gonna be good for me, right babygirl?â You nod enthusiastically, mentally making fun of yourself for switching to full submissive for a guy you just learned the name of.Â
âIâll be good, I promise.â you sweetly respond, lifting and spreading your legs open for him to crawl in between. He sets one leg on his shoulder, leaving the other to rest on the bed as he lines himself up to you, smirking as he rubs the tip against your clit for a moment, watching you squirm before fully entering you without hesitation.Â
âOh fuckâ is all you can let out as you lift your hips to meet with him. He lets out a low groan as he pulls out everything but the tip, pushing your hips back down, keeping them there, and slamming back down into you. You arch your back, one hand grabbing onto the bed sheets and the other reaching out for any part of him. He notices, smiling as he leans back down, giving you better access. You find his waist and dig your nails in as he continues with his relentless pace on your pussy. He grunts loudly, fully leaning down over you, both knees over his shoulders.Â
You grab his neck and pull him into a sloppy kiss, teeth crashing together as you try to breathe through the pounding. âYou feel so good, Jungkook. So big. Stretching me out perfectly. Fuck me just like that please. Donât ever stop.â You cry out mumbling for him to not stop over and over.Â
He finds his new favorite spot on your neck and bites down before sucking, ensuring youâd be marked, and moving on to another spot. You mewl at his little art project on your neck mixed with the feeling of him fucking into you over and over until you come without warning. His hips stutter at the noise and feeling of you clenching around him and he has to still himself inside you before he finishes. âIâm not done with you yet, baby. Flip over. All fours. Now.â
You oblige, albeit slowly. Your legs are shaky and you donât know if you can hold yourself up very well, but you try. The moment you think you can keep yourself up, a hard smack sound fills the room as his large hand meets your ass. Your arms give out and you almost face plant into the pillows before a tattooed arm slides around your waist pulling you up to your knees.Â
âNo, you donât. No resting, baby. On your knees, Iâll keep you up.â His hand slides up your chest, under your shirt, creeping out of the neckline to wrap around your throat, holding you against his chest, letting you rest your head back on his shoulder. Youâre panting and whimpering against him. He kisses your temple, quietly asking if you were good to continue. You nod and whisper a yes as he slips himself back inside you and continues his pace like he never missed a beat.Â
âBaby, youâre so tight but you take me so well. You feel like fucking heaven.â He pants in your ear, the hand not around your throat sliding down between your legs to your pulsing center. You whine and struggle as he starts rubbing in big lazy circles. Itâs after a particularly deep thrust he feels something under his palm. He does it again to confirm and grins.Â
âGive me your hand, baby.â You lift it up without thinking too much, unsure where he wanted it. He grabs your wrist and places your hand flat against your lower stomach just above where heâs ruining you. He does another deep thrust and you feel it. Your eyes widen and he chuckles. âYou feel that? Feel me all the way inside you?â Youâre silent, in shock at the bulge you feel. âHow about now, baby? Feel it now?â He gives another sharp thrust, lessening his clutch around your throat, forcing you to cry out.Â
âYes I feel it!â You feel the knot inside you coil up and ignite. âPlease. Jungkook. I canât. I canât take it anymore. He eases you back on to all fours and you grab a pillow, clutching it for dear life. To compensate for not being able to be on all fours, you put all your strength into raising your ass to meet with his hips perfectly. He groans at the view, slapping your ass again. He uses both hands to grab to give it a massage, separating your cheeks to get a better view. He sees a perfect opportunity to make you see stars and keep your mind off anything troubling you.Â
âYou wanna come for me, baby?â His voice is low. You nod into the pillow. âRemember what I did with my tongue earlier?â His thumb softly grazes over your hole and you nod, letting out a whiny moan, pushing your ass back for more. âDo you trust me?â You nod again. âNo, y/n. I need to hear you say it. Do you trust me?â He asks again.Â
You frown, lifting your face out of the pillow just enough to force out the words âYes, I trust you. Please, let me come. Please.â And tuck your face back into the pillow.Â
âThank you, baby. Relax for me. Just enjoy it.â He pulls out momentarily, chuckling as you whine at the feeling. He sinks his thumb past your folds, gathering up any arousal he could before inserting his cock back inside, eliciting a low moan out of both of you. He smears his thumb across your puckered hole a few times, adding more pressure each time. Once he feels you relax more, he presses his thumb past the tight ring of muscles at the same time as he thrusts his hips deeply into your cunt.Â
You suck in a breath and hold it, toes curling, and you bring the pillow even closer to your face, biting down on the satin pillowcase. He holds his position with his free hand on your hip, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. âBreathe, baby. Itâll feel better when you breathe.â He whispers, slowly pushing deeper until his knuckle slips past the muscles. You let out a guttural moan, pressing yourself back towards him, helping him get the rest of his thumb in. âCan I move again, y/n? Youâre okay?â You nod into the pillow almost shouting a yes into it.Â
He resumes thrusting, starting slow, eventually building back up to his rapid pace curling his thumb with every thrust. Your moans are deep, cut off by trying to catch your breath every other moan. âJungkook. Iâm coming. Please. Let me. Say I can come.â If he wasnât so close himself, heâd be chuckling at you begging, teasing you and edging you. But he needs his release just as much as you do.
âCome for me, baby. Let go. Come all over my cock.â
And thatâs all you need to hear before youâre screaming his name and varied obscenities, clenching around him as you enter a state of euphoric bliss. You see stars and in the background you hear him groan deeply, coming inside of the condom deep inside you. He eases his thumb out of you while youâre out of it and just takes in the view below him, face still in your pillow, back shivering and rising and falling in time with your rapid breathing. How the hell did he just have the best orgasm of his life with a girl he literally met twice even though youâve been neighbors for who knows how long? His hand on your hip tightens a little as he moves to pull out of you. A small whimper coming from you in the pillow.Â
Once heâs fully pulled out of you, you fall on your side, freeing the pillow from your face, ignoring the drip of saliva coming with it and watch him begin to remove the condom. Youâre exhausted. You donât want to keep going. Yet your body moves of its own accord and you hold yourself up enough to reach out to stop him from doing it. âLet meâ you choke out. He removes his hands, watching you carefully as you slowly remove the condom, hissing slightly at your touch.Â
You hand him the condom to tie up and toss aside and gently hold up his length covered in his release and, locking eyes with him, lick up his length. âWhat the fu-uck?â He groans out, tossing his head back. You clean up every inch of him, ending on his tip and he has to softly push you away before he gets hard again. âNo. Baby, stop. No more. I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I am spent.â He whispers into a laugh.Â
You grin up at him, launching yourself backwards, spreading out on the bed. Your shirt riding up your stomach. Heâs not sure what to do next. Should he leave? Ask to use your restroom first? But why do that when he lives next door. You can see his confusion, you pat the space next to you, gently moving yourself over, wincing all the while, so he has room. He smiles, laying down on his side next to you. Itâs silent for a moment. He reaches out to play with the bottom of your shirt.Â
âIs there a reason you kept this on?â He questions, mindlessly running his fingernails across the hemline.Â
âItâs too big. Makes me feel small. And you havenât earned the right to see this divine pair of tits.â You smile at his gaping reaction.Â
âAfter all that?! And I still donât have the privilege?â He drops the fabric and waves his hand around the both of you. âLiterally ruined you and I donât get to see the goods.â He whines dramatically. You giggle, sleep fast approaching.Â
âNext time.â You mumble.Â
âOh thereâs a next time?â His eyebrows raise and he smiles.Â
âYou think after all that,â you mimic his gestures, âI wouldnât want a next time?â You both burst into a fit of giggles. He stops first, reaching out to remove a strand of hair from your face.Â
âWell I surely look forward to next time then.â He whispers softly, moving a bit closer at the same time.Â
âWho knows? Next time could be in the morning.â You say it so confidently. You had expected him to fuck you and bolt. But him staying has to mean at least a little something, right? Except his happy expression falls into that of worry and uneasiness.Â
âI actually have to go out of town tomorrow.â
âOhâŠâ you frown, trying not to look too devastated. He cups his hand around your face, gently smiling.
âIâll be back in like three days. Iâll let you know. Then we can have as many ânext timesâ as you want, okay?â He grins as your expression perks back up, leaning across to give you a few soft and sensual kisses. âIâm going to stay here until you fall asleep. But I have to pack, so donât think I just got up and left in the morning, okay?â You nod your head, shuffling closer to tuck your face into his chest and drift off to sleep immediately.Â
When you wake the next morning, heâs gone. As he said he would be. And thus began three days of complete silence.Â
On the day of his alleged return, you stayed home all day pampering yourself. You put on one of your favorite lingerie sets that really enhanced your already marvelous chest and curves and put the same big shirt back on over you.Â
You were ready by midday but you had one problem. You had no idea when he was coming back. You two didnât swap phone numbers or socials. He didnât tell you any details. So you spent the rest of the day on the couch moping about being fooled. Which didnât make sense in the first place. You two werenât anything. You had a crazy intense one night stand and thatâs it. There was no date offered. No deal made. Nothing. So why were you getting dressed up for a one night stand? You tried to reason with yourself until you fell asleep on your bed around 8PM, figuring he wasnât going to come back, and if he did, he forgot about you either on purpose or accident.Â
Youâre jolted awake by loud music and the beautiful voice of your stupid sexy neighbor at 11PM.Â
âWhat you doing? Where you at? Oh, you got plans? Don't say that. I'm sipping wine in a robe. I look too good to be alone. My house clean, my pool warm. Just shaved. We should be dancing, romancing in the east wing and the west wing of this mansion, what's happening?â
He sounds like heâs directly on the other side of the wall and you both hate him for doing this and love that this is how heâs waking you. He continues on as you check yourself in the mirror, convincing yourself you still look good and not to get too excited and eager.Â
âI ain't playing no games. Every word that I say is coming straight from the heart. So if you tryna lay in these arms, I'ma leave the door open.â
He belts out the last line and you canât help but laugh. After a final once over, you head out of your room. Heâs still singing as you put your slippers on and head out the door.Â
âAnd I'm hoping, hoping that you feel the way I feel. And you want me like I want you tonight, baby.â
You turn to his door but itâs already cracked open. You roll your eyes at his ridiculousness and open the door to a reverse layout of your apartment. You take your slippers off and follow the sound of his beautiful voice to a room with the door closed. You knock and he answers, finishing the song as your eyes meet his.Â
âGirl, I'm here just waiting for you. Come on over, I'll adore you.â
The song ends and your smile turns to one of annoyance.
âYou didnât tell me when you were coming back. I waited all day wrapped up like a gift for you and honestly the least you couldâve done is write down a flight numbe - â he shuts you up with a greedy kiss and you melt instantly as he pulls you closer.Â
âWhatâs the gift? Do I get to see this divine chest Iâve heard rumors about?â He grins into the kiss, and you hold the laugh in. You step away from him and remove your shirt, showing off the extravagant set underneath. He lets out a strained groan. âYou just donât know how to warn a guy, do you? Get on the damn bed, Sparkles.â He snaps, pulling you into the room and shutting the door. The start of another intense night.
AN: yay open endings. Decide how it goes. Fwb? Lovey dovey? Have fun. Thank you for reading, I love you! đđđđđ
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