#he chooses cruelty bc it is easy and familiar and makes him feel more powerful than the vulnerable give and take that real love requires

[silverlightqueen]

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fratboy!Jungkook (bc I guess I’m a slut for fratboy!BTS) and player!reader - smut, slight fluff

Word Count - 8.4k+

Summary - Jungkook teaches you a lesson and you get more than you bargained for after a party at his frat house...

Warnings - smut, smut and more smut! dom!Kook, oral, dirty talk, intercourse, thigh riding, fingering, overstimulation, slight exhibitionism

a/n: so I’ve been writing this for a while. I think I might do a part 2, just to wrap it up a bit, bc I don’t see this really turning into a series, but I’ll see how I feel lol. Please tell me what you think, I’d love feedback, and check out my other work in my masterlist 💕

One thing I get asked on a daily basis is how I maintain the lifestyle I live. And it’s a simple answer. It’s my lifestyle, and it has been for as long as I can remember. It’s not hard to maintain when it’s all I’ve ever known. It might seem like a lot of effort, but I enjoy it. It’s fun, carefree and easy. It’s a simple escape from the stresses of everyday life. And what is my lifestyle you ask? The easiest way to describe it, I guess, is the female version of a fuckboy. A fucklady, if you will. I lead boys on, sleep with them, and then don’t text them back, to put it simply. And you might think from that sentence that I’m a shitty person, right? Just like that fuckboy that broke your heart a couple years ago, yeah? But I’m actually a decent person, if I say so myself. I just… I get a kick out of the power I hold over all these attractive boys, knowing they’ll fuck with me regardless of what they’ve heard. And I guess it’s affected me watching my friends and sisters get their hearts broken by toxic fuckboys. So I want revenge, and revenge is a dish best served cold. But, one day, I got played at my own game, and got my ass handed to me, by the last person I ever would’ve expected. Jeon fucking Jungkook. 

‘Hey, Jeon, right?’ I ask the boy awkwardly stood in the corner, holding a half empty beer bottle in his hand. ‘Um, yeah. Can I, uh, help you, y/n?’ he asks, stumbling over his words, and I supress a smile at his flustered state. His eyes trawl over my body, taking in my black lace up bodysuit under a pair of nude tie-waist tailored shorts, black velvet heels on my feet and my hair cascading down my back in big, bouncy curls. When his eyes meet mine, a light blush tinges his cheeks out of embarrassment of being caught checking me out. ‘You’re one of the brothers, right? Of this frat?’ I ask, and he nods, blinking rapidly. He’s cute, I guess, in a ’15-year-old school anime club member’ kinda way. But definitely not the type of boy I’d fuck with. I like a challenge; the boys I go for are more like ‘hot guy who I met at his yacht party and drives a Rolls Royce’ or ‘college student that lives off Cheetos and red bull’. Definitely not boys like Jeon Jungkook. I’d chew him up, spit him out, and walk over the crumbs. It’s a shame, but it’s true. ‘Do you mind showing me to the bedroom at the end of the first floor corridor? Park Jimin asked me to meet him in there,’ I ask, showing him my phone screen, the text from Jimin clear as day. ‘Oh, uh, yeah, sure,’ he stutters, pulling away from the wall and leading me towards the stairs.

‘So, I don’t think I’ve seen you before. What course do you take?’ I ask him over the music as we head up the stairs, the volume considerably lower here than down on the bottom floor. ‘I, uh, do the same course as you do. I’m, um, in the same, uh, class as you,’ he says, and I wince out of embarrassment. ‘God, I’m so sorry. You probably know what I’m like, though. So caught up in my own world, and my friends, and gossip,’ I say, and I see him nodding, his back turned to me. I realise that he’s quite well-built, his shoulders broad and his arms straining against his white t-shirt, thighs thick in his blue ripped jeans. ‘Have you prepared your presentation for next week’s seminar, Jungkook?’ I ask, following him down the corridor now, impossibly long. ‘Uh, yeah. Have you?’ he asks, over his shoulder. ‘Yeah. I decided to do it on animal cruelty. I mean, it’s totally gross that loads of designers still use animal fur in their clothes. It’s disgusting. I had to stop shopping at Balmain when I found out they use real fur. It’s, like, totally disgusting,’ I say as we reach the door. ‘Make sure you say hi in our next lecture. I’m always looking to make new friends,’ I say, and he nods again. I turn and open the door, Jungkook still hovering behind me. Jimin lies across the bed, another girl sprawled over the top of him, both of them looking up when I walk in. I smile amusedly as Jimin pushes the girl off him, staring up at me in embarrassment. ‘y/n, I-’ he begins, but I cut him off with a smile, ‘Having fun, Jimin?’ ‘y/n, I’m sorry. I got bored. I’ve been waiting for you for, like, two hours,’ he says, and I grin. ‘Two and a half, actually. Two hours and 33 minutes, if we’re being precise,’ I smile. ‘I’m sorry,’ he repeats, the girl collecting up her clothes in a huff, barging past me in just her underwear. ‘Oh, don’t apologise, babe. You can make it up to me another time, right?’ I say, closing the door with a grin.

I turn around to see Jungkook still stood there. ‘Oh, sorry, I’ll just…’ he says awkwardly, turning to go. ‘No, wait, Jungkook!’ I call, watching him turn back around to look at me shyly. ‘Are you hungry?’ I ask. ‘I guess I could, uh, eat,’ he replies, and I smile. ‘How about we go get some food?’ I offer, intrigued by this boy who hasn’t tried to make a move on me yet. ‘Don’t you wanna stay here?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘With the stoners and drunkards and horny bastards downstairs? No, thanks. I’d rather get food,’ I reply, walking past him down the corridor, hearing him follow behind me. ‘Where from?’ he asks. ‘Wherever you want, babe. You choose,’ I say. ‘We could go to, uh, McDonald’s? There’s one just around the corner,’ he offers, and I smile back at him. ‘Perfect. Shall I get an Uber?’ I ask. ‘I’ll drive,’ he offers as we reach the top of the stairs, and I turn to eye the beer bottle in his hand. ‘This is my first one,’ he says, and I grin, heading down the stairs. I can feel eyes on me and I take Jungkook’s hand in mine, leading him through the throng into the kitchen. ‘Hey, y/n,’ I hear a familiar voice call when I step into the room, and I turn to smile at the boy. ‘Hey, Hoseok,’ I say, Jungkook following me in, the older boy’s eyes landing first on his dongsaeng, and then on his hand in mine. ‘Hey, Kook. You guys, uh, busy?’ he asks, eyeing my figure. I give him a small grin and brush a piece of hair back from my face. ‘We’re just going to get some food, but I’ll make time for you soon,’ I say, and he nods with a small smile. I’ve hooked up with Hoseok a few times, and he’s one of the only boys I’ve been willing to see more than once, Jimin being another of those boys. Poor guy. ‘See you soon, babe,’ I say, walking past him without another glance, pulling Jungkook behind me.

We head out of the kitchen and into the garden, walking past a group of boys smoking weed and a couple making out against the fence. ‘Jihyo!’ I call, my roommate looking up from where she’s playing cards at a garden table. ‘I’m going to get food with Jungkook, I’ll see you back at the apartment, okay?’ I call, and she nods, going back to her game without another glance, used to me heading back early with different boys. We head back up towards the house and the couple making out against the fence break apart. ‘Hey, y/n!’ the boy calls, the girl looking up at Seokjin in annoyance. ‘Oh, hey, Jin. How are you?’ I ask, memories of some of our previous nights flooding into my mind. ‘I’m good. You two going home together?’ he asks, eyeing us. ‘Oh, no, we’re just going to get food,’ I reply, Jungkook silent behind me, his hand still in my firm grip. ‘Well, hit me up if you want to,’ he says, the girl in his arms moving from his grip in anger, stomping away. ‘Aww, you’re sweet, Jin. Thanks,’ I reply, turning on my heel and pulling Jungkook behind me. ‘y/n! You want a hit, babe?’ a voice calls as I walk past the boys smoking weed. My eyes lock with Taehyung’s, and I smile at the stoner boy I’ve messed around with a few times. ‘Hey, Tae,’ I reply, holding my empty hand out for the joint in his hand. I take a hit, feeling Tae’s eyes travel from me to Jungkook. ‘Kook, huh? I’m surprised. I thought you were gonna hit me up tonight,’ he says honestly, and I grin at him. ‘You’re cute, Tae. I’ll hit you up when I feel like it, though, alright?’ I say, and he grins as I hand him back the joint, already feeling a hint of the numb tranquillity that the weed brings on. ‘You got it, babe,’ he calls after me as I walk away, dragging Jungkook along behind me.

As we head out the gate, I walk head first into Namjoon. ‘y/n, where have you been hiding away all night? I was looking for you,’ he says with a grin. Namjoon is basically the king here, adored and loved by students and teachers alike, head of the frat, acing his classes and leading the football team to victory every match. He’s even managed to charm me into bed with him a few times. ‘You couldn’t have been looking hard enough,’ I reply with a smile, noticing the girl stood behind him. ‘You look like you’ve been busy,’ he says, eyeing Jungkook, and I laugh. ‘We’re going for food. You on the other hand…’ I trail off, smiling at the girl behind him who hides behind her hair, obviously a naïve freshman that’s fallen for Joon’s charms. ‘You caught me. Maybe we’ll spend some time together at the next party?’ he offers, and I nod with a grin, brushing past him. ‘Where’s your car?’ I ask Jungkook. ‘It’s the black Mercedes there, next to the Audi,’ he says, someone stepping out of the Audi as the words leave his mouth. ‘Well. If it isn’t the princess herself,’ Yoongi says, grinning at me as a girl climbs out of the backseat of his car, embarrassed. ‘Long time no see, Yoongi,’ I reply with a smile. ‘You and Jungkook, huh?’ he asks, speaking as if the boy isn’t even there. ‘Don’t get jealous. You know there’s always a special place in my heart for you,’ I reply. ‘I would’ve thought my special place in your body was somewhere else,’ he replies, and I laugh. ‘Not today, Yoongi. Soon though, don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten you, babe,’ I say, and he grins. ‘Have fun, you two,’ he says as Jungkook pulls open the passenger side door for me. ‘We will,’ I reply, climbing in. Jungkook gets into the driver’s seat beside me, starting up the car wordlessly.

‘Do you have a girlfriend, Jungkook?’ I ask, and he coughs in surprise at my sudden question, driving down the driveway. ‘Um, no, I don’t,’ he replies. ‘Why not?’ I ask. ‘I just haven’t found the right, uh, girl, I guess,’ he replies, and I nod at his reply. ‘What about you? Do you, uh, have a boyfriend?’ he asks, and I grin. ‘Well, I thought you would’ve noticed, but no, I don’t,’ I say, and he cracks a small smile. ‘I didn’t want to be rude and assume,’ he says. ‘You didn’t want to assume that I’d been cheating on said hypothetical boyfriend?’ I ask, and he nods with a light laugh. ‘I might come across as trash, but I would never cheat on a boy. That’s why I haven’t committed to anyone. That, and the sex isn’t good enough,’ I say. ‘So, my hyungs…?’ he trails off, and I laugh. ‘They’re good, don’t get me wrong, but not mind-numbingly good. Not good enough for me to give it all up. Not to mention Jimin being scared of me outside of the bedroom, Hoseok probably being a walking STD, Jin being the male version of myself, Tae being permanently too high to see straight, let alone fuck me well enough, Namjoon being the most desired boy to walk the corridors of your frat, and Yoongi being a certified criminal,’ I say, and Jungkook laughs. ‘That’s the best way to sum them up, I guess,’ he says as we pull up at McDonald’s. ‘So,’ he asks, ‘drive-through or eat-in?’

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‘God, I’m so full, Kook,’ I groan as we pull up outside my apartment block, the engine idling. ‘I’m not surprised. You ate a lot,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘You ate more,’ I retort, and he rolls his eyes. We spent an hour in McDonald’s, eating and chatting. Jungkook opened up after a while, and I realised he’s actually a really nice guy, witty and sweet. But, unfortunately, the nice guy just isn’t my thing. But, still, he intrigues me, and I get the sudden urge to invite him in. So I do. ‘Um, why?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes again. ‘Why not? The night’s still young. We could watch a film, or something,’ I say, and he hesitates. ‘I don’t bite, Kook,’ I say, and he sighs. ‘Okay,’ he gives in and we climb out of the car, heading into the building. We take the lift in a comfortable silence, heading into our darkened apartment. I slip off my heels, Jungkook slipping off his black velvet Puma x Fenty Creepers as he shuts the door behind him. ‘Make yourself comfortable, get yourself a drink from the kitchen, watch the TV. Help yourself to whatever, I’m just going to the toilet,’ I say, heading into the bathroom. I sit down on the toilet, contemplating why I’ve invited him back to my apartment despite him having absolutely no kind of interest in me in any sort. Friendship wise, maybe, but definitely not sexually. I’m surprised he even agreed to get food with me after seeing the way I treated his hyungs, let alone come back to my apartment. He’s definitely a confusing guy. When I go back into the living room, he’s watching a football match on the TV. ‘Football? Really? You’re just as bad as Jihyo,’ I joke, taking a seat beside him. ‘We can watch something else if you like,’ he offers, handing me the remote, and I sigh. ‘God, Jeon Jungkook, stop being such a pushover. Have a backbone, will you?’ I complain, and then the tables turn completely.

He pushes me down onto the sofa, his body hovering over me and his face a few inches from mine. ‘A pushover, huh? Is that what you think I am? God, y/n, I’d heard you were sly and cunning and clever, that you could read people easily, but you disproved that with me. I think you need to be taken down a few pegs, don’t you?’ he says, his voice low and confident, his eyes not breaking contact with mine. My mouth moves but no words come out, seeing as I’m in complete shock. ‘Speechless now, are we, darling? You’ve had an awful lot to say all evening, why not now?’ he asks, one hand holding himself up, the other ghosting down the side of my body. ‘Kook, I’m confused,’ I whisper. ‘You thought you’d walk all over me, right? You thought I was scared and intimidated by you, huh? You thought wrong, babe. I’m not wrapped around your finger like my hyungs are,’ he says before moving off me, standing up beside the sofa. ‘Bedroom. Now,’ he instructs, and I practically jump up off the sofa, heading towards the bedroom. Jungkook follows behind, shutting the door behind us, turning on the lamp that sits on my desk, setting a dim warm glow over the room. ‘You’re such a bad girl, y/n. Prancing around in these tight and skimpy clothes, being unsure of my name, making me take you up to Jimin hyung so you could hook up with him, not even knowing I was in your class. So rude to my hyungs, playing them like fools. They can’t see through you like I can, darling. You need someone to teach you a lesson, need to be punished, don’t you?’ he says, his voice low and his appearance completely transformed, no longer a timid and stuttering boy, but a formidable and intimidating man. ‘Answer me when I ask you a question, y/n,’ he demands. ‘Yes, Kook, yes,’ I reply shakily, our eyes locked over the small gap between us.

‘On your knees, baby girl,’ he instructs, and I drop to my knees instantly. I admire him from my position on the floor, the white t-shirt tucked into the blue jeans, the designer belt holding them up around his tiny waist, dark chocolate locks spilling out onto his forehead, flawless vanilla skin. He walks over to me, the bulge in his jeans right in front of my face. I lick my lips in anticipation, and he chuckles. ‘Look at you, excited to have me in your mouth. Such a dirty girl,’ he growls, unzipping his jeans and pushing them midway down his thighs along with his boxers, his hardening length springing free against his t-shirt. He’s long and thick, his head swollen and red, already leaking precum. He takes his length into his vascular hand, pumping himself a few times, and I feel my mouth watering at the sight. He lets out a low groan as he pleases himself, his head tilting back, and I can feel the wetness pooling in my pants. ‘You ready, babe?’ he says, glancing down at me, and I nod, my lip caught between my mouth. I part my lips, ready, and he chuckles. ‘Go ahead, y/n. Show me why my hyungs love you so much,’ he says, his hand moving away, and I lick my lips with a grin.

I spit onto my hands and run them up and down his length before taking his head into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip, his salty precum tasting much better than the McDonald’s I’d just scoffed down, before pulling him back out with a pop. I place my tongue at the base of his length, licking up the vein until I reach his head again, the shaky breaths from him heavenly. ‘Stop teasing me, y/n,’ he growls, and I listen to him, taking him as far into my mouth as I can. He groans, head thrown back as he knots his hands into my hair, my head slowly bobbing up and down on his length. ‘Fuck, y/n, god,’ he groans as I increase my pace, my hands playing with his balls, saliva beginning to drip down my chin. ‘Your mouth’s so good, babe. No wonder my hyungs are so whipped for such a dirty, naughty girl. You don’t even call them your oppas, don’t call me your oppa. So naughty,’ he groans, his words only spurring me on further, my pace increasing. I hollow out my cheeks to try and fit more of him in but still, my lips are nowhere near his base. ‘Take me all the way in, y/n,’ he demands. ‘I can’t,’ I reply, my voice muffled, the vibrations of my words causing his abdomen to contract. ‘You can, and you will,’ he spits, deciding to take control. He begins thrusting into my mouth, his head hitting the back of my mouth, and I try to supress the gags that are forcing their way up my throat. I grip onto his strong thighs as he relentlessly thrusts into my mouth, trying to keep my head still as he makes a mess of me. His groans and grunts go straight to my core, and one of my hands travels down to between my legs, rubbing through the material of my shorts and bodysuit to try to find some kind of release. ‘Fuck, y/n, I’m gonna cum,’ he groans, his thrusts increasing in speed and force, my eyes beginning to water. I try to stop from moaning around his length, knowing it’ll only get me into trouble, as he twitches in my mouth. I look up at him through my eyelashes, and his eyes lock with mine. ‘Fuck, baby, you look so good choking on my cock,’ he says, his vulgar words making my moan, and then I feel his cum spurting against the back of my throat, our eyes still locked. He moans as he thrusts into my mouth, more of his release spilling into my mouth with each one, until he’s done. ‘Swallow it all, y/n,’ he instructs, my hands still rubbing at my core, and I swallow around him. He pulls out of my mouth and I part my lips, showing him my now empty mouth. He nods as he pulls up his boxers and jeans again, taking in the tears and saliva dripping down my mouth, before his eyes land on the hand between my legs.

‘Are you touching yourself, darling?’ he asks, and I nod with a moan. ‘Up,’ he demands, and I get up instantly. He takes a seat on my bed, his back against the headboard, and pats his thigh. I sit on his thigh and he shakes his head. ‘Face the other way,’ he says, so I turn, my reflection in my floor to ceiling wall staring back at me in the dim light. ‘Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, y/n? Touching yourself while you’re supposed to be pleasing me? That desperate, are you, baby? Well, you can please yourself now,’ he says, his mouth at my neck, eyes locked with mine in the mirror. ‘Go ahead, babe, ride my thigh,’ he prompts, the dirty words going straight to my core, and I don’t think twice, instantly beginning to grind down on his strong thigh. I lean one hand on the bed for support, Jungkook’s vascular hands on my waist, our eyes still locked in the mirror. ‘Faster, baby girl. I wanna hear how good you feel,’ he says, and I let out a moan as I grind down on his thigh, my head thrown back. He flexes his thigh suddenly, the feeling having me moaning out his name, and then I hear the front door being unlocked, knowing it must be Jihyo. I stop moving, ready to do what I always do when Jihyo gets back, which is kick the boy out, but I hesitate with Jungkook.

‘Did I tell you to stop, babe?’ the boy asks, his low voice sending shivers through me, and I begin grinding down on his thigh again, still able to feel him through my shorts, bodysuit and pants, and when his mouth begins pulling at the skin of my neck, my head falls back onto his shoulder. ‘Fuck, Kook, feels so good,’ I moan quietly, and he chuckles at my neck. ‘Louder, babe, I don’t care if your roommate hears,’ he growls, his hands beginning to guide me, flexing his thigh every few seconds. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I shout out, and he grins. ‘That’s more like it, baby,’ he says, pleasure coursing through my veins. ‘I want you to cum, y/n,’ he growls into my neck, and I moan at his words, his hands moving my waist back and forth. ‘Look at yourself,’ he says, and I do as he says, seeing the way my lips are parted and swollen, my face glowing with perspiration, my hair a curly mess around my face. ‘Look at you, babe, so fucked out, and all you’ve had is my thigh. So fucking beautiful. God, the thought of your roommate hearing you moan for me turns me on so much, fuck,’ he groans, my head falling back against his shoulder. Jungkook begins bouncing his thigh, the feeling pushing me over the edge, and I feel myself coming undone. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I shout as my orgasm washes over me, my head still against his shoulder, and he moves me against his thigh slowly, waiting until I’ve come down from my high.

‘Such a good girl, so beautiful,’ he says as I climb off his thigh and off the bed. ‘Come here, baby girl,’ he says, pulling me closer towards him so I stand with my legs pressed up against the bed. His long fingers skilfully untie my shorts and I wonder how many times he’s done this before, seemingly experienced. He pushes them down my legs and I step out of them. ‘Wait. What’s this?’ he asks, pulling at my bodysuit, and I laugh, undoing the buttons between my legs. He grins up at me as he pulls it up over my head, leaving me in just my black lace underwear. ‘Look at this pretty underwear. Who was this for, huh, y/n? Jimin?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘Namjoon,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘You planned to fuck Namjoon, but you couldn’t find him, so you settled for Jimin?’ he asks. ‘No, it’s not like that. It was… Namjoon’s turn,’ I say, already knowing he’ll take the piss. ‘His turn? You keep track of who’s next?’ he asks, chuckling, and I have the graciousness to look embarrassed. ‘Well, I promise you, I’ll definitely be fucking up that schedule,’ he says, pulling me back down onto the bed. He pulls me in between his legs, my back against his chiselled torso, the two of us looking at each other in the mirror. ‘You’re so beautiful, baby. You shouldn’t give yourself to all these different boys, they don’t deserve you,’ he whispers, fingers lightly gliding up my legs and to my stomach, lips moving against the side of my neck, eyes still on mine in the mirror.

Without warning, one of his hands delves into my pants, one long finger sliding up my slit. I moan out, head back and eyes fluttering closed as he takes his hand back out. ‘Look at me, baby,’ he says, and I watch as he slips his finger into his mouth. The sight has my stomach tightening and I bite at my lip as he takes his finger back out of his mouth. He holds it up in front of my mouth and, obligingly, I part my lips, taking his finger in. He tastes amazing, something sweet with the aftertaste of beer and the caramel frappe we’d just shared. ‘You taste so good, babe, I wanna taste you,’ he says, watching as he takes his finger back out of my mouth. ‘Please, Kook,’ I moan, and he chuckles. ‘So needy, babe. Are you this needy for my hyungs, huh?’ he asks. ‘No, Jungkook, only you,’ I reply, and he grins at me. He turns my chin to face him and presses his lips to mine, our mouths instantly moving against each other, tongues sliding together. His hand travels down into my pants again and he plunges a finger between my folds. I moan into the kiss as he slowly pumps the finger in and out of me, curling it against my walls. He adds another finger a moment later, his thumb slowly beginning to circle my clit, the feeling numbing my mind. ‘Jungkook, more,’ I moan out against his lips, and he adds another finger, chuckling lowly into my mouth. He slowly builds his pace, breaking apart from me to watch me in the mirror, and my feet curl into the bedsheets, my hands gripping onto his strong thighs. His thumb presses down on my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me, taking small intervals to spread my slick around my folds before delving straight back in again. After one particularly satisfying curl of his fingers, my head falls into the curve of his neck, my mouth open in a loud moan of his name, my nails digging into the flesh of his thighs through his jeans, and he hisses, his movements stopping.

‘Ah, babe, your nails,’ he says breathlessly. ‘Sorry,’ I say, my hands relaxing instantly, and he laughs. ‘Don’t be, I like it,’ he replies against my ear, his fingers beginning again. All too soon, I feel myself hurtling towards my orgasm once more, my legs twitching as I continue clutching onto his thighs. ‘Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan, and he stops his movements. ‘You wanna cum, babe?’ he asks, and I nod at him in the mirror, putting on my most innocent face. ‘Words, baby girl,’ he prompts with a sly grin, and I discard my pride. ‘Yes, Jungkook, please, your fingers feel so good,’ I reply, and he lets out a low moan beside my ear at my words. ‘Then fuck yourself on my hand until you do, babe,’ he growls shamelessly, his words rushing straight to my core, and without even thinking about it, I begin grinding down onto his hand, the pads of his fingers scraping against my walls, his thumb being pushed against my clit. ‘Fuck, y/n, you look so hot fucking yourself on my fingers. Shit, I’ll cum in my pants at this rate,’ he groans, eyes darting up and down my body in the mirror, my head tilted back against his shoulder as I grind down against him. ‘Fuck, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I nearly scream, my exclamation punctuated by a shout from Jihyo, ‘Can you two keep it down in there?’ I fall still on his hand, and he chuckles. ‘I didn’t fucking tell you stop, y/n. If you don’t start fucking yourself on my hand again, I’ll have you hump your fucking pillow instead,’ he growls into my ear, his crude words making me resume my movements. Only seconds later, I can feel myself coming undone, shouting out his name uncontrollably. ‘Fuck you, y/n, you freaky bitch!’ I hear Jihyo shout followed by the slamming of the front door, indicating she’s gone out, the two of us laughing lightly. ‘Good girl, y/n. Fuck, my hand’s soaked,’ he says, pulling his hand out from my saturated pants and licking his fingers clean. ‘God, you taste so fucking good,’ he groans, eyes closed, and head tilted back.

He looks so beautiful, and I can’t believe I doubted his appearance earlier. His silky hair is now pasted down with perspiration, his dark eyes dilated and sparkling, his skin glowing in the dim light. He’s completely transformed into a new person, someone that definitely coincides with my type of guy. ‘Think you’re ready for me, babe?’ he asks, less of a question than a challenge, and I nod at him in the mirror, the feral grin that appears on his face doing unimaginable things to me. ‘How do you want me, Kook?’ I ask, and he ponders this for a moment, tugging his lower lip between his teeth, the sight making my stomach clench in lust. ‘Are you up for something… different?’ he asks with a smile, my eyebrow raising in amusement. ‘What kind of different?’ I ask, and his smile widens. ‘Have you tried standing up before?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘Obviously,’ I reply, and his smile grows even more, if that’s possible. ‘Then this shouldn’t be too hard for you,’ he says, both of us climbing up from the bed. He pulls his t-shirt up over his head as I unzip his jeans, pushing them down his legs, watching as he steps out of them, pulling off his socks in the process too. His body is a masterpiece, all flawlessly tanned skin and hard muscles, tiny waist and broad chest, strong thighs and built arms. ‘Okay, how have I not noticed you before? You’re, like, the best-looking guy I’ve seen in my life,’ I say, and he chuckles, becoming slightly embarrassed. ‘Honestly, Kook, I’m not kidding. You’re so goddamn good-looking, and your body is fantastic. And you’re actually a great person too, not a superficial walking dick like most of the boys here,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m nothing compared to you,’ he says, motioning to my body, and my jaw drops open. ‘Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous. I’m literally fucking swooning over you,’ I say, and he laughs embarrassedly, scratching the back of his neck. ‘Stop, you flatter me too much. And besides, every guy on campus would kill to get into your pants, y/n. You’re like some sort of goddess around here,’ he says, and I roll my eyes with a small smile. ‘Okay, as much as I’d like to convince you that you’re an otherworldly looking guy, I really don’t want to get stuck in a compliment battle when we’re literally about to fuck,’ I say, and he lets out a laugh.

I step towards him, getting up on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his, feeling him smiling against my mouth as his hands appear at the clasp of my bra. He expertly flicks it open, pulling it off me, and his large, calloused hands appear at my breasts, rolling my nipples in his fingers. I moan out against his mouth and he grins before pulling away. ‘Best noise I’ve ever heard. You’re gonna have to send me a voice note of you moaning, baby girl, because I really don’t think there’s anything I’d rather listen to,’ he says, and I laugh at his words. ‘Have you got condoms?’ he asks, and I nod, pulling one out of my bedside table. I pull his boxers down to his ankles, ripping open the package as he steps out of the material. I roll the condom down onto his hard length, his breathing hitching in his throat at the contact, and he pumps himself as I pull my pants off. He turns me around so I face the mirror, the tall boy stood behind me, and we lock eyes in the mirror. ‘If this hurts or it’s uncomfortable, tell me straight away, okay?’ he says, and I nod as he moves as close as he possibly can. ‘Bend your leg up to your chest, babe,’ he says, and I do so, one of his arms snaking around me to hold it in place from under the knee. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and I nod, heat pulsating in anticipation. We both watch hungrily in the mirror as he slowly slides his length all the way in to me, the feeling of being more full than ever before having me moaning out. ‘Fuck, y/n, stop clenching, I’m gonna fucking cum straight away,’ he says, and I try to relax my muscles, getting used to the feeling of him inside me. ‘Can I move?’ he asks, and I nod eagerly. He slowly begins thrusting in and out of me, one hand digging into my waist and the other holding my leg up. We both let out low moans and groans, watching the lewd actions in the mirror with keen eyes, but it’s not long before I’m impatient and wanting him to speed up. ‘Faster, Jungkook,’ I urge, and he chuckles. ‘So much for me thinking I’ll be a gentlemanly and start slowly,’ he says, not giving me a chance to reply before he pulls almost the entire way out. With a rough thrust, he slams all the way back into me, and I let out a loud cry of his name, head falling back onto his shoulder. Again and again, he fucks me from behind, his thrusts hard and fast, his hips snapping up against my back. Moans and whimpers of his name repeatedly fall from between my lips, tears beginning to form in the corners of my eyes at the intense pleasure.

‘Look at you, screaming my name like a desperate slut when you didn’t even know it a couple hours ago. Letting me fuck this tight pussy after choking on my cock like a good little girl. You’re such a good girl for me, y/n. Not like this for other boys, are you?’ he asks, his words mixed with his cock filling me up repeatedly having my slick dripping down my leg, the image clear as day in the mirror. ‘Answer my fucking question, y/n,’ he growls, not letting up with the furious pace, and I can feel myself already nearing my third orgasm of the night. ‘No, Jungkook, only you,’ I moan out, the pornographic images in the mirror having me nearly at the edge. ‘Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I cry out after a particularly hard thrust, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening considerably. ‘Not until I say you can,’ he says, his voice strained from the effort of holding me and himself up, but unfortunately, I’m unable to exercise any kind of self-control. I hit my orgasm with a scream of his name, shaking in his arms, and he continues to relentlessly thrust into me, even after I’ve come down from my high. ‘Only a minute ago, I was saying how good you were, and now you go and disobey me?’ he says, his words interrupted by low groans, our eyes locked in the mirror as he slows down slightly. ‘Sorry, Kook,’ I say shakily, my breathing laboured, and he grins. ‘I’ll make you sorry,’ he says before his pace increases again, even faster than it was before.

The overstimulation kicks in, my sensitivity having tears pouring down my face. ‘Jungkook, I can’t,’ I cry out, my weakening body falling back against his. ‘You wanted to be a greedy slut and cum before I let you, so this is your punishment. Take it like a good girl, and I might be nice,’ he growls, his head of his cock repeatedly hitting the soft spongy part inside me. ‘Rub yourself,’ he prompts, watching me in the mirror, and I know he’s revelling in my wrecked appearance, knowing he’s the cause of the tears falling down my flushed face. ‘I can’t,’ I breathe out, and his grip on my waist tightens. ‘I’m not gonna fucking tell you again, y/n. Rub your fucking clit like the slut you are,’ he spits out and one of my hands begins rubbing slowly at my clit, not daring to disobey him again. ‘That’s a good girl,’ he says with a smile, and I can feel myself nearing my orgasm already, surprised he doesn’t seem close as well. His pace is relentless, hips repeatedly snapping up to my back, filling me up to bursting point. The only sound in the room is our moans and skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex stronger than I’ve ever encountered before. The mixed sensations of him fucking me and my hand rubbing slowly at my clit have me moaning every few seconds, sounding more like a porn star than ever. ‘I’m close, y/n,’ he says, the hand that’s on my waist slapping my hand away and taking its spot, only his pace and much faster than mine, hand furiously rubbing at my clit. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I scream out, head falling back onto his shoulder, his mouth right beside my ear so I can hear all of his moans and grunts at full volume, the sounds only pushing me closer to the edge. ‘Cum for me, y/n,’ he prompts, and almost as though my body is hanging on his every word, my orgasm washes over me. I scream out his name at top volume, body convulsing against him, and he reaches his orgasm then, moaning out my name, continuing to thrust into me as his hand rubs at my clit. Once he’s come down from his high, he pulls out of me slowly, the feeling of emptiness having me shivering as he puts down my leg. He pulls off his now full condom and throws it away as I lay down on the bed, breathing heavily after having four orgasms.

‘Hold on, babe, don’t get comfortable. I’m not done with you yet,’ he says from where he stands beside the bed, grinning down at me. ‘What?’ I breathe out, confused as he settles himself on the bed between my legs, lying on his front. ‘I’m a perfectionist, and it physically pains me to leave your orgasms at such an… odd number,’ he says with a smirk. ‘Four’s even,’ I say pointedly, wondering if he has memory loss. ‘I know, but five is just so much better, don’t you think?’ he says, looking up at me with a grin as he pulls my legs apart, licking his lips at the sight of my glistening core, soaked with my multiple releases. ‘Jungkook. I can’t take anymore,’ I sigh as he leaves open mouthed kisses up my thighs. ‘But you’ve been handling it so well, you’ve been so good for me,’ he says, slowly pushing a finger between my folds. ‘Please, Jungkook, I can’t,’ I whine out, the overstimulation all too much as he pumps in and out of me slowly. ‘Listen to me, y/n. I am gonna eat your sweet little pussy until I’ve had enough, and you are gonna cum on my tongue like the good little slut you are. Understand?’ he growls, looking up at me in the dim light, and I nod, his words persuading me instantly. ‘Yes, Jungkook,’ I reply, and he grins. He doesn’t waste any time, licking a stripe up my slit as his finger continues pumping in and out of me. ‘Ah, Jungkook,’ I breathe out, the weakness of the overstimulation beginning to ebb away, replaced by waves of pleasure washing over me. His finger disappears, replaces by his tongue dipping between my folds, lapping up my slick. ‘You taste so fucking good, y/n, better than any other girl I’ve tasted,’ he praises, the vibrations of his words against my pussy having me moaning. He laps at my core like he hasn’t eaten for days, moans and whimpers falling from between my lips every few seconds. My fingers tangle into his dark silky locks, pulling him as close as possible, head thrown back into the pillow, feet digging in to the mattress. I can feel his eyes scanning me as his mouth works wonders at my core, my orgasm drawing ever closer. ‘Fuck, Jungkook, more,’ I moan, and I feel him grin against me. ‘Complaining that you couldn’t handle anymore a minute ago, and now look at you. Begging for more, like a greedy little slut,’ he chuckles before three of his fingers push into me, curling inside me deliciously. ‘Yes, Jungkook, feels so good,’ I cry out, tears streaming down my face now, and he begins sucking at my clit, fingers pumping in and out of me rapidly. ‘Fuck, Kook, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan out, and he speeds up even more. ‘Come on, y/n, cum for me,’ he says, his fingers disappearing, replaced by his mouth, tongue furiously lapping at me, lips tugging at my folds. His fingers and tongue dip in and out of my folds, my moans loud and frequent, and when his nose begins nudging against my clit, I feel myself coming undone. ‘Cum for me, baby girl,’ he urges, and my orgasm washes over me as I scream out his name.

Once I’ve come down from my high, I look down at Jungkook to see him licking off his fingers appreciatively. ‘You did so well, babe,’ he praises, getting up from between my legs and pulling his boxers back on. ‘Where do you keep your towels?’ he asks, and I take a few deep breath before answering, weak and exhausted. ‘In the cupboard under the sink in my en suite,’ I reply, pointing to the door. He disappears for a moment, coming back with a towel. He wipes my face clean of the sweat first, then my chest, before cleaning between my legs. I smile at him weakly, too tired to speak. ‘Go to the toilet now, babe, then you can sleep,’ he says, and I shakily climb out of the bed, knees weak. I go for a quick wee before washing my hands and splashing some water over my face. When I go back into the bedroom, Jungkook is standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. ‘You’re staying, right?’ I ask, throat hoarse, and he passes me the bottle of water sat atop my nightstand. ‘If you want me to,’ he says as I take a gulp from the bottle, handing it back appreciatively. ‘I do want you to. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. That was the best dick I’ve had in my life. I don’t want us to be a one-time thing,’ I say honestly, and he grins. ‘God, this is not how I thought tonight would go but it couldn’t have gone any better,’ he says, and I smile as he gets comfortable in my bed, leaning against the headboard with his eyes on me. I take a pair of clean pants out of my drawer, pulling them on, before picking up Jungkook’s white t-shirt from the floor. ‘Mind if I wear this?’ I ask, and he shakes his head with a lazy grin. I pull it over my head and climb into the bed with him.

‘Are you gonna leave in the morning? Like, early?’ I ask as we lie down, both on our sides, face to face. ‘Well, we have a lecture at 11 so we need to be up for that, and I want to shower and put on clean clothes,’ he says. ‘You can shower here. And Jihyo’s boyfriend leaves his clothes here all the time, I washed some of them yesterday. You can take some of his,’ I say, and laughs. ‘That eager to be with me, huh?’ he jokes, and I realise how desperate I sound. I don’t feel embarrassed by it, though. I’m actually relieved if I’m honest. Yes, I enjoy what I do, I get a kick out of it. But there was always that part of me that worried about myself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have some kind of dark backstory. No cheating ex or anything. I just grew up in a loveless household. My parents hated each other, my siblings hated them, my parents didn’t show us much love, my siblings were in toxic relationships. I was the youngest, and growing up in a household that was empty of all love wasn’t weird for me because it was all I’d ever known. Not until I reached my last year of high school, and all my friends were in relationships, compared to me who’d never even had a crush, did I worry that it’d had some kind of psychological affect on me. But I supressed my worries and, when I started university, I acted on the only kind of impulses I’d ever felt; sexual ones. I’ve always tried to ignore the internal worries that I’m unable to love, but sometimes it gets too much. So to feel this way towards Jungkook, an attraction that isn’t purely physical, it excites me. Maybe I’m not so fucked up after all. ‘I am. I’ve never met anyone like you,’ I say again, and he smiles. ‘Same for you,’ he replies, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. ‘Okay, you really need to go to sleep now because we’ve got to wake up early and you must be tired,’ he says concernedly, and I laugh gently. ‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ I joke, and he chuckles. ‘I don’t have to, you did it for me,’ he replies, and I grin. ‘Touché,’ I laugh. ‘How do you sleep?’ he asks. ‘I’m a cuddler,’ I reply, and he grins. ‘Same,’ he says, pulling me towards him. I rest my head on his toned chest, my arm thrown over his torso, and his arms are around me. ‘Goodnight, y/n,’ he says, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I smile contentedly before replying, ‘goodnight, Jungkook.’

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‘Shall I tell you something?’ I say before spraying my face with setting spray, eyes and mouth closed. ‘I mean, it depends on what it is you want to tell me. A compliment or something, sure. You wanting me to get out of the house, no, no thank you,’ Jungkook says from where he’s lying across my bed in his jeans from last night and a Thrasher hoodie of Jihyo’s boyfriend’s. His hair is fluffy and soft after his brief shower this morning and he’s wearing his glasses that he went and got from his car ten minutes ago. ‘Shut up and just say yes,’ I say, inspecting my appearance in the mirror. I’m quite impressed with myself; Jungkook woke me up an hour ago and I’ve already showered and done a full face, as well as being dressed. I’m virtually ready to leave, and it’s only 10.14. ‘Yes,’ he says with a grin, watching me in the mirror. ‘When I saw you at the party yesterday, I thought you looked like a 15-year-old anime-club kid,’ I admit, and he lets out a loud surprised laugh, almost as though my words caught him off-guard. ‘I was thinking, that you were cute, but not really my type,’ I say. ‘What is your type?’ he asks intrigued. ‘Rich guy I met at his yacht party who drives a Rolls Royce, or college student that lives off Cheetos and Red Bull. But then, last night, when we… you know, I thought that you looked like the rich-yacht-Rolls Royce kinda guy. And now, you look like the college-Cheetos-Red Bull kinda guy. Like, you’re so versatile,’ I say, and he laughs again. ‘Get you a guy that can do all 3,’ Jungkook says, and I laugh before getting up from my vanity table. ‘Do you wanna grab a Starbucks or something before our lecture starts?’ I ask Jungkook, who nods, climbing up from the bed. And then I spot it.

My calendar, hanging on the wall beside my mirror. Today’s date having a note on it, written in black. Lecture’s at 10, not 11. ‘Jungkook,’ I say, pointing at the note. I watch him read it before his eyes meet mine. Both of us utter a word at the same time, the perfect word, one could say, for the ridiculously stupid situation we are stuck in, which is showing up late (to a course that is 30% attendance/punctuality) together (which will leave people wondering why infamous y/n and shy frat boy Jeon Jungkook are showing up to a lecture together, late no less); ‘shit.’

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