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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (BTS) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Hybrid AU, College AU, Angst, Fluff, SMUT, enemies to fuckbuddies to lovers; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: dangerous actions as in climbing over fences and bleachers and running on handrails, probably some cursing or at least mentions of cursing, nudity, SMUT -> unprotective sex, slight nipple play, biting/marking, fingering, slight pussy slapping, penetrative sex, shower sex, jealousy sex, cockwarming, public, oral (m and f receiving), one kiss, also a sport accident, mentions of broken ribs and punctured lungs; Wordcount: 9.521; Event: Part of the Cock-Tales collab by @cremeandsuga The Touchdown is served now.

Summary: Being the club manager of your all inclusive college football team wasn’t always peachy but you loved it nonetheless. Until the new recruits arrived and turned everything you knew upside down. Especially the new star Jeon Jungkook had your mind spiraling.

You cursed underneath your breath as you rushed over the campus. How could you forget the training folder despite having packed everything last night?! You even asked Yoongi to send you a text, reminding you to pack everything. In the end you had to send him a text to remind you, which resulted in a little argument but both of you were used to that after years of working together.

A hiss escaped your lips when you had to jump over someone crouching down right in front of you to tie their shoe laces. You shouted an apology over your shoulder and hurried further towards the football fields.

The team was probably already assembled at the field, listening to the team captain’s speech. Some might even get baffled by his choice of words and how sophisticated he conversed. You snickered, imagining the dozens of question marks floating above their heads.

When you reached the field, you usually would run around the bleachers towards the official entrance but since you were late and didn’t want to waste more time than you already did by running back to your apartment to get that damn folder which you had forgotten when you had left on time. You pushed the folder into your bag while running full speed towards the bleachers. You jumped from the ground and leaped to the metal bars, using them to climb up and over the fence above the top row of seats.

Yoongi uncrossed his arms when he saw you running down to the group on top of the hand rail instead of the stairs like any normal human would do. His long dotted tail flicked anxiously behind him. Even though he trusted you and your instincts, running on such a small surface at full speed never sat well with him.

He would definitely scold you after the training.

When you two met eyes, you grinned at him, jumping to the lower rows now. Your rhythm got interrupted when you noticed a shadow out of the corner of your eyes. You nearly lost your footing when you saw the hybrid next to you, jumping over the seats and rows just like you did.

Yoongi took a few steps towards you, a futile move as he wanted to save you from losing your balance. He sighed in relief when you continued your reckless route and landed safely on the grass.

You shot daggers with your eyes towards the hybrid, who joined the new team members in front of Namjoon, bowing shortly in apology for being late. Only when Yoongi stepped into your view, did you calm down again - a smile quickly back on your lips. “Got the folder!” You grabbed your bag and pulled it in front of you, opening it and pulling the folder out. “Now you can finally check whether all new recruits are present or if someone else is running late.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes when you looked around him to glare at the young hybrid. “Seems you’re alright then”, he muttered and opened the folder, turning around and walking over to Namjoon, who finally finished his speech.

“Listen up newbies”, he said calmly, not even raising his voice nor looking up from the folder. “I expect punctuality, persistence and pursuit from you all. Unless you’re missing a limb I don’t accept excuses for missed training.” Yoongi looked up, glancing with calculating eyes over the new members. “We’re the first all inclusive football team in this country. Even though more followed we’re still getting enough shit for it. That’s why we’re not doing anything half assed! If you can’t commit to this team, leave this instant.”

You observed the newbies, even raising an eyebrow as a silent challenge but none of them moved. They actually looked quite determined.

For the first time Yoongi looked up from the folder, smirking when he saw none of the new recruits moving. “Good. Today we’ll assess your strengths and weaknesses and sort you into the teams according to that. Namjoon, Shownu, Jinki, get your groups and start training for now. Newbies, you’ll stay with me and Y/N.”

The three mentioned team members nodded and stepped forward, motioning for their groups to follow them. Namjoon led the offence team to the right side of the field, while Shownu and the defence team walked to the left side. Jinki led the remaining members to the indoor training side.

You looked at the eight new recruits, scrutinising their physical features. Five of them were obviously hybrids just like Yoongi and yourself. Most of them had quite the nice physique and had at least some height. You were pretty sure the hyena hybrid got recruited for the basketball team as well.

“Introduce yourselves,” Yoongi commanded lowly and walked over to you, stopping right next to your form.

One after another hesitantly said their names, hybrid species if they had one and explained the reason they applied. They appeared to be a little shy and you could feel your lips curl upwards whenever one of them stumbled over their own words.

“I’m JK, a snow leopard hybrid. I’m here because the sport looked cool.” He oozed confidence and it ticked you off.

“Looked cool?” You asked with a scoff, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms in front of your chest. Your tail flicked animatedly behind your back, showcasing your annoyance with the young hybrid. “If you want to look cool, you should choose another sport. If you aren’t serious about this, leave immediately.”

“I don’t have to be serious to be good at this.”

Before you could pounce at him and scratch out his eyes, Yoongi interjected, thrusting the folder into your chest. “Alright. I’m Yoongi, the trainer, and this is Y/N our trusted manager of the club. If you ever need help with something you can ask her. Right now she’ll support your training until you can join the defence, offence or third team.”

One of them raised a hand, looking somewhat unsure whether he should be doing it or not. “Why are we splitted into three teams?”

Some of the other recruits snickered at the question, but Yoongi quickly shut them up with one glance.

“In games there is a defence and an offence team. Clubs that are large enough split their members into those teams and let them train specifically for these positions. Defence needs a different training than the offence for example,” you explained shortly, quickly continuing when you saw another hand rising. “The third team consists of step-ins. Should someone from the offence or defence team get hurt during a game one of them takes their position so we can continue playing.”

“Right and we’re here to determine, which team would profit the most with you joining them”, Yoongi continued, before he led them to the middle of the field and explained the first drill.

Once the training was over Namjoon came over to you and Yoongi, looking expectantly at the both of you. “Already some tendencies where to put them?” He looked between you and Yoongi, seeing the irritation in Yoongi’s demeanour and the annoyance radiating off of you. “What’s wrong?”

“We agree on most recruits and what position they should play”, Yoongi said, rubbing his hand over his face. “Except for one.”

“Because he should be a step-in. This kid doesn’t take the club nor the training seriously.” You puffed out, glaring at Yoongi for not understanding your point.

Namjoon looked between the both of you. “Are you talking about Jungkook?”

“Who?” Both of you asked and turned to the tall wolf hybrid, with various degrees of confusion displayed on your faces.

“JK? Jeon Jungkook? The snow leopard?”

While Yoongi nodded in agreement, you narrowed your eyes, containing the hiss within your throat. “He’s a natural”, Yoongi said, “that’s why I think he should be a tackle on offence.”

Namjoon contemplated the info he required, tapping his chin in thought. “I am not surprised to hear that.” He concluded with a soft laugh. “That’s why I told him to consider joining the team.”

“You know him?”

“Define ‘know’”, Namjoon laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, his wolf ears twitching slightly. “I saw him around campus a few times. He joined Jin and I when we played around with the ball during a free period.”

“What did you think of him back then?” Yoongi inquired, truly fascinated with the new information he got on him.

“I’ve never seen someone easily throw the ball on the first try like him. He assured me, he had never played before. Even Jin asked him like five times if he was sure because he picked up every move so quickly. Apparently he likes challenges. Honestly, I would bet my tail on winning every game if that kid joins the offence team.” Namjoon wagged his tail to underline his statement together with a laugh.

“It’s settled then”, Yoongi said and looked at you with a pointed glance.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes with a huff. “Just keep him away from me during the training.”

~~~

Even though they had dismissed your statement when you said it, they made sure to keep a safe distance between you and Jungkook. You even noticed other team members joining their efforts, despite not really knowing the reason for it.

Sadly though none of the members could help you outside of the training.

“Manager!”

You jumped in your seat when Jungkook suddenly plopped down in front of you with a wide grin. You took a deep breath, placed your hand over your rapidly beating heart and glared at the snow leopard hybrid.

“I have a question and Yoongi has told us to talk to you whenever that moment should appear.”

“So?” You raised an eyebrow, waiting for his question so you could answer it and be left alone again.

“The first training.”

You sighed and closed the book in front of you, feeling it wouldn’t be as simple as you had hoped for with him. “That is not a question.”

Jungkook snickered slightly and shook his head. “Yeah, sorry, I’m not sure how to ask that.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit he had picked up from Namjoon you noticed.

“It’s been months since the first training. Just ask your question.”

“You’re right, you’re right. You arrived late at the first training, didn’t you?”

“So?” You narrowed your eyes, not getting what exactly Jungkook wanted to know from you.

“How come you climbed over the bleachers?” Jungkook rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, imploring your eyes with his dark ones.

Something like curiosity and admiration shone within them, slowly pulling you under his spell. You had to close your eyes and shake your head, leaning as far back as possible and crossing your arms in front of your chest before you answered. “I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged with his shoulders, laughing shortly. “It was the quicker way.”

“Don’t ask me questions when the answer is obvious.”

He tilted his head, thinking about what you said. “Is it really the fastest way for you?”

You hissed at him, too offended to even realise you did it. “What the hell are you implying?” You stood up from your chair and slammed your hand on top of the book. “Don’t even think about underestimating me!” You left before he was even able to say something, storming out of the library and only stopping in front of the bleachers.

“Is it really the fastest way?” You mocked Jungkook’s question, exaggerating your movements as you tried to portray him. “Just because I’m not a big cat doesn’t mean I’m any less”, you hissed and dropped your stuff on a seat in front of you. You jumped onto a handrail and balanced across it.

“Look at me”, you snorted and twirled around, “I’m so talented at everything! I don’t have to be serious to be good at this sport! I’m a natural.” You jumped up to the next railing, still impersonating Jungkook as you balanced along the small surface. “Everybody is friends with me, everybody is thankful for having me, girls and boys alike come to the trainings and games just to watch my stupidly handsome appearance. Which is only paralleled by my incredibly hot body.”

You reached the top of the bleachers, turning around and looking over the wide, empty field. A huff escaped your lips as you stemmed your hands into your sides. “Not to mention how sweet and helpful I am. Guess what, Jeon Jungkook is perfect in every aspect. People wish to be me or people wish to have me!”

Someone snickered behind you: “Which one are you?”

A surprised squeak escaped your lips and you lost your footing while you turned around to see Jungkook crouching on the fence behind the last row of seats, looking down at you with amusement.

He quickly jumped down and caught you, holding you in his arms before you would have injured yourself.

You cursed underneath your breath, both hands clutching his shirt in surprise. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Promise you won’t just leave again once I answer you?” Jungkook looked at you with wide, innocent eyes, silently begging you to say yes. He even refused to set you down, still holding you in his arms and close to his chest.

“Fine”, you grumbled and looked away from him, desperately trying to calm your rapidly beating heart inside your ribcage as soon as you realised it wasn’t pounding so hard due to the surprise anymore.

“I followed you because I wanted to tell you that I don’t underestimate you.”

“Great. Now let me down, Jungkook!”

He hesitated, uncertainty flashing up in his eyes, but after you hit his chest, Jungkook reluctantly sat you back down. Though he kept his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your sides. “I really mean it”, he mumbled, gaze cast down.

You sighed deeply and closed your eyes, it became harder and harder to lash out at him with every second that passed. You still wanted to tell him off but something about his demeanour made you hesitate. “Alright.” You opened your eyes again and looked Jungkook in the eyes, schooling your indifference towards him. “I believe you. Now, if you’ll excuse me. There is a training camp that needs to be planned.”

“Do you need help with that?”

A sting shot through your heart upon hearing his pleading tone. “No, thank you. I’m meeting up with Yoongi to do that.”

Jungkook dropped his hands from your sides and stepped back, refusing to look at you again. “Okay.”

You nodded shortly. “I’ll see you at the next training.” You looked one last time at him before you jumped down and hurried to your belongings, grabbing them and dashing away from the field.

~~~

“What’s got you so riled up?” Yoongi asked once he reached you, raising an eyebrow questioningly. His lips quirked up when he saw you jump slightly in your seat. “You seem slightly on edge for the past weeks now. I didn’t have the impression that planning the training camp would be this difficult for you.”

“It’s not the training camp!” You looked around with squinted eyes. “It’s the fact I successfully avoided him during training but he somehow runs into me everywhere else. AND,” you pronounce the word excessively, “he just sticks around instead of leaving again! My corner in the library was sacred since nobody ever came there but now he just invades my space! I can’t even say anything against it!” You dropped your head into your hands, groaning in despair while Yoongi sat down next to you with a snicker. “It’s not funny!”

“It kinda is. What do you have against him anyway?” He propped his chin up on his hand, leaning on it while his gaze implored you.

“He is annoying! That should be reason enough!”

“You think so?” Yoongi smirked and shrugged with his shoulders. “I’m sure you only think of him as annoying because you desperately want to be annoyed by him.”

You gasped loudly, pointing an accusing finger at Yoongi. Your mouth opened and closed several times, unsure how to rebut his argument. “How dare you”, you hissed after several empty attempts.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders again. “Normally you’d tell someone straight forward if you didn’t like them or if they should leave you alone. So how come you’re not doing it with him?”

“I am!” You stopped, staring blankly on the table as you recalled the moments you met Jungkook. “Am I?”

“We’re in a training camp in a few days. If he truly gets on your nerves, just tell him. Should you have no reason for your annoyance, try to be nice to him.”

You grumbled something inaudible under your breath, knowing full well Yoongi was right. At least for the sake of the camp you’d try to lessen your hostility towards Jungkook.

So you thought. But when he arrived at the bus with luggage twice the size of even your own, you couldn’t help it but blow up on him. Jungkook made your irritation even worse when he only grinned at your nagging, looking the least phased with your critique.

Every day he continued to do the most ridiculous stuff, smiling from ear to ear whenever you scolded him for it.

“I leave the rest to you”, you sighed, smiling tiredly at Jiwoo and Soomin, who joined the training camp to help you out. “I need to sleep early tonight.”

“Are you sure? It’s the last night here. Isn’t there some sort of celebration?”

You shrugged with your shoulders, wincing when you felt how stiff they were. “I’m not one to party anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow morning again.” With that you left the field and walked over to the houses, quickly getting into your room and taking a long hot shower.

You heard the rustle from the other club members as they got ready to celebrate and probably drink until the early hours of the next day. A snicker escaped your lips, thinking about how the newbies would always be dragged into drinking a lot so they would have to do the last training at camp with a huge hangover. Somewhat a tradition by now and you definitely enjoyed watching that specific training every year. Last year Hoseok had such a massive hangover he still acted drunk during the training, missing his target by a mile when he ran past Jinyoung instead of tackling him.

For a moment you contemplated whether you should join them or keep inside of your room. The long shower helped you enough to relax and you were sure seeing Jungkook getting drunk would lift your mood even more.

Yet, you decided to stay in your room, snuggling onto your bed and grabbing a book to read.

Hours passed and you still heard them party when a knock on your door interrupted your reading. You pulled some sweatpants on and walked over to the door, opening it with a quizzical expression.

“Manager!”

“Jungkook?”

“I have a question”, he announced with a lopsided grin, “and we’re supposed to come to you whenever we have one.”

You sighed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “I know.” You weren’t quite sure if you thought of tipsy Jungkook as endearing or even more annoying. You weren’t even sure if he actually was tipsy.

“Can I come in for a sec?”

You stepped away from the doorframe without a word, watching Jungkook walk into your room with wide eyes. He looked around the room like a child would look around a toy store. You couldn’t help yourself but smile at the mental image, before you closed the door and followed Jungkook deeper into your room.

“Can I stay here?”

Your mouth dropped open in shock upon hearing this question. It took you several seconds before you were even able to answer him. “Are you drunk?”

“Not at all.” Jungkook sat down on the edge of your bed, looking up at you with a grin. “I’m quite tired actually but the guys are still going crazy in the room so I can’t sleep.”

“And you thought sleeping here would be an option?” You scoffed when you saw him nod, shaking your head in disbelief. “It’s a tradition to join that celebration, Jungkook.”

“Then why aren’t you there?”

“Because I’m tired.”

“So am I.”

You sighed in frustration. “Jungkook, please. You can’t sleep here.”

“Why not?”

You stopped and stared at him blankly, not coming up with any good reason to deny his request. You desperately tried finding something to say but came up empty handed every time. “Okay, fine. Fine. Just stay on one side of the bed!” You threw your hands up in disbelief and stalked over to your side of the bed, grabbing your book and placing it on the nightstand.

Jungkook jumped up giddily, switched off the lights and rushed over to the other side of the bed, immediately climbing under the sheets.

You grumbled something underneath your breath before you got under the blanket as well. You took deep breaths, hoping to fall asleep as quickly as possible but your mind continued thinking about the hybrid next to you. Why did you even let him stay? You tried to sneak a peek at him from the corner of your eyes, feeling your heartbeat increasing. “Stop staring at me.”

He giggled softly and turned on his back, closing his eyes in the process. “Thanks for letting me stay. Don’t mind me being here.”

A scoff escaped your lips and you rolled your eyes in the dark, stopping shortly after when you got an idea. “I won’t”, you whispered with a wicked grin and started to undress underneath your blanket.

Jungkook’s ears swivelled around, a frown appearing on his face when he couldn’t place the sounds to an action. “What are you doing?”

“Taking my clothes off.”

He choked on air, coughing heavily upon hearing your answer. “You’re joking, right?”

“Nope.” You let the word loudly pop from your lips, dropping your clothes on the floor right next to the bed. “I normally sleep like this.”

“You do?” Jungkook swallowed harshly, his mind racing with a dozen thoughts. “Then, uh, don’t mind me if I do the same.”

For a second you forgot how to breathe, cursing inwardly when you actually heard him undress as well. This wasn’t what you had planned. You thought he’d leave the room in embarrassment, not take his clothes off too. You laid there staring into the dark with a blank expression, trying to find something to say or do.

“It’s quite cold in your room.”

“What? A snow leopard can’t handle the cold?” You snarkily replied, thankful for some sort of distraction from the heavy silence.

“No, no, I don’t mind”, Jungkook reassured you, turning to you, “I just thought it would be too cold for you. I mean the blankets are pretty thin.”

“I told you not to underestimate me.”

“I’m not, I’m not! I just can’t believe you’re actually…”, he hesitated, stumbling over the word, “... naked.”

You smirked, hoping to increase his nervousness until he would leave. “Well, I am. So what about it?”

He stayed quiet for a while, leaving you waiting with bated breath. “I don’t believe you.”

“Not my problem.”

Another long pause stretched through the dark, building the anticipation inside of you. “Come here”, Jungkook rumbled and wrapped his arm around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest. His hand slowly glided over your stomach and up towards your breasts, only stopping right underneath them. Jungkook’s thumb brushed over the side of your breast, making his breath hitch in surprise. “You’re actually… naked.”

“I told you I am.” It took everything within you to sound somewhat in control with his fingers brushing over your bare skin. You bit on your lower lip to prevent yourself from whimpering when he cupped your breast and squeezed it softly. “Jungkook, what are you doing?”

His thumb brushed over your nipple until it hardened underneath his touch. “I’m just checking”, he mumbled against your neck, nibbling and kissing your skin.

You arched your back, pushing your butt against his slowly growing member. A whimper escaped your lips when Jungkook started to slowly rut against your cheeks. You involuntarily clenched around nothing, feeling a tingle build up inside of your lower stomach.

“I really thought you hate me”, Jungkook mumbled against your shoulder, his hand wandering down to your hip. He squeezed the flesh of your ass cheek before he trailed along your thigh, grabbing behind your knee and pulling your leg up. “But those little noises you make let me think something different.”

“No, I do dislike you”, you breathed, weakly pushing against his abs behind you.

“I’m not convinced”, he chuckled, trailing his hand back over your thigh and towards your core. Jungkook grabbed the base of his cock and slapped it against your wet entrance, groaning in pleasure.

As if on cue you raised your hips a little, leaning half on your knees and chest. You whimpered again when Jungkook rutted against you, his dick rubbing along your entrance and the tip hitting your sensitive nub.

“Fuck.”

“Me”, you murmured without realising what you said, too drawn into the feeling of his quivering body above you. Your tail, which laid flush against your back, now brushed against Jungkook's chest - almost teasing him to do something.

“What?”

“What?” You opened your eyes in surprise, feeling the heat rise into your cheeks. You were about to sputter some sort of excuse when a moan ripped through your throat from Jungkook biting down on your shoulder.

“I’d love to fuck you if you let me.” His ruts became rougher as he enjoyed the whimpers and moans he could elicit out of your mouth.

“Yes, please. Please, fuck me.”

Jungkook immediately wrapped one arm around your middle before he slid his cock inside your drenched walls. He groaned against your shoulder, licking and nipping over the spot he just marked prior.

You wrapped your tail around his middle, encouraging his thrusts to get deeper and harder. Hearing him pant against your neck, sent shivers down your spine, which increased the tingle inside of you.

“Y/N?” His thrusts stuttered, feeling you clench around his length so suddenly. “Careful”, he panted, “or otherwise I can’t control myself.”

“Do you ever control yourself?” You teased, glancing over your shoulder with a smirk playing over your lips.

“All the time”, Jungkook growled, squeezing you closer against his body. “I wanted to ask where you want me to cum.” He kissed your shoulder blade, waiting patiently for your answer despite feeling on the edge of cumming already.

You felt the heat rising to your cheeks again. “Inside”, you mumbled and turned your face into the pillow, not wanting him to see how affected you were by his question.

“Are you sure?”

You snarled at him, forgetting your previous embarrassment for just a minute. “For once just do what you’re asked to do.”

Jungkook chuckled lowly. “But then I wouldn’t get your attention.”

You were about to hit him when his hold around you tightened, his moans becoming more desperate. Right before he came, Jungkook moved his hand down to your core and pressed one rough finger pad against your nub, letting fireworks explode inside your lower stomach. You trembled in his hold, limbs spasming uncontrollably from the force.

Once you calmed down Jungkook slowly pulled out of you, kissing your shoulder reassuringly when you whined about the loss. He quickly got up to get something to clean you, wiping you with a wet cloth before he pulled the blankets back over you. As soon as he had cleaned himself as well he crawled back into the bed behind you, wrapping once more an arm around your middle. “Sleep tight.”

~~~

Ever since that night you had tried to avoid him again, feeling all kinds of things with him near you, but to your dismay Jungkook became even more persistent in staying around you.

“What’s up between you and the newbie?” Huta asked you with a tilted head. The tiger hybrid continued to glance behind you and back up to your concentrated face. He had asked you to help him tape his shoulder and you willingly obliged but the constant death glares towards him made him slightly nervous.

“Which newbie? We have more than one.” You laughed softly, fingers gliding over his bare skin. You still wanted to smack the shit out of Huta for saying he got too old and needed taping now.

“You know exactly which one I mean.”

“Nope, no idea.”

Huta snorted and squeezed your thighs as you stood between his own. “Denial doesn’t suit you.”

You laughed and swatted at his hands, even slapping his side with the tip of your tail. “Don’t be ridiculous! Today you’re especially humorous. It’s annoying.”

“Yet you’re laughing.” He grinned at you. The grin widened when you rolled your eyes and pushed against his forehead with one finger. “So, why am I getting murdered with his stares just because I’m near you?”

“Beats me.” You shrugged with your shoulders, placing the last tape onto his skin. “But if he continues focusing on us he’ll get murdered by Yoongi.”

As if on cue you heard the whistle blow and Yoongi calling for Jungkook to focus through a megaphone.

Huta laughed again as he stood up and hugged you before he put his shirt back on and jogged over to the offence group. You watched him exchange a few words with Namjoon, rolling his shoulders as if to say he was all good to tackle the opponents again.

The rest of the practice was rather uneventful, until Jungkook started a fight with Huta despite having three other team members between them. You stood at the side of the field and rolled your eyes, calling for Yoongi to get the snow leopard of the field to cool down again.

Jungkook immediately stopped thrashing around upon hearing your voice, his gaze quickly finding you at the side of the field. He swallowed harshly, seeing the disappointed look in your eyes. He quickly mumbled an apology and hurried from the field, deciding to run some laps instead.

Even when the training finished and all the members returned to the locker rooms, Jungkook continued running. He didn’t even react when Yoongi called for him through his megaphone.

“What’s gotten into him?”

“Let him run off some steam”, you sighed and shook your head, eyes trailing the snow leopard around the field. “I’ll make sure he won’t overdo it.”

“Don’t rip him apart. He is our star player and we need him for the quarter finals in a couple of weeks.” Yoongi looked at you sternly, but once he realised you weren’t tense nor fuming due to Jungkook, he relaxed again. “Okay, I’ll leave it to you then.”

You sat down on the bleachers and watched Jungkook run his laps. Most of the members had already left the locker rooms again, waving you goodbye as they left. When even Jimin and Taehyung, who were always the last to change, left the lockers, you decided to stand up and stop Jungkook.

You stepped right into his path, waiting for him to either stop in front of you or run into you. Thankfully it wasn’t the latter option. “Get yourself together”, you scolded him, when he nearly toppled over trying to suck in as much air as possible. “You’re acting pathetic.”

Jungkook glared up at you. “So now you’re talking to me?” He straightened himself again, stepping closer to you until you had to look up at him. “Are you done flirting with other guys?”

You clicked your tongue and pushed him away. “Training’s over, Jungkook.” With that you turned around, ready to leave him behind.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook ran after you, falling into the same rhythm as he walked next to you.

“I’m going home. My job’s done for today,” you grumbled, feeling irritated by his accusation. You stopped in your tracks and looked at Jungkook, stewing in your own anger. “Listen here”, you hissed, “I still couldn’t care less about you, but if you continue to go on my fucking nerves, you’re going to regret it. We slept one time but it didn't change a thing!”

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him towards the locker rooms. “If you didn’t care about me, why are you still here? Why aren’t you fighting against this?” He gently pulled at your wrist to underline his question. “You’re lying to yourself.”

You snarled at him but didn’t try anything else. Instead you almost willingly complied with his requests. You let yourself drag into the showers, helped him get out of your clothes all while Jungkook nibbled the skin along your throat. He had tried to kiss you but you only turned your head away so he didn’t try again, resigning to all the other spots he could reach with his mouth.

You hissed from the coldness of the tiles pressed against your back and quickly turned on the shower, letting the hot water drizzle down on your naked bodies. Next to the falling water the room got filled with both your whimpers and soft moans.

Jungkook grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up on his hips, pressing your entrance against his throbbing shaft. He growled deeply as he entered you, his brows furrowing from the pleasure. “Mine.”

“I am not a thing to own”, you hissed between your moans, digging your nails into his back from the force behind his thrusts.

“I still claim your pussy.”

You rolled your eyes but agreed with him after an especially rough thrust. “Yes, fine, fine. All yours. Happy now?” You gasped loudly when Jungkook bit down on your shoulder again, keeping you in place while he shot his load into you. For a moment you worried Jungkook wouldn’t be able to keep holding onto you with your spasms but he kept you firmly in his arms.

After both of you showered, cleaned yourself and got dressed again you two stepped out of the locker rooms, seeing that the sky had turned dark over the time you were inside.

“I’ll accompany you home”, Jungkook mumbled, pushing his hands into his pocket as he waited for you to move first.

Instead of telling him off you simply nodded and headed for your apartment. Both of you walked silently next to each other, which you were thankful for since you didn’t want to talk with him about whatever this thing between the both of you was. You were deep in your thoughts when you felt his tail entangled with your own. You shortly glanced behind you, biting on your lower lip to prevent yourself from smiling before you checked his blushed expression. You didn’t pull away, endeared by the gesture.

“I’ll see you around?” Jungkook asked hesitantly before you parted ways at your front door. His eyes shimmered with hope and uncertainty, waiting desperately for your answer.

“You know where to find me.”

Jungkook grinned softly and nodded, bidding you goodbye. He watched you enter the apartment complex and even waited after you vanished out of his sight.

~~~

You weren’t surprised seeing Jungkook a few days later at your usual spot in the library. You sighed softly and placed the books you had on the table, about to sit down on a chair next to him, when he suddenly pulled you on his lap. “What are you doing?” You squeaked and hit his arms that were now wrapped around your middle.

“Holding you”, Jungkook mumbled and leaned his head between your shoulder blades, sighing softly as he closed his eyes and slowly dozed off.

You simply rolled your eyes and grabbed the first book, reading through its contents. After a while you even caught yourself purring while Jungkook nuzzled closer into your form. You squirmed in his hold, embarrassed to show content with him around you.

“Don’t move unless you’re ready to deal with the consequences”, Jungkook growled into your ear, pushing you down on his hardening dick. “Unless you planned this all along with the skirt you’re wearing today.”

“I did not plan any of this”, you hissed and looked around in alarm. “I won’t fuck with you inside of a library!”

“Just warm it”, he suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

You glared at him over your shoulder, the tip of your tail swishing around in agitation. Your resolve quickly vanished though when you saw his sleepy eyes and smile. “No funny business?”

“No funny business.”

You swallowed nervously but raised your hips nonetheless, letting Jungkook pull out his hard dick. You slid your panties to the side and carefully lowered yourself onto his length, suppressing a whimper inside of your chest.

Jungkook simply wrapped his arms back around you and resumed into the same position he had before, content with staying like this.

Even you had to admit to yourself that you liked being full with his cock inside of you. Though you’d rather bite your tongue off than say that out loud. Still, you dreaded the moment you had to go, knowing you’d whine from the loss. “I’m surprised you’re not trying anything”, you teased Jungkook, unable to concentrate on the book in front of you.

“Do you want me to try anything?” He shortly rolled his hips into you, grinning against your back when you whimpered almost inaudibly. “I think you want that, hm?”

“Don’t”, you breathed out, grasping his arm and digging your nails into his skin. “Not here.”

“If you say so.” Jungkook snuggled back into you, quickly dozing off once more.

You sighed deeply and tried to concentrate on your book again. After a while you didn’t get as distracted by the feeling of his dick inside of you and were even able to read a few pages.

“That’s a sight I never thought to witness”, Jin laughed and plopped down on a chair in front of you, laughing even more when you jumped slightly and slammed the book shut.

Jungkook sleepily rubbed his eyes and placed his chin on your shoulder, looking tiredly towards Jin while he calmingly rubbed circles into your hips. “Never thought you’d walk into a library as well.”

“You shouldn’t compare yourself to others”, Jin scolded him with a playful glare, “just because you got dragged here by our lovely manager, doesn’t mean others need to be dragged here as well.”

“Then why are you here?” You asked, involuntary clenching around Jungkook’s dick out of nervousness.

“I joined Namjoon…”

“So much to not being dragged”, Jungkook snorted and shook his head.

“I wasn’t dragged! I’m willingly here!”

“Sure”, Jungkook yawned, “then what kind of book are you trying to find.” He smirked when Jin sputtered some nonsense, coming up empty handed in the end.

“So why are you two together?” Jin pointed accusingly between the both of you.

You immediately tensed, panicking as you had no idea what to answer him. Though Jungkook didn’t even hesitate as he answered: “It’s a cat thing. A polar bear like you wouldn’t understand it.”

“Did you need anything?” You chimed in quickly, before Jin would start an argument and get even louder than he already was.

“Ah yeah, are we doing a special training before the quarter finals like last year?” Jin asked, immediately forgetting about the dispute just now.

You shook your head. “No, we’ll meet up and watch footage of our opponents to discuss our strategy but we’ll just stick with our normal training routine. Otherwise you guys would have heard it by now.”

Jin thanked you for the information and left again, searching for Namjoon in the poetry section to tell him the news as well.

You exhaled shakily, slowly trying to ease your tension again. “We’re lucky it wasn’t one of the other cat hybrids that found us together.”

“If you say so.”

You ignored the hurt tone in his voice and stood up, fixing your outfit and grabbing the books. “We should concentrate on the quarter finals anyway.” You didn’t even look behind you before you said goodbye and left in a hurry.

~~~

The day of the quarter finals something felt off. You were restless the minute you had woken up, pacing around whenever you could instead of sitting down.

“How many energy drinks did you have this morning?” Yoongi hissed from the seat next to you, placing his large hand on your bouncing leg.

“None.” You stood up and walked up and down the short distance of the bench, eyes trained on the teams that came onto the field. “I just… don’t know.”

“We made a plan with the whole team. As long as we stick to that, nothing will be a problem.” Yoongi stepped next to you, gently pulling you back on the bench. “Trust our boys.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust them.” You watched how everyone took their positions, gnawing on your lower lip when you realised the offence team was the starting one.

The whistle blew and immediately both teams charged forward. You tried to follow the ball but with all of them huddled together you had no chance. “This doesn’t look right”, you murmured and turned to look at Yoongi, who stared at the field with a deep frown.

At that moment you heard a blood curdling scream, followed by another whistle. Both you and Yoongi jumped up, trying to see what happened when the masses of players parted. Your blood froze, seeing Jungkook on the ground.

“Jungkook’s down!” Yoongi called, turning to the third team. “Changsub, get ready to switch in!”

You ignored his orders, eyes fixed on Jungkook’s body. Another scream left his lips when one of the members tried to lift him up. Before the referee was even able to call the medics, you were sprinting towards Jungkook already. You crashed onto your knees next to him, fumbling with the safety system of his helmet while you cursed under your breath.

“Y/N?”

“What happened?” You pulled the helmet off of Jungkook, hands immediately clutching his cheeks as you scanned his face and head with worry.

“I’m sorry”, he apologised in a small whisper. “I didn’t follow the plan.”

“Why would you do that, you idiot?”

Jungkook chuckled and immediately winced upon the movement, clutching his side. “They were talking about you. Said they would crush us and then take you. Said what they would do to you. It ticked me off.”

“You idiot.”

By now the medics arrived next to Jungkook, asking you to step aside. They had to lift him on a carrier, making him cry out in pain again. You watched them carry him away, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes.

“Keep us updated”, Taehyung said and patted your shoulder, nodding after Jungkook. “Go.”

You didn’t need to hear that twice, immediately rushing after the medics.

Yoongi already held out your bag, so you could easily follow them, shortly nodding as a reassurance that you should go.

When you arrived at the medic bay they told you Jungkook might have a broken rib and that he needed to be checked out at the hospital since he lost consciousness as well. For now they had stabilised him and waited for the ambulance to arrive.

Only hours later did Jungkook wake up again, looking rather confused around the sterile room. His gaze landed on your resting form, half sitting and half lying on his bed. Though he cursed in pain when he tried to reach out for you.

You shot up and stared at Jungkook, needing several seconds to realise he was awake again. With trembling fingers you reached out to him, softly touching his cheek and brushing strands of hair out of his face. “How are you feeling?”

“Confused.”

You scoffed softly and shook your head, pulling the chair closer to Jungkook before you sat back down. “You’re at the hospital. Your stunt got you two broken ribs. One of them is on the verge of puncturing your lung. And you lost consciousness due to the pain.”

“What about the game?” Jungkook tried to push himself up but you pressed him down, looking at him sternly.

“It’s already over. We won, don’t worry.”

Jungkook exhaled in relief, shortly wincing from the pain. “So I’m able to join the semi final then.”

“Absolutely not! You’re not going to train or do anything physical until your ribs are completely healed again!”

“That could take weeks,” Jungkook protested.

“I can already hear we need an around the clock supervisor for him to heal properly”, Yoongi sighed as he stepped into the room, stopping at the end of the bed and looking at a pouting Jungkook. “Listen kid, I need you to heal properly. Not quickly, not half way. Without you we will have a fucking hard time to beat the reigning champions at the finals.”

“What about the semi finals?”

“We’ll figure something out for that.” With that Yoongi turned to look at you. “Can I count on you? Will you make sure he won’t do something stupid?”

Jungkook protested softly but quickly shut up when you agreed with Yoongi’s request. “What about training though?”

“I already called Jiwoo and Somin to cover for you.” Yoongi smiled shortly and leaned down on the end of the bed. “I’m also supposed to tell you to never run onto the field in the middle of a game.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “If they hadn’t been so useless I would have stayed put.”

Yoongi chuckled quietly, his gums showing from the amusement. “Knew, you would say that. But I have to admit, I’ve never seen anybody run as fast. You could be serious competition for Minho and he is a cheetah hybrid.” Yoongi grinned even wider, seeing how you rolled your eyes. “I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt as well between all those muscle walls.”

Yoongi stayed for a while, updating both of you about the game and how everyone played, until the doctor came into the room and gave Jungkook the clearance to go home.

Yoongi drove you to Jungkook’s apartment and even helped you carry his stuff inside since you walked next to Jungkook.

“It doesn’t hurt. I can walk on my own”, the young hybrid complained without trying to separate from you though.

“You are pumped with pain killers. It will hurt once they wear off.”

You nodded in agreement with Yoongi’s chiding as you guided Jungkook towards his living room and placed him on his couch. “Don’t underestimate your condition now. If you need anything I’m right here so just tell me.”

“I need you”, he mouthed when Yoongi wasn’t looking, grinning mischievously while you tried to hide how flustered you were.

Once Yoongi bid his goodbye and left the apartment you sat down on the couch next to Jungkook. Silence filled the air between you two as you tried to find anything to say.

“Thanks for looking out for me”, Jungkook whispered and placed one of his hands on your thigh, squeezing it gently. “I’ll try not being a pain in the ass while you do that.”

“You should know by now that you’re always a pain in the ass”, you giggled and leaned against his shoulder, sighing softly in content.

“Just to get your attention.”

“Well, now you have it.”

Jungkook grinned cheekily. “And there’s no hybrid luckier than me. Just thinking about having you for a whole week until the next check-up all for myself, makes me the happiest hybrid in the world.”

You slightly turned on the couch so you faced Jungkook, nosing against his neck before you looked up into his eyes. “I still need to study.”

“Do it while you sit on my lap again.” Jungkook’s hand moved further up your thigh as his breath got heavier. He brushed his cheek over your head, his chest rumbling softly.

“Needy little boy”, you purred and nibbled along his sharp jawline. You couldn’t help yourself but feel intoxicated by Jungkook. His scent clouded your senses and his touches made you almost delirious.

Jungkook chuckled and threw his head back, giving you more access to his throat. “Well, I’ve been badly injured during a game. I had hoped you would blow it better.”

You licked over his throat. “If that’s what you need.” A satisfied smile stretched over your lips when you blew over the path of saliva and Jungkook shivered from the sudden cold feeling. Your hand rubbed over his bulge and you purred needily as you felt how hard he already was. “I’ll stop if you move”, you huskily told him before you crawled down from the couch and between his legs.

You teased him a little longer before you pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard dick. One of your hands kept the fabric down while the other slowly pumped him. Through half lidded eyes you looked up at Jungkook, smirking when you saw him watching you.

He bit down on his lower lip, brows furrowed in pleasure. Soft whimpers and moans escaped his throat. Jungkook raised his hand and brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear before he cupped your cheek, thumb drawing circles on it.

You purred softly and turned your head to kiss the inside of his palm before you leaned closer to his dick, making small kitten licks over the sensitive tip and along the prominent vein on the underside. With your tongue having the same texture as a real cat’s tongue, you could only imagine the pleasure it created. You suckled on the tip of Jungkook’s dick, slowly hollowing your cheeks while you moved further down.

Jungkook’s hand shot into your hair, pushing you even further down his cock. He groaned loudly, keeping you in place with your nose pressed against his pelvis.

You gagged around his dick. Tears welled up in your eyes and you desperately tried breathing evenly through your nose. As soon as Jungkook loosened the pressure on the back of your head, you pushed back, greedily sucking in air. Only for him to push you back down. You clutched his thighs, feeling incredibly aroused yourself.

Jungkook guided your pace with his hand on the back of your head, groaning and moaning with the feeling of your wet cave around his dick. It only needed a few more pushes before he would cum down your throat.

He looked at you licking your lips after he pulled you off his cock, breathing heavily from his orgasm. An exhausted smile stretched over his lips. “What a sinful kitten,” Jungkook mumbled and offered you his hand to pull you back up on the couch. “I’ll offer you the same if you’re willing to climb up here and sit on my face.”

Your eyes widened momentarily, not having expected him to say something like that. You gnawed at your lower lip, worried you might lose balance and hurt him in the process.

Sensing your hesitation, Jungkook grabbed your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Don’t worry”, he whispered and raised your hand to kiss your knuckles, “I will hold you in place.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you stood up and slid your pants and underwear off. Biting down on your lower lip, you hesitantly climbed on the back of the couch. You grabbed Jungkook’s hands to help you get in position.

Before you could even process it, Jungkook wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down on his face. A loud yelp escaped your lips when he pushed his rough tongue between your folds. His nose nudged against your clit, quickly building the knot inside your lower stomach.

Your tail trembled first and your legs quickly followed. You moaned and whimpered, hands holding onto Jungkook’s dark locks.

Still, he held you firmly in place. He only loosened his grip to help you back down, chuckling softly when you flopped down on the couch next to him using his thighs as your pillow.

“Are you okay?” You asked, suppressing a yawn and blinking rapidly to stay awake.

“Never been better.”

~~~

The following weeks you two were basically inseparable. Even though Jungkook’s check-up showed he healed perfectly and even faster than expected, you didn’t return to your own apartment. Instead you stayed at Jungkook’s place, wearing his clothes whenever you had to wear something.

Hoseok was the one to notice it first, whining to you that you weren’t at home one night when he wanted to crash at your place after partying too much. To his dismay he had to go to Yoongi and get scolded for drinking so much close to the semi-finals.

“I would have scolded you too”, you told him with a snicker and a pat on his shoulder.

“But why aren’t you home at three in the morning? I’ve never witnessed you staying at a party after two. Where are you if not in your bed? And don’t tell me you were sleeping, cause I rang your doorbell for ten minutes straight.”

“I stayed at Jungkook’s place, taking care of him, you know.”

Hoseok raised an eyebrow. “What’s there to take care of? He’s already starting light training again, getting ready for the finals in a month since we won the semi.”

You shrugged with your shoulders. “Just making sure he doesn’t overdo it.”

“How considerate.” Hoseok grinned at you, wiggling his eyebrows knowingly until you shoved him away with a scoff.

Once the others noticed how you and Jungkook kept close to each other as well, you started getting nervous. Somehow you weren’t too fond of all the attention. You even considered distancing yourself again but Jungkook made it almost possible for you. He stayed just as persistent as the first time ten months ago, purposefully showing up at places where he knew you had to be too. Jungkook became even bolder than before, linking pinkies when you two walked somewhere, kissing your cheek when he said goodbye and hugging you tightly when he greeted you.

At first you tried pushing him away or hissed at him for those touches but seeing his sparkling eyes and soft smile you stopped complaining. Instead you almost looked forward to it.

“Hey, Manager!” Jungkook crushed into you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and twirling you around. “I have a question.”

“I swear to god Jungkook”, you squealed, giggling softly when he put you back on the ground. “What’s the question?”

“I want to ask you that after we won the final.”

You squinted your eyes at him, feeling your curiosity building up inside of you. “Cruel.” A small pout formed on your lips. “But alright, I will endure the next hours patiently.”

Jungkook laughed and kissed your cheek. “That’s my girl”, he called over his shoulder as he ran to the other members for warm-up.

Somehow time seemed to stretch endlessly. You nervously sat on the bench next to Yoongi, your leg bouncing up and down once again.

“If you run onto that field again, heads will roll,” he said and placed his hand on your knee, pushing it down until you stopped moving.

“I don’t intend on running on it again”, you grumbled, “I just want time to move faster.” Your eyes followed Jungkook on the field, watching him play effortlessly. He pushed the opponents back like a paper wall, breaking through them and giving Namjoon the opportunity to run forward. Only a few more seconds of the game when the wolf hybrid got cornered. In a last effort he passed the ball back to Jungkook, who sprinted past the opponents. He even jumped over one of them to avoid getting caught as he ran to the last line.

“Touchdown!”

The whole crowd jumped up and cheered loudly, nearly drowning the whistling that signalised the end of the game.

Your ears rang while you watched your team storming towards Jungkook, burying him underneath a pile of members. Yoongi cheered next to you, doing his little happy dance before the rest of the members grabbed him and pulled him onto the field with them.

You laughed loudly and followed them, hugging several members congratulating them until Jungkook stood in front of you. “I’m still waiting for your question”, you told him, shouting over the loud cheers of the team.

Jungkook grinned brightly, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous habit. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You bit on your lower lip, trying not to smile in overexcitement. You quickly lost that battle though, smiling cheerfully and jumping into Jungkook’s arms, hugging him tightly.

“Is that a yes?”

You pulled his helmet off of his head and leaned down to his lips. “It’s a yes”, you murmured and sealed your words with a kiss.

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