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Pair: Idol!Yoongi x Deaf!reader

Summary: All Yoongi wanted was to use the last few months before enlisting to work on his solo projects, prepare for his tour. When the silence left around him as his members started to go one by one got too loud, he needed to find something else to fill in the void. But Yoongi would never have guessed that it would come in the form of you… Someone he would never expect to fall in love with.

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au.

Warnings: 1. In this story, the main love interest is a deaf woman. While writing this series I have done extensive research so that I could bring this story to light in the most respectful, gentle and loving way possible. Having that said, I am not part of this community myself, so if you are, or someone you know is, and if there’s anything you see throughout this story that is misleading, offensive or simply wrong, in any way, please let me know and I will fix it right away! I’m hoping this story can be inspiring and inclusive, it’s something different from others I have done before. 2. I am still calling this a “Y/N” story and not OC, because other than this, no other characteristics are being used (skin color, eyes, hair, etc). So I ask that you please let go of that mentality that if the character has any kind of special feature that isn’t yours, then it shouldn’t be a ‘YN’ story. It would be impossible to write anything that would be interesting and relatable, if I’m not able to give these characters some characteristics that make them unique. 3. While writing this, I do describe sign language, and I am aware that American Sign Language (ASL) is different from Korean Sign Language (KSL). I tried using KSL as much as I could (this story is based in Seoul, as it’s where BTS/Yoongi live), but I couldn’t find everything I needed by google searching and had to mix ASL as well. So please take the descriptions with a grain of salt. 4. I am not a doctor, so even though I did a lot of research to write this, information about certain procedures, conditions and health issues might be incorrect.

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the millionaire and his lover | jjk

⇒ summary: over the course of your lifelong friendship with jungkook, you can’t say that you’ve ever had the greatest ideas, and a fake relationship with the boy you’ve been in love with for years is no exception. 

⇒ self-gratuitous ceo au, friends-to-lovers, and fake relationship trope rolled into one big shitstorm of a jungkook fic

⇒ pairing: jungkook x female reader

⇒ word count: 18k

⇒ genre: fluff, angst, and light smut

⇒ warnings: alcohol mentions, smut

⇒ a/n: hello all! i wanted to kickoff my writing on this blog with a bang, so here’s a longish fic on my wildest dreams. 

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for ungodly hour couple can we have jk flirt with another girl or smth to try and get a reaction out of oc so he can be like "told you youre down bad look how jealous you got" but it backfires bc she flirts w someone else right back but it ends with them fucking anyway and making up 😭🫶

I actually like the idea of that so I'll just make a quick one-shot of it 🤣

ungodly hour

Word Count: 4.297

Warning: jealous reader, jealous jungkook, smut, yelling, kissing, dirty talking, simp jungkook, tsundere reader ofc, 69 position, oral (f/m receiving), spitting, competative jk sigh, face riding, competence kink, cum-swallowing,

“Well, well,” Jimin says as he looks up to spot you. He’s seated inside the college library at a once empty desk before you occupied it. “If it isn’t Y/N.”

You want to roll your eyes at the tone in Jimin’s voice. “In the flesh.” you say.

“What do I owe the unwelcomed visit?” Jimin drops the pen he was using to continue speaking with you.

“Ugh, Jimin, cut the shit.” you place your bag upon the table. “Jungkook told me you like me and us together.”

Jimin snickers. “I enjoy seeing my friend happy, I suppose.” he shrugs. 

“I guess that means we’re the same.” you retort.

“I'd like to say you’re more of a bitch with an attitude.” Jimin scoffs.

Your eyes widen, but you don’t want to say what you really want to - you and he would be bantering in the library and kicked out. 

You take a deep breath. “I’m going to regret this.” you murmur more to yourself than to Jimin, but the man hears and now he’s intrigued. “I need your help.”

Jimin is in fact intrigued. His attention is fully on you now. “My help?”

You nod.

“What can I give you that you can’t go to Jungkook for?” Jimin snickers.

You don’t answer and noticing, Jimin begins to smirk. 

“What do I get out of it?” 

You sigh loudly. “What do you want?” you grumble, eyes glaring at the older man.

“First, tell me what you want.” Jimin closes his textbook, finding you here before him more interesting.

You swallow. Your body was feeling hot with nerves.

You hoped Jimin wouldn’t laugh in your face and further humiliate you - or even make it worse by telling Jungkook. 

“I want to make Jungkook jealous.” you murmur so low that Jimin has to think hard to see if he’s heard you correctly. 

Jimin then begins to chuckle to himself, leaning back into the library chair. “Ah, so he was right when he told me you were jealous.”

You widen your eyes. “He told you that?!” you hiss lowly, feeling your hands clenched into fists. 

It was a week prior when it began. You and Jungkook had classes that same day, him being done only an hour before yours ended. He had texted you that he’d be in the dining hall - typical for Jungkook and his near never ending hunger. You’d usually always catch him there with someone - his friends, mostly.

That day, however, it was neither. It was a person you’ve never seen before - a girl. 

You recall the way your pace slowed as you caught where he stood, her across from him. He was nodding to something she was saying. It happens suddenly, however, the way Jungkook responds back (inaudible to you) and the girl laughs loudly. You are only a few feet away when you see the way she touches Jungkook’s chest, coming even closer.

Jungkook looks directly behind the girl and his lips form a smile. “Y/N!” he had called your name, nodding to the girl before making his way towards you. Your eyes locked to the girl he was speaking to - the look in her eyes was one you were all too familiar with. “You ready to go?” he asks you and you nodded your head, remaining silent.

“Yes, he did.” Jimin smirks at your reaction. “Said you were snappy the entire time.”

“I was not.” you declare, but you were. After all, Jungkook pursued you for months before you gave him a chance before you ultimately agreed to being his girlfriend. He had to know that was a privilege.

“Sure.” Jimin shrugs at your obvious lie. “Then why are you trying to make him jealous?”

You were beginning to regret coming to Jimin - you didn’t need him going to Jungkook with this. It would just fuel his teasing and that’s not something you wanted. 

You didn’t consider yourself to be the jealous type and you didn’t care who Jungkook was friends with - male or female. However, it was the way Jungkook reacted. His mind clicked when you were a bit distant and snappy, and that’s where it began. “You’re jealous.” he says, stopping in his tracks suddenly. You and he were halfway to his car when he made the revelation, eyes wide and soon, a smirk forming onto his lips. “That’s good. That means we’re one step closer to admitting you like me.”

And it didn’t get better. At every given chance, Jungkook would bring up Sia - the girl he was speaking to. “Sia said this ice-cream shop downtown is good. We should go.”, “Sia says this movie was good, let’s watch it together.” and it went on and on until you eventually snapped at him.

 Jungkook does it for a reaction - a scoff, a roll in your eyes or even a glare. When you snapped at him, declaring “If you’re going to keep talking about what she likes then you mind as well fuck her.”, it’s disgusting to admit that your tone turned him on - mixed with the angered look in your eyes. 

It gets the man going knowing that even you could be jealous. Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to do, but he enjoys teasing you. “You’re so down bad for me, baby. I can see it in your eyes.” he’d say. “You know you’re the only girl for me, Y/N. You don’t have to be jealous.”

“Give him a taste of his own medicine.” you shrug your shoulders. You didn’t want to go into any more detail with Jimin, after all, Jungkook was his friend. He probably already knows enough.

And know enough Jimin does. It was a week ago today when he got a call from Jungkook, asking for advice. “Maybe she’s jealous.” Jimin told him over the phone. “You can be oblivious to when girls are flirting with you.”

“Who? Sia?” Jungkook had scoffed. He hasn’t thought about other girls in months, not since he and you became intimate. “I never knew Y/N could get like that…” Jungkook trailed off, a tone that was all too familiar to Jimin. The younger man was plotting.

“You’re going to make her jealous, aren’t you?” Jimin scoffed. “I don’t think that’s wise.”

“You’re team Y/N now?” Jungkook asked. “I’m not going to flirt with Sia or even be around her. I just want Y/N to admit that she likes me.” he revealed truthfully. “Without me having to fuck it out of her.”

“Does her being with you not mean she likes you?” Jimin furrows his brows. Jungkook could be on the dumb side sometimes and the fact that he had to defend you made him want to gag. But for months it was apparent that you liked Jungkook more than you’d let on - Jimin had to hear it when Jungkook called him nearly in tears when you called yourself “his girl”.

“Stop trying to sound smart, hyung. I just want to hear her say it.” And that’s where it began - each time Jungkook got a reaction out of you, he’d tell Jimin. It was a matter of time before you’d snap - and you did; now sitting before him.

“I see. I help you and you help me.” Jimin leans forward. “Starting with what I want.”

You wait for Jimin to speak, and when he does, you’re left dumbfounded. 

“What’s the password to all of the streaming services?”

You blink a few times, trying to register what Jimin said. “That’s…out of everything you can ask for-”

“I need to get back to The Real Housewives.” Jimin waves you off. “Now, passwords before I help you.”

“YNloves97.” you tilt your head.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “I hate simps.” he murmurs, but he writes it down on a sheet of paper before turning his attention back to you. “Now, how far are you trying to go?”

You swallow. “Not that far.” you admit. You couldn’t see yourself flirting with someone else - besides, Jungkook would know you were trying to make him jealous and that would make his head grow even bigger.

“I know my friend, Y/N. If you try too hard, he’s not going to fall for it. You have to be subtle.” Jimin exclaims. “He knows how unapproachable you are.”

“Unapproachable?” you’re taken aback once more at Jimin’s choice of words. “What does that mean?”

“Exactly what I said. You have a resting bitch face and you’ve turned down so many guys that no one wants to approach you anymore. Jungkook is seen as a conqueror for being able to have you.” Jimin states matter-of-factly.

You sigh in defeat because damn was Jimin correct. You recall back when Jungkook and you went on the “picnic-movie-dinner” and he exclaimed how he knows there's guys that want you, but he was the one that had you.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin swallows, a disdainful look in his eyes. “Do you want to hangout?”

“What?”

“Do you…want to hangout?” Jimin repeats, appearing even more disgusted. “It’s part of the plan, trust me.”

“I-I guess.” you murmur, unsure of how this was going to go. But Jimin and Jungkook were best friends and if you were going to trust anyone about your plan, it’d have to be him.

The following week goes by and Jungkook notices a shift.

The most uncommon shift was you and Jimin together. When you had told Jungkook that you couldn’t study with him because you were doing so with Jimin, he had laughed. He assumed it was a joke, until it wasn’t.

Jungkook was fine with it, of course. He wanted you and Jimin to get along.

What Jungkook wasn’t fine with was the amount of times you’d speak of Jimin and how, in your words, “He’s actually fun to be around.”, “I convinced Jimin to listen to this podcast with me while we studied”, “It’s okay, I’ll just ask Jimin.” - and the fact that you were going to someone else for something instead of him was what truly got his blood boiling.

“I invited Jimin, hope that’s okay.” you said, dropping next to Jungkook. You were in the living room of your home, Chaeyoung showering up the stairs and soon joining you and him. It was only a study session - exams coming just around the corner. 

“Did you?” Jungkook snickers. “Why?”

“Why not?” you shrug with a short giggle. “Don’t we all need to study?”

Jungkook remains quiet, not wanting to think too much into it.

There was no way he was jealous. Jimin was his friend and there was no reason to be.

But when there was a knock on the door. You had risen to answer it, and that was the cherry on top - the way you hugged Jimin, greeting him with a wide smile.

You hadn’t even hugged Jungkook that way - or even appeared to be happy that he was there. When did you and Jimin grow so close? It wasn’t long ago that you were butting heads over streaming services. Now, the two of you were hugging, your arms wrapped firmly around him.

“Is the plan still on?” Jimin murmurs to you, feeling the burning hole Jungkook is burning through him. 

“Yes.” you murmur back. You avoid Jungkook’s eyes, especially when you feel Jimin light tap the low of your back.

Jungkook watches your next move, not taking his eyes off of you. You bring yourself back next to Jungkook on the couch, finally meeting his eyes. He doesn’t say anything  to you, only watching with tense eyes.

“I ordered pizza.” Chaeyoung says, almost on cue. Her hair is damp as she comes through. “Should be here in a few.”

You want to laugh at how giddy you feel right now. Jungkook’s reaction. You aren’t going to feel guilty - he started this first.

It was Jimin’s idea after all. “I would rather die than flirt with you.” Jimin snarls. The feeling was mutual. “But Jungkook is a territorial person. He’ll grow jealous of you hanging out with anyone that isn’t him.”

And that’s where it began - the constant “study” sessions that truly had you and Jimin bickering with one another. “I agreed to listen to your murder podcast but watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey is where you draw the line?” Jimin snapped one day.

However, Jimin was correct. He knew Jungkook like the back of his hand and his plan was working smoothly. 

A study session always started well and ended with loud chatter and laughs - only Jungkook sulked on the couch, while you, Chaeyoung and Jimin gathered around the low coffee table to eat.

“Here, try this.” Jimin shoves his pizza in your face - it has a variety of toppings on it and you want to gag at the sight of it. You want to shake your head because damn did it look disgusting, toppings nearly falling all over the place, but Jimin eyes widen and he slightly nods. 

You open your mouth and take a bite, allowing Jimin to feed you the pizza - and Jungkook’s had enough of watching you and him.

“Y/N doesn’t even like all those toppings.” Jungkook hisses, shoving the pizza away from you. It falls into Jimin’s lap sloppily, and the older man groans.

“Kook, what the hell?” Jimin cleans the pizza from his lap, glaring at his younger friend. “What’s your problem-”

“I think you should go.” Jungkook exclaims.

“No he doesn’t.” you are quick to defend Jimin, and inside you’re screaming, wanting to laugh in Jungkook’s obviously jealous face. “What’s going on with you?”

Jungkook’s taken aback. “Since when are you and Jimin friends?” he hisses, not intending for his voice to be as low. “Jimin’s my friend.”

Luckily you’ve told Chaeyoung the plan, or she would have thought you had two friends fighting for you. She takes a sip of her soda to hide her laughter. 

“Please don’t fight over me.” Jimin chuckles. “There’s enough of me to go around.”

“You should be happy that I’m being friends with your friends.” you cross your arms. “Or do you prefer we butt heads?”

Jungkook would prefer you and Jimin to do nothing at all, like before. He hides his remark because in the end, Jimin was his friend and he truly would never accuse anything of him - but he couldn’t help how he feels.

“Can I talk to you in private, Y/N?” Jungkook murmurs, his eyes intense.

Jimin watches as you and Jungkook walk up the stairs and down the hall, not speaking until he hears a door close.

“Turn the TV up.” Chaeyoung says suddenly, taking a bite of her pizza. “They’re going to fuck it out right about now.”

Jimin doesn’t have to be told twice.

“What the fuck are you doing with Jimin?” Jungkook hiss as soon as the door to your bedroom is closed. “And don’t give that mush-mouth shit either, Y/N.”

You shrug. “The same thing you’re doing with Sia.”

Jungkook stops in his tracks. You sit at the edge of your bed with crossed arms.

“Sia?” Jungkook looks at you as if he had no idea what you were speaking of. “Sia?” he repeats.

“Sia.” you mock with a scoff. “Yes, Jungkook.”

Jungkook inhales deeply before exhaling. He tilts his head for a moment, your words repeating in his mind. 

“I don’t hang out with Sia. I don’t even talk to her.” Jungkook proclaims, a snarky tone in his voice.

“Sia likes this, Sia does that, Sia goes here, we should go there.” you mock Jungkook’s voice the best you could. “But I watch a little Housewives with Jimin and it’s a problem?” It was a problem, because there was only so much New Jersey you could watch.

Jungkook’s eyes begin to squint, and then widen. It was like a lightbulb went off. 

“You were trying to make me jealous. And you had Jimin help you do it.” Jungkook exclaims.

“Did not,” you scoff.

“You did.”

“Not.”

“You always avoid my gaze when you’re lying, Y/N.” Jungkook sighs in relief. He had to hand it to you, you and Jimin were determined - and your plan worked entirely well. 

“Fuck you.” you hiss. “Isn’t that what you were doing first?” you quip, now rising to your feet. “Then you lie about it.”

Jungkook’s head snaps towards you. “Lie? About what?”

“Turn the T.V. down!” Chaeyoung murmurs, hearing the rise in your voice. 

“Already on it.” Jimin responds. 

“You said you don’t talk to Sia which is kinda weird seeing as you seem to know so much about what she likes.”

“You go through all of this instead of admitting you like me, Y/N?” Jungkook begins to laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “You like me. You’re down bad for me just as I am for you.”

You roll your eyes at Jungkook’s words. 

“Stop avoiding what I said.”

“I’m not lying.” Jungkook retorts. “Can we admit you’re jealous of Sia-”

“Fuck you and her disrespectfully.” you bellowed, venom laced in your words. You’re even surprised at how it came out. 

Jungkook licks his lips. “I only talked to Sia that one time in the dining hall,” he admits. “I…I did lie about everything I told you she said. I never spoke to her after.”

You blink a few times, registering his words. 

“What?”

“I just wanted to hear you admit that you were jealous.” now that Jungkook hears himself, his plan sounded stupidly childish. “Admit that you like me-”

“Like you?” you scoff. “You met my parents.”

“Because you were hiding the fact that I wasn’t your boyfriend.” Jungkook shrugs. 

“At the time.” you tilt your head. “I’m with you all the time. I watch your nerdy movies-”

“And I watch your serial killer documentaries!” Jungkook defends. 

“Exactly.” you wave your hands around. “How could you think I don’t like you when we’re constantly together?”

Jungkook understands that you make valid points, but he was but a man and how was he supposed to feel? “I just want to hear you say it.” he shrugs his shoulders, unsure what else to say. “You only say it when I’m fucking you into oblivion-”

“Okay,” you lift your hand to pause his speech. “please don’t get ahead of yourself there.”

“Just say you like me.” Jungkook steps closer to you, reaching out for you. He has a small smile on his lips. “Just admit that you like me, baby. You’re so down bad for me that you somehow got Jimin to make me jealous of your fraudulent friendship.”

Jungkook’s holding you now, arms embracing you entirely. 

“What’s understood doesn’t need to be said.” you murmur, melting into his embrace. You inhale his scent, enjoying the freshly clean scent of his cologne.

“It does.” Jungkook kisses your forehead. He wonders if Jimin told you how he reacted over the phone when you called yourself his girl. It wouldn’t bother him because you know how he feels already.

You roll your eyes. “I…like you.” you say against his chest.

Jungkook pushes you back. “Excuse me?”

“I already said-”

“No, say it again. Without a dick in you-”

You slap his hand from your shoulders. “Oh wow, fuck you-”

“I will.” Jungkook nods erratically. “You can sit on my face until you’re shaking with pleasure, then I’ll fuck you until you’re begging-”

“I like you, Jungkook.” your body heats up at his words and of course, your legs clench for friction. It was as if you and he weren’t just in a disagreement not too long ago. “Ugh, I hate you.”  you murmur when you see the smirk forming on his lips. 

“Hate that you like me.” Jungkook squeals, far too giddy than he should be. “Take your clothes off, baby.”

“They don’t waste any time.” Jimin snorts, wiping his mouth with a napkin. 

“Turn the T.V. up again. Jungkook’s about to fuck some more love confessions out of her.” Chaeyoung warns.

Jungkook’s nails dig into the skin of your thigh, gripping entirely too tight to fight off his nerves. His tongue laps your clit vigorously - with such need. It’s almost like it gave him pleasure by pleasuring you. 

Your hands wrap around the length of his cock, pumping up and down slowly - just because you want to tease him. His tongue laps even harder when you begin to pump faster, smothering himself against you. 

Jungkook groans, the vibration feeling against your clit. You allow the saliva to pool from your tongue and onto his clit, tightening your grip. You then decide to take him in your mouth, the salty taste of his pre-cum hitting your taste buds.You assure to add more saliva to jerk him while you suckle along the tip.

Jungkook’s hand rubs along your ass then upwards towards your back, He gently bites your thigh. “You’re so good, baby…”

Jungkook presses a kiss against your clit before he continues on his assault upon your clit. You want to tell him to stop - you were supposed to be pleasuring him, too, but Jungkook always made things harder. Naturally, Jungkook was competitive, and it was as if he was competing to see who would cum first.

And with the way Jungkook now adds his fingers, pumping entirely just as fast as his tongue suckles on your clit - you were going to lose.

You take Jungkook into your mouth fully, his tip hitting your throat. Jungkook twitches, and that’s when you know you had it. You lay your tongue flat, continuing to suck him fully. You were just as stubborn as Jungkook was, and now it was a game to see who was going to win - even if you’re certain you’d just become submissive like always and allow him to take control.

Jungkook’s groaning against your pussy now, trying everything in him to not lose (lose a battle that should have never started), but you were slurping him entirely too good for him to not want to.

“J-Just cum, already.” you cave, his cock popping out of your mouth, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth. 

“You first.” Jungkook huffs. “Ride my face.”

“Fuck…you…” you groan, but you do as Jungkook asks. Your hips begin to roll, clit grinding against Jungkook’s tongue. 

Jungkook keeps his hands permanently on your ass, allowing you to take control of your orgasm. He’s satisfied that you’ve decided to cave, his competitive nature satisfied. Now, all you have to do is cum.

You bite your lip to suppress a loud moan - Jimin and Chaeyoung were just downstairs. But you were going to cum on Jungkook’s tongue like he intended, not understanding how you yet again lost the battle against Jeon Jungkook.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook moans against your clit, a low whine releasing from your sweet lips Your thighs are quivering as you are coming to your high, eyes fluttering close and your head hanging.

You fall against your bed with a sigh. You needed to catch your breath.

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook smiles down at you, now hovering above you. “Are you hungry?”

“Shut up.” you scoff. 

Jungkook’s smile doesn’t falter.

“I was watching porn earlier.” you began. “I want you to fuck my breasts.”

Jungkook chokes at your words, flushing red. “What-”

“Put your dick between my breasts,” you begin, speaking slowly. “and fuck them.”

Jungkook quickly nods, already feeling the familiar throb in his cock. 

“You’re so good for me, Y/N.” Jungkook speaks.

“Put it in my mouth first.” you instruct. “So it can be lubricated.”

Jungkook groans but nods. You suck on his cock for a moment before popping it out of your mouth. Jungkook then hovers above your breast, gulping.

Jungkook moans, pressing your breast together as he begins to thrust. Your tongue dips out so you could lick the tip of his tip each time he thrust forward. 

Both of Jungkook’s thumbs rub along your nipples, his thrusting becoming faster. You're so beautiful and Jungkook would never get tired of saying it. He’s never thought about fucking your breast, but now as he’s doing so, he can’t imagine not doing it again.

You had to admit watching Jungkook fuck your breast was hot - but that was also because Jungkook was hot. There’s sweat lining his forehead and his lips are forming a small ‘o’ shape. Maybe this is what Jungkook felt like when he was pleasuring you - it was because of you that Jungkook was appearing in pure ecstasy.

“You really do like me, baby.” chuckled Jungkook deeply. His fingers twist your nipples. “I can’t believe you’d thought I would ever be interested in that girl.”

You hum, glad that Jungkook didn’t say her name.

“You know you’re the only girl for me, baby.”

“You can cum in my mouth.” you moan, opening your mouth wider and poking your tongue out. 

Jungkook grumbles with a shake of his head. His thrusts become even faster, sloppier. His hands grip your breast entirely in his palms. “My pretty girl,” he pants. “so, so pretty. So good for m-me…” Jungkook’s voice cracks, twitching as he cums.

Jungkook’s cum hits your tongue - warm, salty and great. It’s an abundance, so much cum that a bit drips down your chin. You swallow, licking your lips.

Jungkook falls next to you, legs twitching with ecstasy. He swallows the lump in his throat. He brings you closer to him, kissing your lips entirely. 

“My pretty girl.”

“Ugh,” you groan. “I hate simps.”

Jungkook allows you to fall against his chest and it rumbles as he laughs.  “You’re so down bad for me, Y/N. It's so obvious now.” he teases. “I’ll fuck another confession out of you later.”

You slap his chest, but the throbbing between your legs is evident that you were anticipating his words to be true.

DRABBLE 2 | DRABBLE 3

first & last | jjk.

↠ main pairing: best friend!jungkook x virgin!reader

↠ fic type: one shot, friends to lovers

↠ genre: smut

↠ word count: 4.2k

↠ warnings: alcohol consumption (they aren’t drunk, just a lil tipsy), explicit language, dry humping, finger sucking, light dirty talk, hand job, cum play

↠ summary: during a game of never have i ever, jungkook finds out that you haven’t had your first kiss yet and decides to show you how it’s done. 

a/n: eeeeep! i’m so happy to finally have smth up for jk again bc it’s been awhile n we all know i’m whipped for this man. enjoy! feedback is always appreciated. xo

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Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates

ty to my love @wwilloww​​​​ for the banner!

Word Count: 22.8k 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: College/Roommates AU, fluff, smut

Warnings: *takes deep breath* soft dom!Jungkook, sub!reader, dirty talk, vibrator use, fingering, size kink, hair pulling, pussy slapping, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum-eating, oral (m&f receiving), marking, spanking, face-fucking, rough sex, morning sex, soft sex, body worship, teasing, rimming, ass-eating, anal fingering, butt plug use, anal sex, cumshot, aftercare (don’t stress, this isn’t all one scene fhkfdlghfd)

Rating: 18+

Summary: What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.

A/N: Here it is a day early because I finished editing it and I have approximately 0 self-control when it comes to holding my works back to post at a later date. Hopefully this doesn’t inconvenience anyone FHKFDLGHFD

I literally worked away at this fic everyday for the past 3+ weeks, and I’m so glad it’s finally here! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and please do let me know what you think. A comment means the world to me! 

Big thank you to everyone who showed interest in this fic as I was working on it, as well as the lovely people in the BSH discord who gave me motivation to write every day along the way!

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You sat on the couch of your shared apartment, scrolling mindlessly through social media once again. It wasn’t as though you had many other choices of activity. Being university students on break, the quarantine had ripped both yours and Jungkook’s summer job opportunities right from beneath you.

So here you were, month three of minimal contact with the outside world, sitting on the couch you may as well call your home within a home.

You learned very quickly that Facebook was definitely not the app of choice to pass time on, seeing as you only ended up angry at the amount of bad takes visible within the first 5 minutes of browsing. No, you chose to favour Instagram instead, seeing as you could just scroll through food porn, beautiful people, and memes for hours on end.

It definitely was not because your roommate’s thirst traps tended to dominate your feed there. Definitely not. At all.

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DOWN BAD! 03

Synopsis: Despite undeniable chemistry, your guys’ relationship remains undefined, caught between playful teasing to deeper, unspoken longing.

Pairings: bad boy! jungkook x fem! reader

Genres: college au. slowburn!

Warnings: drugs. mention of abuse, abusive household, fighting, screaming, crying, reader is down bad.. unprotected sex, reader is a virgin, making out, throwing up, fluff if you kinda squint, love confession, angst, banter between them both, cussing, Jungkook sucks at showing his feelings, complicating relationship, flashbacks.

a/n: hi.. sorry this took longer to put out but finals week is here— but here🥳 i recommend reading the first parts before this for it to make more sense k bye bye🤍

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The aching feeling in your chest didn’t disappear; it only increased the more you cried. Your palm clawed your chest, soothing over your clothes as if it would help lessen the pain. Your heart felt like it was getting repeatedly run over by a train. Each time you would gasp for air, another heartbreaking sob came flowing out of your mouth. It was crazy how down bad you are over this boy.

Seeing the person you love the most lose themselves to drugs was the most heart-wrenching pain you have ever experienced. The worst thing was you were losing yourself over him.

“I want a big house, with all that white picket fence shit,” you say, your hands playing with his hair as he melts into your touch.

“Not happening, baby,” he chuckles, his hand on your waist squeezing. “And I want a ring the size of my fist,” you ignore him, extending a hand out, imagining how a ring would look on your ring finger. “We’re not getting married or getting a house,” he rasps out, a hint of amusement displayed on his face matching yours.

“I think we should get a dog as well, don’t you think?” You continue, making him throw his head back with a laugh. “There would be no dog, and house, baby. Because I will be in jail trying to rob a bank to pay for your big-ass ring,” Jungkook states, tilting his head to the side to drop a kiss on your cheek, the gesture sending your heartbeat skyrocketing in your chest.

“So you do want to get married!?” You jest happily, tugging on his hair playfully, making him let out a low groan before shaking his head, laughing. His laugh was one of your favorite sounds in the world.

The memory was like a punch into your gut, over and over again without stopping. Him leaving you on the floor of your room crying keeps replaying in your mind. The thought of him actually leaving never crossed your mind until now. He always comes back, you thought to yourself as you pick yourself up from the ground. Your knees weaken as another cry rakes through your body as you drop onto your bed face down.

As much as you wanted to run after him, you knew better not to. Your self-respect was hanging by a thread, and you were scared of what you would do if you see him at this very moment. The thought of you on your knees begging him to change burned in your mind.

You knew love shouldn’t be this hard, but that didn’t stop your mind from trying to convince you otherwise. Memories of him started circulating around your head, sending a strong shot of pain to spread through your body. You try your best to control your sobs, but it is almost useless as sixteen-year-old Jungkook appears in your mind.

“Hi,” you quip, skipping towards him.

“Hi,” he says, the edge of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “Finally, I see you again. You aren't in my homeroom.” You pout, noticing how his eyes go from your eyes to your lips to your body. “That's good, no? I wouldn't want to be a distraction.” He flirts almost nonchalantly, which sends a swarm of butterflies to flap around your stomach. You bite your lip before crossing your legs.

“Do you always flirt with every woman that comes up to you?” You tilt your head to the side, letting your hair fall beautifully over your shoulders, making Jungkook admire.

“Nah, only with cute girls I met on the first day of school in the front office after she got in a fight with someone for ripping holes in her tights,” Jungkook shrugs. You smile as you look him up and down. His hair is messy but not so messy that it looked like he got in a fight. His uniform fitted his body perfectly, making you jealous that girls got to look at him. His tie was tied neatly around his neck—but your mind was playing tricks with you as you imagined him using his tie in other ways that weren't exactly appropriate, but that's what reading Wattpad did to a girl.

“Is that so?” you chuckle as you watch him nod.

“What's your type?” he asks, catching you off guard. Your hands play with the hem of your skirt. “Dimples, brown eyes...” You tap your chin as you playfully look up as if you were thinking. “I like them tall as well. How tall are you?” you ask him, pointing at him, waiting for his reply. “Five ten,” he replies casually, amusement clear in his eyes.

“Yeah, I like them five ten.”

You felt as if you had a ball stuck in your throat. The more you tried to calm down, another batch of fresh tears pooled down your eyes. Your eyes were bloodshot, tears mixed with your mascara leaving streaks of black all over your cheeks. Before you knew it, you fell asleep with a broken heart.

Jungkook's hand shakes as he lights up the cigarette between his lips, his body craving the drugs. Instead of running to his dealer's house, he imagines your distraught face. He takes a large puff from the stick, letting it fill his lungs, but it's not enough. His tattooed hand tugs on his hair-body shaking, which he would like to think is from the cold, trying to ignore the fact he's going through withdrawals.

He didn't dare go home; he couldn't face his mom. He knew he would lose his mind if he saw another bruise decorating her skin. Another chill ran down his spine as he exhaled. His muscles ached, and sweat started to form on his forehead. The feeling of wanting to throw up was almost unbearable. Before he knew it, he was puking over a bush. He couldn't catch his breath before another roar of vomit came rushing out of him.

"It's fine," Jungkook repeated under his breath. Before he knew it, his feet moved towards the only person who could help him.

"You look like shit, buddy," Yoongi chuckles. "The regular?" He raised an eyebrow, and Jungkook nodded eagerly, his hands shaking as he watched Yoongi pull out a small bag of white circular pills-oxycodone.

"Here." Yoongi shoved the bag into Jungkook's hand, harshly taking the dollar bills from him and counting them.

"Thanks," Jungkook nodded, his feet moving to the door before stopping abruptly.

"That pretty girl that's always running behind you, that's your girl?" Yoongi says, licking a piece of paper with his tongue before rolling it up into a perfect small joint. Jungkook's body stiffened; he didn't like the fact that Yoongi knew who you were and that he mentioned you as pretty sent a chill down his body.

"Nah, she's just someone I know from school," Jungkook says, his voice stoical, showing zero emotion as he lies through his teeth. "Why?" Jungkook added a couple of seconds later. A small smirk appeared on Yoongi's face.

"She came looking for me," Yoongi starts, placing the rolled-up paper between his lips while his other hand uses a lighter to light it up. He blows a couple of times before he takes a hit, letting it fill his airways.

"She told me she'd give me a shit ton of money if I stop selling to you." Yoongi chuckles the words out, making Jungkook's throat close up and his lungs stop working.

"She also told me to go 'fuck myself," Yoongi mocks you in a high-pitched voice before bursting into laughter. "She's fucking bad, though. She had this tiny ass skirt-and her tits, man-" Yoongi whistles lowly.

Before Jungkook knew it, he was striding towards Yoongi, yanking the joint out of his mouth and throwing it somewhere around the room. Jungkook's hands gripped both sides of Yoongi's shirt, pulling him upwards from the couch.

"Don't. Fucking. Talk. About. Her," Jungkook seethes, his jaw clenched as Yoongi lets out a surprised gasp.

"Don't even fucking look at her." Jungkook shakes Yoongi. "The fuck is wrong with you?" Yoongi pushes Jungkook off. The smirk he always had plastered on his face is long gone, replaced by a shocked expression.

"Listen here, whatever the fuck I got to do with you has nothing to do with her. I don't give a single fuck if she came up to you. Next time you ever see her, don't even glance her way, don't even breathe near her. Because I promise you l will fucking kill you. I'm not scared of jail." Jungkook growls before pushing Yoongi back onto the couch.

Before he could reply, Jungkook strode for the door and slammed it shut.

Jungkook's heart rapidly beats in his chest. The adrenaline and anger fueling his body has him cursing under his breath. As much as Jungkook wanted to punch Yoongi straight in the jaw, he knew things wouldn't end well. So instead, he walked straight to the house where he knew was the last place he should go.

It was almost five in the morning when a small sound woke you from your sleep. Your head pounded, and your body and heart felt numb. You rubbed your eyes tiredly, blinking fast as you caught a shadow outside your window. Immediately, you shot up from your bed.

Your heart started again as you rushed to open the window. With a small gasp, you pulled the boy inside your room.

“You’re here! Are you okay?” You took hold of his face, checking him frantically. “Look at me.” You grabbed his face and made him look at you. His eyes bored into yours—the small glittering light in his eyes sparkled for a second before being replaced with empty eyes, almost angry.

“I’m not high,” he groaned, removing your hand from his face. You let them fall beside you with a small, weathery breath.

“That’s good.” You sniffed, but he stepped back when you reached for him, as if your touch was poison. He felt distant and gone, like he wasn’t really in front of you. “You met Yoongi,” he said, his tone cold, lacking the warmth he always used when talking to you.

“I did,” you nodded, your eyes welling up with tears threatening to spill at any moment. “He told me what you did.” His voice was almost nonchalant, which sent a shiver down your body. He was slipping through your fingers like water, no matter how hard you tried to hold on.

“You went to him?” you said, your hands forming into fists beside you as you pressed your nails into your palms, possibly leaving red marks.

“None of your business,” he replied. “I don’t know what sort of shit you tried to pull, but never fucking do it again,” Jungkook bluntly stated.

“You always say it’s not my fucking business, but it fucking is.” You gritted your teeth, anger bubbling in your stomach.

“How the fuck would that be any of your business? From what I recall, we are nothing.” He scoffed, his heart cracking in his chest as the words left his mouth, watching your face fall before recovering.

“Why the fuck are you here, then? It is my fucking business,” You said, tone deadly.

“It is my fucking business because I fucking care about you, Jungkook! You might not notice it, but I love you. I’m so tired of acting like I don’t when all I want is you. I just want you. You.” You cried almost erratically, Jungkook's mouth opening before closing.

“I love you,” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face just like the raindrops on your closed window. “I know you do too; if not, you wouldn’t be here.” A shaky breath left you as you wiped your eyes with a sniffle.

Jungkook’s heart suddenly felt lighter, but the pain in his body didn’t go away. When your words left your mouth, his heart stopped, and the thoughts he came to tell you about were long forgotten. He looked at your puffy, smudged mascara eyes and your pouty lips that begged to be kissed, making the thoughts in his head vanish into thin air.

“You don’t mean that,” Jungkook finally said, and you could almost hear the faint sound of your heart cracking at his words.

Before you could reply, Jungkook dropped onto his knees, shaking. It was pathetic how fast you dropped beside him, getting a hold of his body. “I’m going to die, fuck.” Jungkook shook in your arms, closing his eyes with a loud curse. “Fuck, fuck,” Jungkook growled. You frantically touched him; his body was burning up as he shook in your arms.

“What’s going on?” you cried, coaxing him. Small reassuring ‘you're going to be okay’ left your mouth repeatedly as you held him tight to your chest while he shook and whimpered in pain. “Fuck, need this to go away,” Jungkook shook as he reached for his pocket and pulled out a small bag of pills. His hands shook as he tried to open the bag, fumbling.

“Baby, help me. I need this to go away.” Jungkook cried, tears rushing down his face as he struggled to open the bag.

A heart-wrenching sob escaped past your mouth as you noticed the position you were in. It was like a scene in a film. Jungkook shook his head repeatedly as you took the bag out of his hands and placed it behind you, somewhere he couldn’t reach. “Help me,” Jungkook pleaded, his calloused hands tight on your waist as he shut his eyes in agonizing pain.

“I’m so sorry,” you cried, your fingers wiping his tears.

“Make it go away,” Jungkook cried, the most vulnerable you had ever seen him as he begged you to give him the drugs. It was like you were stuck in a love triangle with him and his last drug of choice.

Jungkook looked at you, his face desperate. “Make it go away,” he pleaded. And that’s exactly what you did, just not in the way Jungkook was thinking. Your lips smashed into his, making his eyes widen before fluttering closed, melting into you.

His tense shoulders immediately relaxed, dropping as the furrowed crease between his forehead softened.

As your lips molded with his perfectly, Jungkook felt his walls start to drop, brick by brick. Your hands held his face tightly, each kiss feeling like a battleground where you both fought with your mouths instead of words. The taste of bitterness mingled with the intoxicating sweetness of longing-a drug that left Jungkook craving more as you tore apart to catch your breath.

Heat surged through your veins, a fiery storm of conflicting emotions raging within. Each touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a hunger you couldn't deny, even as anger simmered beneath the surface. Before you could say anything, Jungkook grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

Your body melted against his, a wave of warmth flooding your senses as his lips met yours again.

It was a moment you had dreamed of, yearned for with every fiber of your being, and now it was here, surpassing all of your wildest expectations. Time seemed to stand still, allowing you to savor every precious second of it.

"Use me," you moaned between the kisses as you gasped for air.

"Forget about everything and just focus on me." You gasped as his lips shut you up once again.

His hands caged your face as his lips molded against yours. Tongues danced together, exploring each other with an unspoken hunger, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of the kiss.

"Fuck, I should've kissed you sooner," Jungkook groaned, his hand sliding gently into your hair. He tugged it back, exposing your neck to his hungry gaze.

A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine as his lips found a new place to explore.

His head dipped to your neck, peppering kisses all over. A soft moan left your lips as he sucked on your sweet spot, leaving a red-purple mark on your collarbone. "So pretty," he said before capturing your lips with his again.

As your lips molded together, a surge of clarity washed over him, drowning out the incessant whispers of addiction that had haunted his mind for so long. With each kiss, the cravings faded into oblivion, replaced by a singular focus- you.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Jungkook groaned as your lips made contact with his neck. The sucking sensation of your lips had him throwing his head back with a heavy sigh. His hands tightened on your waist before pulling you up from the floor onto his lap. "I don't care," you breathed out, pulling him in closer to you. A loud groan ripped out of Jungkook as you sucked on the nape of his neck.

"Baby, I don't wanna take advantage of you," Jungkook said between kisses as you held his face to kiss him roughly. A sudden wave of heat rushed down to your center as Jungkook tried to pull back, only for his bulge to rub against you.

"Use me," you moaned, your arms pulling him into you.

His head rested over your chest, listening to your heartbeat. A shiver ran down his spine at your words.

"Baby, please," he pleaded, his eyes shut from the pleasure of your hips rubbing against him at a slow, almost agonizing pace. All he could think of was you.

"Look at me," you said, your hands holding his face to make him look at you. The once dull, empty eyes he came in with were now long gone, replaced with a sad, almost yearning look. His pupils were dilated as he looked at your face.

"I want you. I want all of you," you started. He nodded, his face the most vulnerable you had ever seen on him, which created a warm, fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

"And I want you to use me," you confessed, your voice trembling with honesty.

As your lips lingered against his, you breathed out the words, your voice a gentle plea, "Let me be the one you turn to when the cravings hit, the one who reminds you of all the reasons to stay, because every time you choose me over drugs, you're choosing yourself. You're choosing us."

Jungkook fumbled with his bottom lip, biting it as he felt his heart slowly start to mend itself. He was sure when he left your room earlier that day that you would never want to talk to him again. But here you were, not giving up on him, instead believing in him. Jungkook's lip trembled before a tear fell down his cheek.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice cracking. The words hang in the air, the complete opposite of how your heart is feeling. Before you can reply, he's pulling on your shirt and smashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss was desperate, filled with unspoken words and emotions. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer as if he couldn't bear to have any distance between you. His hands clutch at you as if you're his lifeline, grounding him in this moment.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Jungkook's tears mix with your own as the intensity of the moment overwhelms you both.

Your lips part for a breath, and in the brief pause, you see the raw emotion in his eyes. It's a look of longing, of need, of a love that's been buried beneath layers of pain and addiction. Without another word, you capture his lips again, pouring all your love and hope into the kiss.

Jungkook's walls crumbled completely as he let himself be vulnerable, feeling your warmth and acceptance enveloping him. The kiss deepened, both of you losing yourselves in the moment, letting the world outside fade away.

Finally, you broke apart, both gasping for breath, foreheads resting against each other. Jungkook's eyes were no longer empty but filled with a mixture of love, determination, and a glimmer of hope. You cupped his face, your thumbs gently wiping away his tears.

"We'll get through this together," you whispered, your voice filled with unwavering conviction. "One step at a time."

Jungkook nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I promise I'll try," he said softly, his voice laced with sincerity.

You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "That's all I ask." Before capturing his lips with yours once again.

You moan into the kiss, and your hands move to his hair, pulling, messing, and tugging. His hands drop to your bare thighs beside him, caging him in. A small whimper makes past the kiss when he dips his finger onto the waistband of your black small shorts you wear underneath your school skirt.

The feeling was foreign, but it felt right. When his fingers dipped into your panties a loud moan was coming out of you. "Shh, baby, your parents will hear you.” Jungkook whispers. “Not here; gone for the weekend.” You pant as you feel his middle finger dip between your delicate folds, spreading your wetness over your clit.

You never had anyone touch you this way; the only thing that has ever come close to your center were your fingers, but as he enters one of his digits, it makes you realize your fingers were nothing compared to this. “Ah-fuck,” you moan, your head falling onto his shoulders.

“So fucking tight, holy shit.” Jungkook exclaims as he adds another finger to your soaking cunt. Your back arches as he pumps his two fingers in and out of your hole, and your hips roll on his lap, trying to relieve your clit. You let out a whine when he pulled them out, but it was quickly replaced with a loud, heavy sigh of relief when three fingers pressed hard on your clit, rubbing circles.

“That feels so good; don't stop.” You cry into his ear; your pussy pulsates on his fingers. The pleasure from his fingers on your pussy has you digging your nails into his arms. “Do you like being fingered?” Jungkook asks as he inserts three fingers, stretching you out. “Yes, fuck yes.” you moan heavily. Your walls clench around Jungkook's fingers anytime he curls them into your g-spot, sending waves of shock to unravel in your abdomen. The squelching sound of your pussy mixes with your loud moans, making Jungkook's dick harden underneath you.

“My bed,” you pant, your eyes shut close as he continues to rummage his fingers into you. Jungkook gives a hum and nod of acknowledgement before pulling his fingers out of you, picking you both up in a quick, swift motion before dropping you on the bed with a squeal.

Jungkook lets out a small, breathy laugh, and his fingers fumble on the button and zipper of his jeans. Your breath gets caught up in your throat when he drops his pants on the ground, revealing the outline of his cock in his boxers. Your eye of vision suddenly went up to his chest when he took his shirt off in a split second, giving you a sight of small scars and bruises on his ribs, sending a punch to your stomach.

Your heart squeezed in your chest when he suddenly realized what you were staring at. You quickly made your way to the end of your bed, pulling him closer. Your lips dropped to the side of his rib cage, leaving a little chaste kiss on one of his bruises. A shaky breath leaves Jungkook as he watches you kiss every single purple, reddish mark and scar on his body.

Jungkook puts a finger under your chin before tilting it up, and your teary eyes make contact with his. 

“Hi.” He whispers softly.

“Hi.” You whisper back, a small smile plastered on Jungkook's face, before his lips make contact with yours. His hands this time worked on pulling down your shorts, which ended up taking your light pink-drenched panties down as well. Heat flowed through your body even though it was freezing in your house. You both broke apart from the kiss when Jungkook pulled on your shirt, pulling it over your head. 

The white shirt gets added to your guy's discarded clothes on the floor, and your hands wrap around his neck before pulling him down with you onto the bed. “M’gon squish you to death.” Jungkook groans as he lifts his weight on you, “What a heavenly way to die.” You joke, cracking a small smile at Jungkook.

You couldn’t even think of anything else because, before you knew it, Jungkook was in between your legs, sucking on your folds. The feeling was unfamiliar, but it felt so good. Your legs squeezed both sides of his face, caging him. His tongue worked magic on you, flicking his tongue all over your pussy. Your hands tangled with his messy raven hair, pulling harshly whenever he would suck on your clit for a little too long.

Your chest heaves as you try so hard to catch your breath. Jungkook moves his head from side to side erratically, earning a pornographic sound from you. Your walls clenched on Jungkook's fingers as he pumped them rapidly. “I’m g-gonna cum,” you cry out, your back arching as he hums onto your center, sending vibrations all over your body.

Your mind is fogged up with invisible smoke, and your lungs burn as you hold onto your breath. Your teeth bite roughly on your bottom lip to contain the moans that are threatening to spill out of you. Before you could say another word, white dots blurred your vision. "Your body squirms into Jungkook's face, coming in a loud moan.

“Hurts, ah” You cry, and a low chuckle rumbles against you as he begins leaving between your legs, but not before dropping a kiss on your inner thigh. Your thighs are pressed together, and your legs are sore as your center aches for more. “Felt good?” Jungkook kisses your cheek, and you nod with a whiney hum as his hand wanders behind you, unclasping your white cotton bra and untangling it from your arms before throwing it somewhere on the floor. Jungkook didn't waste any time putting his mouth on one of your nipples. His warm tongue plays with your bud, sucking, toying, and licking. Your head rolls back as your hands behind his head push him into you more.

“You're so good at this; should I be worried?” You moan as he grinds his hard-clothed length into you. “Don't think about that, baby.” He replies that a sad tone in his voice makes your heart feel as if it were being stabbed. “Oh.” You let out a sigh, and Jungkook planted a kiss on your collarbone. 

“I'm a virgin,” you say, tilting your head to the side to catch a look at Jungkook's face. His brows furrowed slightly before he dropped another kiss on your neck. “I’m not.” Jungkook says, planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. “What a slut.” You joke, playfully rolling your eyes, earning a laugh out of him. “You're annoying.” Jungkook laughs, his head dropping down beside the crook of your neck.

“But you love me.” You pip, moving your body underneath him, making him chuckle.

 “But I love you.” Jungkook looks up, a small smile displayed on his lips. “If I were having sex with someone I care about and love,” He whispers, “This would be my first time as well.” Jungkook finishes, making your heartbeat skyrocket. You feel as if you were on the moon, flying around with the stars.

“Pinky promise.” You smile, you raise your pinky finger up in front of his face, and you watch how he tangles his pinky with yours before smashing his lips with yours. “Pinky promise.” He whispers back into your lips. 

Kissing Jungkook was everything and more than you had ever wished for; his soft, cracked lips molded against yours, fitting like perfect puzzle pieces. “Fuck me, please.” You whine, and your hips rise up, trying to rub yourself against him, which has him pushing your hips down into the mattress with his tattooed hand. “Be patient, baby,” he whispers into your ear.

“Please,” you cry. Your hand slides between you both, palming him over his boxers and making him groan. “Please, fuck me.” you beg this time. Your palm squeezes his cock, making him thrust into you. 

Jungkook didn't reply; instead, he pulled down the last remaining clothing item that was covering him. He opened your legs, a shaky breath left your lip, and your eyes took him. His hair disheveled in a brown mess, his lips puffy and red, and the most mischievous grin on his face had your stomach fluttering with fireworks and roller coasters.

“Nervous?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow as he settles between your legs; his length rubs against your cunt. “It's big,” you bite your lip, as you look between you both. Jungkook bites his lip as he moves closer, placing his cock on you, his tip reaching your belly button. “It’ll fit, if that's what you're wondering.” Jungkook lets out a small snicker, and his thumb runs against your bottom lip.

“It's going to hurt, right?” You ask, your voice low and filled with lust, has heat rushing to Jungkook's cock. "Yes, baby, you’ll probably bleed a bit. But I promise it'll feel so good.” He comforts you; kisses are peppered all over your face, easing your nervousness. “Does this mean we are basically doing blood oaths?” You joke, your heart fluttering  when he lets out a deep, throaty laugh.

Jungkook opens your legs, his eyes drop to your glistening pussy, and your juices spill onto your pink sheets. His hand wraps around his cock, tugging roughly before slapping it on your pussy, making you let out a choked moan. "Ah,” you moan.

“Fuck.” Jungkook curses, "Baby, I don't have a condom,” he remembers. 

“I'm on the pill.” You rush out and say, “I got on them for my periods.” You explain which Jungkook nods. “You sure? We don't have to right now, baby,” Jungkook says, only to be received with a disapproving head nod from you. “No, I want you right now.” You say, your hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a small pump. 

You moan when you place his cock in front of your entrance, and with a small, reassuring smile, Jungkook is pushing his cock into you. “Ah, oh, my god.” You moan, and pain shoots up through your body as he pushes his length into you inch by inch, giving you time to get accustomed. “I know I'm sorry, baby.” Jungkook coos, dropping kisses all over your face as you feel his cock go in deeper. 

“So full.” You moan when his cock is fully in. Your fingertips dig into his back, leaving crescent moons. “Hurts?” He asks, his thumb rubbing your clit trying to help ease the pain. “A little.” You reply before giving him the green light to move. 

Jungkook's movements started slow, pulling his cock out of you and leaving his tip in before pushing in again at the slowest pace. Jungkook's eyes squeezed shut at the intense pleasure his body was feeling. Making him forget everything outside of this moment. You clench around him whenever he hits your g-spot.

The pain turns into pleasure as jungkook plunges into you at a faster pace. Your headboard hits your wall over and over, matching his thrusts. “Taking me so fucking good, fuck.” Jungkook groans, your moans mixing with the sound of the squelching of your juices.

Your mind is hazy, your bodies are hot. As beads of sweat start to form on Jungkook's forehead, a moan flushes out of you when he pushes one of your legs backwards, picking up his pace.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he hits the spot in you repeatedly. Drool starts dripping down the sides of your mouth, and your hands find your sheets tugging hard, turning your knuckles white.

“So good.” You cry out; his thrusts are harder, knocking the air out of your lungs, making you gasp for air each time he slams into you. Jungkook's cock twitches in you as he presses slightly on your belly, making a bulge of his cock appear inside of you.

“I’m going to cum,” you moan. “Not yet, baby, not yet.” Jungkook groans, pulling out. He flips you onto your stomach, presses your legs together before slipping into your pussy again with a loud groan.

"Shit, so fucking tight.” Jungkook moans, His hands squeeze your ass as he fucks you from behind. Your moans and screams get muffled by how you bite into your pillow. The position had him being able to go deeper, and tears started streaming down your cheeks. 

“I’m going to cum.” You scream into your pillow, as he grunts with each thrust he fucks into you. “Come baby.” He groans, giving your waist a squeeze of reassurance. He didn’t have to tell you twice, your orgasm all over his cock. Your body shakes, and you clench hard around him. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he spills into you.

Your bodies heave heavily, as he fucks you both through your orgasm. Soft moans and whines leave your lips as he pulls out of you, and the white fluid drips out of your hole, making Jungkook groan in satisfaction.

“Are you okay, baby?” Jungkook asks, his tone sweet and gentle as he flips you over to your back, catching a glimpse of your red cheeks and teary eye expression. “I think I just had an out-of-body experience.” You chuckle. Jungkook's eyes look over your body, looking for any bruises, but are met with none, which makes him sigh in relief.

“Yeah?” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows, dropping a kiss on your lips before getting up from your bed and making his way to your vanity. He opens a couple of your drawers before picking up the package of wet wipes and making his way back to you.

“We need to change your sheets, baby.” Jungkook comments as he takes notice of the blood stain on them. He pulls one of the wipes out of the package, wiping you clean in a delicate manner. When he finished cleaning you up, he followed along with cleaning himself before disposing the wipes in your trash can beside your bed. 

He also quickly changes your sheets before jumping into bed with you. His head lies on your chest. Hearing your steady heartbeat, your fingers work on his back muscles as he relaxes further into you. The sound of rain outside pebbles against your window.

As you both lay intertwined, your breaths slowly returning to normal, Jungkook felt an overwhelming sense of peace wash over him. The familiar gnawing urge for drugs was conspicuously absent, replaced entirely by thoughts of you. Your touch, your warmth, and your love.

And for the second time in his life, the voices finally stopped as he fell asleep to the sound of your breathing.

DOWN BAD!

Synopsis: Despite undeniable chemistry, your guys’ relationship remains undefined, caught between playful teasing to deeper, unspoken longing,

Pairings: bad boy! jungkook x fem! reader

Genre: friends to lovers. college au.

Warnings: toxicity, jealousy, explicit content, angsty, smoking, usage of drugs and alcohol, fighting, profanity, slowburn, jungkook and oc are literally in love but do nothing about it, crying, hurtful words being thrown out when arguing, slapping.

a/n: IM BACK!! this is something super different than anything I have ever wrote sooooo… but i actually really love it. This would be a two-shot. Hope you enjoy🪽🪽 <3

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"He pisses me off," you say while dropping onto the couch with a loud annoyed sigh, catching Taehyung's and Dahlia's attention.

"What did he do now?" Taehyung jokes, adjusting his tie on his uniform. "Look at another girl, that's what he did," you clench your teeth, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Your fingers play with the hem of your short navy squared skirt.

Your friends let out a collective laugh, making you scoff at them. "He asked a girl for a cigarette," you mumble under your breath, feeling the pang of jealousy hit your heart.

"Morning," a deep voice speaks from behind you, sending shivers down your body almost automatically. Your brows furrow as Jungkook makes his way beside you on the small couch in the lounge room after acknowledging his friends. His white button-up is opened, revealing a peak of his skin, which annoys you. He tugs on his navy tie, the same one as yours, undoing it and letting it hang loosely around his neck.

"Are you done being mad?" He tilts his head to the side, staring at you. His breath smells of the cigarette he had been smoking, the same one he accepted from a girl who had a crush on him, which irked you. You almost wanted to snatch the cigarette from his lips and stomp on it like a child when he lit it up.

"No, I'm not done being mad," you scoff, getting up from the couch in a swift motion. Jungkook lets out a frustrated sigh behind you before reaching for your skirt and pulling it down.

"Too short," he says, ignoring your whole tantrum.

You don’t reply. Instead, you smack his hand away from your ass before picking up your backpack and throwing it at him.

"Let’s go to class," you say, crossing your arms in front of you, making your boobs push up from the white button-up—you had intentionally left two buttons open after seeing him. His eyes immediately drop to your chest, and Jungkook pokes his cheek with his tongue on the inside before letting out a soft growl and reaching to button up your shirt.

"You’re insufferable," he lets out, fixing your shirt.

"You’re insufferable," you mock back, earning a grin from him.

"Are you ready to talk to me?" He bites his bottom lip, picking up your pink backpack and hanging it over his shoulder, something he was used to doing by now. "No, but the attitude is kinda hot, not gonna lie," you say, before making your way to your first period, with Jungkook trailing behind you like a puppy on a leash.

You and Jungkook weren’t dating, nor were you friends with benefits either. You were just friends with feelings bigger than Mount Everest. It all started on the first day of sophomore year of high school.

“No more fights, okay. First day only and you already got into a fight,” Namjoon blows out a sigh, running a hand down his face.

Jungkook scoffs, pulling on his tie. “This uniform is pissing me off.” He growls, ignoring Namjoon's attempt to coax him into a conversation about controlling his anger issues. Jungkook wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of it, especially today.

“Yeah, well, fancy private schools love their uniforms,” Namjoon jokes, but Jungkook's expression remains jaded.

“Anyways, you’re lucky you didn’t get suspended,” Namjoon continues, shooting Taehyung a look that screams for help.

“Lucky? I would’ve preferred if they expelled me,” Jungkook mumbles, leaning back on his chair, throwing his head back in annoyance.

Before Namjoon could mutter another response about self-sabotaging, a female voice catches Jungkook's interest. “I don’t give a fuck, she literally ripped my new tights,” you whine, your hair disheveled, the lipstick once on your lips now smeared, and your new black over-the-knee tights, ripped.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you could tackle her to the ground, Yn,” another girl says, nudging you, which makes you pout more. “My mom is going to kill me for getting into a fight on the first day.” You sit down in front of Jungkook, not even glancing his way, throwing your pink backpack on the ground beside you, keeping your eyes on the ground.

Jungkook takes notice of your appearance, and his heart rate skyrockets. You were beautiful, like an angel, but Jungkook knew better than to think you were innocent. The skirt was much shorter than it was supposed to be, your blouse more open than closed, which had Jungkook's eyes dropping to the tie between your tits, taking notice of the cross necklace hanging on your neck.

Angel with dirty wings. Jungkook thought to himself as he took you in, the smeared lipstick adding to your allure. Your full and pouty messy lips, had him imagining things only he imagined when he was in his room at night with his hand wrapped around his cock.

Instead, he's sitting at the front office with a pretty girl in front of him for the same reason he was. As he is thinking about far more inappropriate things than fighting. Before Jungkook could look away, your eyes met his.

“You’re new,” you grin at the bruised-up boy manspreading with a matching grin on his face in front of you.

“I am,” Jungkook replies, licking his bloody bottom lip with his tongue. Eyes still remain glued to yours as you nod. “I’ve never seen you around,” you state, tilting your head to the side, leaning forward.

“And I’m pretty sure I would remember someone that looked like you,” you continue, taking him in. The black blazer, with the school logo, he was supposed to be wearing was discarded on the chair beside him, leaving him in the white button-up, sleeves rolled up halfway, giving you a full view of the veins on his arms. His black hair was tousled on his head, the bloody lip made him hotter than you cared to admit.

“Is this a way of telling me you don’t have a boyfriend?” Jungkook flirts, ignoring his friends' obvious stares from beside him.

“Not yet,” you quirk, tapping your finger on your bare thigh. “What’s your name?” you ask, wanting to know more about the boy in front of you besides the fact that he gets into fights on the first day of school.

“Does it matter? You’ll be calling me “baby” by the end of the day,” Jungkook says aloof, which gets him a small smile from you. “Smooth,” you shrug, leaning backward.

"Angel," he says, his hands snaking around your waist, pulling you in.

"Hi," you smile at him, your eyes twinkling with unspoken affection.

"Hi," Jungkook responds, his dimple carving into his skin as he leans forward, his nose touching yours, nuzzling—a short, quick gesture that steals the air from your lungs. You almost feel yourself hanging onto these moments by a thread—moments where he isn’t high or drunk out of his mind or fighting with anyone who pisses him off in the slightest.

"Do you like my costume?" You flutter your eyelashes at him sarcastically, eliciting a small laugh as he throws his head back into the wall. "I don’t know, do I?" he says, his tone dipped in enticing sarcasm. His tattooed hand drops lower on your back, causing your breath to hitch in your mouth.

The music suddenly muffles out as you focus on Jungkook’s finger dipping into the waistband of your skirt. "You look pretty," he whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Where’s your halo, baby?" he says, pulling on your perfectly curled hair, making you look up at him. "Lost it while I was dancing," you pout, wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him in closer to you.

You’ve never understood when people said, “home could be a person,” but you hundred percent get it now. It's almost embarrassing how quickly you melt into his embrace, your limbs relaxing—inhaling his scent. Your brain suddenly shuts down, not thinking about anything besides him, the moment he wraps his arms over your shoulders, dropping his lips on the crown of your head, leaving a soft kiss there.

"Don’t smile," you jut out, peeping your head up to see the small curved smile displayed on his face. "Why not?" he pokes, amusement clear in his face as his smile widens, deepening his dimples.

"Stop," you giggle, placing a small hand over his face.

"What?" he chuckles, getting a hold of your hand, giving your wrist a kiss before letting it hang beside you. "Your dimples are showing, and they’re only mine to see. Bitches love dimples," you say, only making him smile more.

Anyone else who saw Jungkook smiling all giddy at you would know better than to poke fun at him—but it was rare to see Jungkook smiling and laughing so casually out in the open. Behind closed doors, Jungkook was the epitome of a teddy bear; he loved head and back scratches and loved being a little spoon, all contrary to his dark clothes, cigarettes hanging from his mouth, and the heavy amount of alcohol he could consume.

"Be a good boyfriend and stop smiling, please," you quip, untangling from his embrace and looking around for Dahlia, only to be met with her making out with Taehyung on the countertop.

"I’m not your boyfriend, angel," Jungkook says beside you, putting a hand over your shoulders, taking a chug out of his beer.

"Oh yeah, my bad. I forgot. You’re my bitch," you turn to look at him, a mischievous smile on your face, which has him playfully rolling his eyes, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch before he took his arm off your shoulder, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a cigarette.

"Let’s go outside," he holds out his hand, which you don’t think twice before intertwining yours with his. You feel giddy as you walk past the crowd holding his hand, as he leads you outside. You hated how many small moments like this had you wanting more from him, knowing this is the most he could ever give you. Jungkook had walls larger than the walls of China. You tried your hardest to stand up on your tiptoes and look. But whenever you got a sneak peek from what's inside, Jungkook built them right back up.

Ever since sophomore year of high school, you had the hugest crush on Jungkook, and you knew deep down he did too, but he never said anything all these years. It was embarrassing how you found yourself waiting for him—you couldn’t help it; your heart basically beat for him.

As you both reach a tall seat wall, before you know it, he's picking you up and placing you on the cold brick wall. Goosebumps appear on your bare thighs while he rubs his warm, calloused hands up and down.

"Cold," you whine, looking down at your angel costume—the white, flowy short skirt, your long white knee-high socks with the tall heels. And don’t forget your lace white top that kept getting tangled with your belly piercing. "I know ways to keep you warm," Jungkook waggles his eyebrows, moving closer to you. You feel his hands on your knees, opening your legs before he steps in between them. The closeness was something you were used to—the cheek kisses, the hand on your thigh, but never this. He was too close to your face—you could feel his warm breath whenever he would breathe. You felt your chest heave as everything you wanted was for him to put his lips on yours. Jungkook's face moved closer in.

You felt your heart stop in your chest almost abruptly. If it wasn't for his face millimeters away from yours, you would think you just had a heart attack.

Your eyelids fluttered closed, waiting for his lips to make contact with yours, but you're met with nothing. Then you feel the warmth of his hand on your thighs disappear, and the same with his body between your legs. You open your eyes to be met with Jungkook lighting up a joint instead of a cigarette. Before you could stop yourself, you pull it out of his mouth with a hard tug.

"What the fuck," Jungkook says, an unreadable expression on his face when he looks at you. "Are you fucking serious?" Your eyebrows furrow as you throw the rolled-up paper somewhere far—jumping down the wall. Your heels click on the pavement as you walk closer to him. The heels didn't do anything for you, as you still had to look up at him to meet his eyes.

"You said you’d stop," your voice cracks like your heart, as you push on his chest.

"It's just weed," Jungkook lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "That's what you said at first then you ended up in my room, high off oxy. So don't tell me it's just weed, Jungkook," you shove him, sending him tumbling backward.

The knock on your window sends your soul leaping out of your body. The sight of your favorite boy outside has your heart beating faster—it's past midnight, so seeing him there sends a different feeling down your body.

“Hi, what are you doing here?” You ask, opening the window to let him climb in. His eyes don’t meet yours as he walks in and sits on your bed, watching you close the window.

“Just wanted to see you,” Jungkook mumbles softly, his voice raspy.

“Well... hi,” you say as you drop beside him on your bed. “Hi,” he says, his eyes avoiding eye contact as he looks down at his twiddling fingers.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, worry picking up as your hand moves to his cheek. His skin is hot under your palm as you move his face to look at you.

The moment his eyes lock with yours, you feel as if the ground disappears beneath you. Jungkook's eyes are unnervingly vacant, the pupils dilated into enlarged black circles.

“What did you take?” Your voice cracks, holding his face in your hands as he slumps into you. “Baby... don’t be mad,” he slurs, his eyes fluttering closed—your hand immediately goes to his heart, finding his heartbeat. This isn’t the first time this has happened; it’s a repeating cycle where he gets high, ends up at your house, and you hear every apology in the book, but it doesn’t mean anything since he’d do it again. The new thing is you don’t yell anymore; instead, you feel the tears start rolling down your face.

“Fuck. Don’t cry. Yell at me, be mad,” Jungkook slurs, trying to reach for you, only for his arm to drop beside him.

“I can’t...” you sob, “why do you do this?” Another sob racks through your body as you pull him into your chest in a hug. His body is limp in your arms.

“Baby... I’m so fucking sorry,” he groans into your chest as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to calm down. “I love you,” he whispers, and you feel like you can’t breathe as another sob breaks out of you.

“Tell me when you’re sober,” you sniffle, knowing he wouldn’t remember in the morning, laying him down onto your bed and placing the pink covers over his shaking body. You know you’re just feeding into the cycle, but right now all you can do is cry. You prefer him in the safety of your room instead of outside on the streets. So instead, you wrap your arms around him and pray to god he’ll be okay.

“Why do you give a fuck about what I do?” Jungkook scoffs, “it’s none of your business,” he continues, but now it’s your turn to scoff.

“Right, it’s none of my business, asshole,” you throw out.

“You just don’t get it, do you? I’m not good for you,” Jungkook says, his tone much higher than he had anticipated. “I don’t give a fuck, I want you. Don’t you get that,” you frustratedly point your finger into his chest, almost annoyed that he still didn’t get it.

“You want this?” He motions between us, “us fighting all the time, because that’s all we do,” Jungkook scowls, the hard expression on his face has your heart shattering—you almost even hear the cracks as he continues to talk.

“I don’t need you being all up in my business; you’re not my mother,” Jungkook says, letting out a sigh of frustration—rubbing a hand over his face. “I care about you,” you say, looking at him, your voice betraying you as it cracks, again.

“Don’t,” he steps backwards, a shaky laugh escaping him as he avoids meeting your eyes. “Why?” You find yourself asking, making his head snap to look at you.

“Why what?” He asks, brows furrowed as he locks eyes with yours.

“Why did you lead me on then? If you don’t want me,” you ask, wrapping your hands over your waist, feeling vulnerable out in the open as you lay your heart in front of the man you were in love with. He had two choices, break it or carefully pick it up and lock it somewhere safe. You were praying he would pick option two—instead, he decided on the first option.

“What other reason would there be?” Jungkook says, his tone low, stepping closer to you, backing you into the brick wall. Your eyes move to his lips then back to his eyes.

“Maybe because you so easily would open your legs for me. All I have to do is ask,” he spits out. Before you know it, your hand is making contact with his cheek.

“Fuck you,” your teeth clench as you feel a tear stream down your face, “and this is why you shouldn’t want me,” Jungkook clicks his tongue before stepping away from you— a pained expression on his face.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Come back,” you hurriedly say as your eyes fill with tears, watching him walk away into the dark street.

Fight for You (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader 

Genre/Tags: bodyguard!jk x heiress!reader; angst, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language; alcohol consumption and getting passed out drunk; unrequited feelings (at the start); infidelity (small part); mentions of past kidnapping, postpartum depression, child neglect, toxic parents, drug use (not the MCs); attempted abduction, attempted sexual assault, violence, weapons, JK gets shot; explicit sexual content (18+) *specific warnings will be written on applicable chapters

Series Word count: 80k

Summary: Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didn’t expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what he’d been missing all along.

A/N: Bodyguard jk is such a fantasy and I can’t get him out of my head! This is purely self-indulgent but I hope you enjoy. Also, I don’t know shit about business and I’m not rich so if things seem off… I’m sorry. 😅 And huge thank you to Ash @jimilter​ for this wonderful banner! 💞

Chapter 01 (wc: 8.2k)

Chapter 02 (wc: 8k)

Chapter 03 (wc: 12.2k)

Chapter 04 (wc: 4.8k)

Chapter 05 (wc: 12.3k)

Chapter 06 (wc: 12.5k)

Chapter 07 (wc: 11k)

Chapter 08 (wc: 11k) || End

Epilogue Series Masterlist

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Love in Loop

Soulmate!AU | Neighbor!Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin)

genre: fluff (so much lol)

rating: PG-13

description: It’s February 14th and you’re stuck in a time loop. What’s funny is you think it’s because of a cheesecake. Yes. A cheesecake. Totally makes sense. It’s not like you’re supposed to be finding your soulmate or anything… That would be ridiculous. 

word count: 6.4k

warnings: none

a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day! Ever since I found out about Jungkook’s love for cheesecake, I just had to come up with a fluff scenario. And prove to myself I can write something other than smut for him OTL. I hope you all enjoy it! 

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Will It Fit?

Roommate!AU | Roommate!Jungkook x Reader

genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst, slight idiots to lovers

rating: explicit

description: So what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can’t exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom…

word count: 6.7k

warnings: size kink, JK has a big dick (no, really), slight pain kink, light choking, dirty talk, Dom!JK, flustered/shy JK at first, unprotected sex (this is fiction, we all wanna be raw-dogged by JK okay), lube, JK loves OC’s panties a LOT, fingering, mentions of masturbation, OC gets embarrassed at first but JK is sweet about it, oral sex (male & female receiving), cursing, Soft Dom!JK, JK is overly concerned with how big your dildo is, embarrassing moments from both parties, spanking, prone bone, creampie, confession scenes, 

a/n: As soon as I saw JK’s OJO face from that GCF, it kicked me into gear to write this. I’ve had this idea for SO long, but never had the motivation to finish it. I was supposed to release it last winter, so hope you’re all excited for it! Asks and reblogs are much appreciated (I read them all!). Also, much love to @jkeuphoriadreamland for bouncing ideas around with me. 

“[Y/N], I can hear you in there.” 

The muffled, disgruntled voice came from the other side of your door. Your eyes fluttered open and your hand stilled in your panties, your heart rate spiking. Maybe if you didn’t move a muscle, he’d go away. 

“I know you’re up,” he added. You rose up from your bed.

“Um… exactly what did you hear?” you squealed, face burning up at your terrible acting skills.

“Unlock this door.”

You didn't know what compelled you to saunter over and open the door a mere crack, but oh the sight before you was almost worth the humiliation. Jungkook was in nothing but gray sweats that sat dangerously low on his hips. He had a bad case of bedhead, but his locks looked so soft that you wanted nothing more than to grab onto them and make out with his beautiful lips, which were captivating you just as much as that intense gaze of his. 

“Hey… you…” you said with a meek smile, which he did not return.

“It’s 2 AM in the morning. I have work at 5. As hot as you sound, we either do something together so we both get satisfied or you let me get my rest because I am incredibly frustrated right now.”

Your eyes widened at his curt response. You’ve never seen him so tense, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek as his glare bore into you. He leaned against your door frame with one arm, leaning in close enough to make you break eye contact. He tapped on the wooden frame with his index finger, awaiting your response. 

“Sorry…” 

God, you sounded absolutely pathetic . 

“Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?” Before you could respond, he let out a tsk sound and retreated back to his bedroom. You stood there in a trance until his door shut loudly, snapping you out of it. You wondered if he realized how much worse he left you than when he found you. 

Fuck, was he always this hot when mad? 

You went back to your room after closing the door. Climbing into bed, you got under the covers and laid flat on your back deep in thought. The only reason you were masturbating in the first place was because your room was freezing cold. You thought the heater was fixed, but your room was somehow still the coldest one in the apartment. You knew you’d never be able to go to sleep at this rate, so you decided to do something that would tire you out and hopefully lull you into the rest you craved.

It was supposed to be simple. You, your hand, your phone, and sweet, sweet release. Damn Jungkook for interrupting you. It’s bad enough his room was nice and toasty while you were suffering. Yeah, you heard his loudass snores. You assumed he was deep in the REM cycle so how the hell did he catch your moans? Ugh.

If he was so annoyed with you, then he should have warmed you up instead!

You shook your head and got under the covers, groaning at your lewd thoughts. 

He’s my roommate. And he’s too good of a roommate for me to fuck things up. 

“Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?”

Those words echoed in your mind. The way he changed his tone to a lower register with his Busan dialect slipping through was incredibly sexy. It was the perfect mix of frustration and anger and made your thighs rub together in want. Leaning over your nightstand, you opened the drawer and grabbed a velvet drawstring bag. Slipping off your pajama shorts, you pulled out your trusty dildo. Impatient, you closed your eyes and imagined Jungkook taking you right then and there. However, the moment you allowed the tip of the dildo to touch your entrance, all pleasure was lost. It was cold!

“Damn it…” you muttered. “I gotta warm it up. Ugh!”

You left your room in frustration and entered the bathroom, turning the sink on to the hottest setting and running it over your toy. 

This might’ve been the most desperate masturbation session you’ve ever had, but you didn’t care. This was all Jungkook’s fault!

The next morning was Saturday. You were eating your breakfast on the kitchen island while mindlessly scrolling on your phone when Jungkook came out of his room. As soon as you two locked eyes, you almost choked on your food and had to chug some water to calm down. The man, confused, ruffled his hair and watched you through drowsy eyes.

“Are you okay?” he said, followed by a yawn. 

You nodded as you beat your chest with your fist to get everything down. “Yeah… I just… didn’t expect you to be home. I thought you had work.”

“Oh,” He sounded more awake now. “I read my schedule wrong. Turns out I’m off every other Saturday now.”

“... Oh. Cool.”

He circled around the kitchen island to get to the fridge and you recalled last night’s events, mortified he had heard you. Should you apologize again? After all, you’re both two grown adults; there’s nothing to be ashamed about. If you didn’t say something now, that icky feeling would only fester inside you. 

“Hey Jungkook.”

“Yeah?” he said from behind the fridge door.

“About yesterday… I hope you can forget all about it.”

As the refrigerator door shut, you were greeted by the sight of the most adorable man sipping a carton of banana milk. His eyes were wide and brimming with curiosity from your words. 

“Did something happen yesterday? I was knocked out.”

You blinked at him twice. “Do you… not remember talking to me last night?”

“Hmm? I did? I was fast asleep, don’t remember a thing.” He took the seat next to you. “Why? What did we talk about?”

Pure relief washed over you like a tidal wave as you shook your head. “Oh, nothing much. My room’s a bit too cold. It was hard for me to sleep.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll talk to the landlord. Do you want to sleep with me?” You shot him an incredulous look and he began to stutter. “I-I mean! Sleep in my bed! Not with me in it. Unless you wanted to—ah—fuck me!

There. That’s the Jungkook you knew. He’s never crossed the line and flirted with you, so you didn’t either out of respect. But… It was too hard to resist teasing him. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

“Unless I wanted to… fuck you?” you repeated innocently. This was new territory for you—teasing him. His flustered reactions were so damn adorable though. The way his nose scrunched and his eyes darted around everywhere except for your face. If anyone was watching you, they’d swore you had hearts in your eyes. 

He set his drink down and proceeded to cover his face with both hands, panicking at his poor choice of words. “That didn’t come out right. Oh god… this is embarrassing.”

You covered your mouth to stifle your giggles. “It’s okay. I don’t want to peg you—I mean, take your bed.”

Jungkook dropped his hands, speaking the next sentence in pouts. “Hey, I don’t want to be peg—not the point. No, seriously. My room’s really warm.”

“I mean… if you really want me in your room, all you have to do is ask, you know,” you remarked. Jungkook’s cheeks were flushed with a tinge of pink, adding an extra charming element to his already cute self. Were you being too bold? 

It didn’t matter because seeing how his lips trembled and how he could barely hold himself together was fun to watch.

“I didn’t realize it was that easy…” he mumbled, more to himself than you. You tilted your head at him and he noticed how you crossed one arm over another “Not that I’m calling you easy!”

“Uh huh. I’m watching you, Jeon Jungkook. Hmph.”

“No, wait. I’m sorry.”

You placed your index finger on his lips to shush him, even going so far as to tap his lip piercing teasingly. “Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?” 

You watched as his eyes widened once more and that caused you to realize what you were doing. My god. Using his own words against him was satisfying, but all this newfound confidence was going to get you in trouble. You cleared your throat and withdrew your hand, grabbing your breakfast plate and heading over to the sink before things could escalate.

“Uh… I’m gonna go to the gym. Run some errands or something,” Jungkook stammered as he got up, nearly toppling out of his stool. You bit your lip to hold in your laughter as he recomposed himself. Walking in the same direction, he flinched when you got near his proximity. “W-What are you doing?”

He’s so cute when nervous.

“Nothing. Grabbing my keys. I’m heading out too.”

“O-Okay.”

Your smile made his heart rate escalate. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”

You spent the day with your closest friends on a brunch date, followed by a trip to the mall, and then hot cocoa in the evening. It was much needed after the week you had and after bidding them farewell, you went back to your apartment. Upon entering, you took off your shoes and put them on the shoe rack.

“Jungkook? Are you home?” you called out. 

“Yeah! I just finished showering!” he called back in the distance. You went further into the apartment and plopped down on the couch. 

“Damn,” you muttered, rubbing your arms. “Wish I could have showered with him. It’s so cold outside…”

As if on cue, Jungkook called for you again. “[Y/N]? Could you come here?”

You took off your purse and slowly rose up from the couch, hesitant. This had to be a dream. Why would he need you to come to the bathroom? He must’ve forgotten a towel. Or a t-shirt. Or pants. The specifics didn’t really matter because your hormones were going berserk at the possibilities. 

You walked through the narrow hallway and stood in front of the bathroom door, excited at the thought of teasing him again. “I’m here. What’s up? Did you forget your towel or something? Silly boy.”

The door swung open and the shit-eating grin you had on your face dropped to the floor in an instant. 

“Why is there a dildo in the bathroom, silly girl?”

Shit. Quick, say something. Anything. Don’t just stand there like a gaping fish! Oh dear, how many seconds have passed? You must look like a total idiot.

Fuck! I forgot I left it here!!!

“Well…” you started to say, “I’m assuming it’s yours.”

Out of all the things your roommate could be calling you for, this was not on your radar. The awkwardness was more suffocating than the steam from his blazing hot shower minutes ago and you wished it lingered around long enough to make you disappear. 

Jungkook made a puckered face at your accusation, picked up the object, and shook it side to side, the bendy silicone material flopping everywhere. His big doe eyes were the highlight of his classic OJO face, the blatant confusion so adorable if you weren’t absolutely mortified. For the second time this week. 

God, and how could you even focus when he was dressed in nothing but a towel, his hair still slightly damp. The bulging muscles of his biceps were a feast for the eyes as well as his tattooed sleeve. You yearned for the day he’d use his arm as your necklace, but of course that shouldn’t be a priority at the moment. If anything, it was his fault you had to use a dildo anyway.

“[Y/N], you know damn well this isn’t mine.” He met your gaze and flashed you a soft smile, biting his lower lip. “I like mine bigger.”

You covered your face in shame, wishing the floor could open up and swallow you whole. “Good god, Jeon.”

“You still didn’t answer my question. Why is it in the bathroom?”

You gulped, finding enough strength to not die of embarrassment. “It’s getting colder outside and the heater doesn’t reach my room as well as it reaches yours. So…”

“Yeah…? But I’m not following.”

“The… thing in your hand—”

“Dildo?”

You visibly cringed. “Yes, okay, THAT. It got cold and I don’t like cold objects... Inside me. So I took it to the bathroom to run hot water on it to warm it up.”

“Before you use it?”

“No, to melt it. Yes, to use it!” you snapped, feeling the humiliation burning through your body. “I wasn’t aware you weren’t working today, remember? I clean it after each use so please just give it back!”

You ran over to yank it out of his hands, but he lifted it up high out of your reach. While cackling. That motherfucker. “Hey, maybe I want a turn.”

You had to bite back. “I knew you liked being pegged.”

“I do not!”

“Then give it back!”

“This thing is huge though. It fits?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” You jumped up but failed to reach it due to his quick reflexes. 

“Doesn’t it hurt? Because if something this big went up my—”

“Jungkook!”

“I’m just saying!” he said with his arms up in the air like you were about to tase him. “I find it hard to believe, that’s all. It’s really big. Like damn.”

Without thinking, you ripped his towel off his waist and he gasped, scrambling to shield his privates while you seized the opportunity to get your toy back.

You stormed out of the bathroom and ran to your room, locking the door afterwards. Falling to your knees, the embarrassment caught up to you, causing you to hang your head low in shame. You could hear the soft shuffling sounds of his footsteps approaching your door, followed by a gentle knock.

“[Y/N]? Are you okay?” He pressed his ear against the door to hear small sniffles. “Shit. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you upset. I was teasing, I thought you wanted to tease me back and—I guess I took it too far.”

“Go away, Jeon,” you said, throwing the dildo at the door. Jungkook nearly had a heart attack at the loud thump and jolted back, clutching his chest. 

“Holy shit, that scared me,” he said, which earned a small chuckle from you despite the tears. “Hey… come on out. Please. I’m not judging you.”

“No. I’m humiliated. You heard me yesterday and now caught me today. I can’t face you ever again. It’s over!”

He placed a hand on your door, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I didn’t even know we started, so how could we be over? You’re cute.”

That made you snap your head up. You quickly wiped away your tears and rose from the floor. “This isn’t fair… I’ve been embarrassed twice now.”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“You heard me masturbating yesterday!” you exclaimed, frustrated at his obliviousness. “You woke up and told me I had pretty lips or whatever and suggested we do something about it together!”

“I mean, you do have pretty lips. Yup. That sounds like me, yeah,” he said, nodding to himself. “But I really don’t remember. Come on out. I wanna see you.”

“No.”

“Would it help if I shared something embarrassing about me?”

You narrowed your eyes at the door, considering his offer. “... Go on…”

He sighed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Well… you know how I’ve been doing your laundry for you?” 

“Yeah…”

It was your most hated chore. Putting the clothes into the washer and dryer wasn’t your issue, but folding them was so tedious. So you and him made a deal. You were in charge of dishes and he would do the laundry. However, the one thing you refused to let Jungkook wash for you were your bras and panties. Those you handled yourself.

“You… left a pair of panties in my basket once by mistake.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. I washed them for you but um… before that, I might’ve… sort’ve… jerked off with them.”

Your doorknob jostled for a second as you unlocked it. Jungkook waited as the door swung open and was greeted by a displeased you, hands on your hips and all.  

“What? They were really pretty…” he added. “They were pink and had lace—”

“You… PERVERT!” you shouted, hitting his chest repeatedly. Of course, you were aware your feeble punches did nothing to his insanely toned pecs. Jungkook stared at you fondly, catching the hint of a smile that threatened to spill from your lips. 

“Oh, I’m a pervert? Says the girl who has an 8-inch dildo,” he countered, snatching both your wrists. 

“At least I’m able to take 8-inches!” you retorted, laughing at the situation. He joined in your laughter and then said,

“Good! That means you’ll be able to handle me!”

Your brain fizzled out at this point as the laughter subsided. “... What?”

Jungkook’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. “... You heard me. Go ahead, take off my towel again. See for yourself.”

He guided your hands downward to the soft fabric, which was already on the verge of unraveling itself with his prior movements. You stared at his pelvic lines, excitement bubbling beneath the surface while you tried your best to maintain a calm expression. 

“... Pervert,” you mumbled. Jungkook chuckled, taking one of your hands and placing it directly on his boner. 

“Maybe. But only you can make me feel this way.”

You bit your lip, feeling the heat radiating from beneath the fabric and your curiosity peaked. Tucking a finger into the towel, you pulled it down and let it fall to the ground. 

A loud squeal came from your lips as you covered your mouth. “Holy shit!”

Jungkook covered himself after seeing your reaction with both hands, embarrassment crawling up his spine. “Sorry, I’ll put it away.”

“No, no, no!” you said, putting your hands out in a stop motion. “Sorry, I just… you… you weren’t kidding.”

“Does it scare you?” His tone was sincere, his eyes genuinely showing concern. “Because… I don’t want to hurt you. And I know it can hurt. That’s why I was so curious about the dildo. Will it fit? Will I fit…?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how he phrased it, but quickly stopped when you noticed the fear in his eyes. Your thoughts wandered to if he had slept with someone prior and if it wasn’t a pleasant experience. Truth be told, you’ve never been with anyone as big as him so it’s all new for you.

“Well… if I’m prepared well enough, I can take it. The dildo fits but sometimes not all of it goes in. Um… man, this is embarrassing to talk about, ahhh. I feel like I keep making a fool of myself in front of you.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened at your vulnerability, taking your hand and placing it on his chest. His heart was beating just as rapidly as yours if not more. Then he put his other hand on the small of your back, pulling you close. 

“That makes two of us. But you make me crazy.”

He was so close that your senses were intoxicated with the fresh scent of eucalyptus and cotton wafting off him. His eyes shifted to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze once more. 

“I really want to kiss these pretty lips of yours… If you’ll let me,” he said, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb and whispering the last part.

You begged him to kiss you already, so he leaned in and finally pressed his warm lips against yours as you closed your eyes. It started off as a gentle smooch, like a little tease to test the waters. When he pulled back, you leaned forward and chased his lips urgently. You felt him smiling into the kiss as he moved in tandem with you, deepening the kiss while switching positions to press you against a wall. One of his hands pinned your wrists above your head while his free hand slithered down the side of your body until it rested on your hip, giving you a firm squeeze.

“Jung—mmph—Jungkook…” you moaned. He used that chance to ease his tongue into your mouth and the kiss went from passionate to messy. When you moved your wrists in the slightest, he asserted dominance and pinned them back down into place. 

“You think I’m going to let you go so easily now that I have you?” he asked, the hunger in his voice evident. He carefully tugged your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled it back in a seductive motion, which turned you on even more. 

Once he broke the kiss, the only thing that remained was a string of saliva that broke seconds later.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he said in between pants.

“Since you’ve jerked off to my panties?” you teased while catching your breath.

He rolled his eyes. “Like you’ve never rubbed one out to me before.”

You scrunched up your nose at his response, unable to counteract his statement right away. “Hey… I wouldn’t have had to rub one out if you warmed me up in this cold weather.”

He smirked. “All you had to do was ask, you know.”

Releasing your hands, Jungkook went into your room and grabbed the dildo off the floor. He left you for a short moment and you waited there, confused, until you heard the sound of running water. He came back a minute later and then grabbed your hand, leading you to his bedroom.

“Had to wash it. Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up properly for the real thing.”

He guided you to his bed and helped you remove your jacket, blouse, and leggings. His grin was extra toothy because the set you were wearing was the exact set he jerked off too before. 

“What?” you asked, amused.

“N-Nothing.”

When your back was turned for a second, he mouthed the words ‘Oh my god’ and pressed his hands together as if thanking the universe for this very moment.

Now left in your bra and panties, you laid on his bed and he climbed on top of you, his lips latching onto the side of your neck. You mewled at the sizzling contact, pulling him close by his soft locks so that his hot skin was pressed against yours. He trailed his searing kisses down to your collarbone and then settled between the valley of your breasts. 

“The bra is pretty… you’re so pretty,” he said, full of admiration. He pulled one of the cups down to gain access to your breasts, capturing your perky nipple between his lips. He sucked tenderly, swirling his tongue around before tugging on it hard enough to elicit a moan. His other hand was greedy, slithering into your already soaked panties. His middle finger dipped in between your folds and he rubbed in circular motions to coax some more slick out of you. 

As you arched your back and moaned his name, he dipped one finger into you and began to pump it slowly. He added another one when you begged for it, sounding so desperate that he had to oblige. 

“Please fuck me already. I can’t take it,” you breathed. Jungkook only curled his fingers deeper inside, grazing your sweet spot while shaking his head. 

“Patience, beautiful. I need to make sure your sweet pussy can take it, remember? Gotta prep you well.”

“But I can take it, I can, oh god please.” 

“If you’re a good girl for me. Can you take another finger?”

You nodded eagerly, so he added a third finger and you squeezed your eyes shut from the delicious burn. 

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, observing your expressions carefully. You clutched onto the pillow and panted heavily. 

“Y-Yeah, I—god—your fingers feel good…”

He began to finger you with all three digits, the tightness of your walls bringing some resistance to his actions. But with a few more neck kisses to relax you, it became easier and you became more undone. 

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered into your ear, his heavy breath tickling it. He finally removed his fingers and grabbed the dildo at the end of the bed, bringing up to your lips. 

“Show me what those pretty lips of yours can do.”

You stuck out your tongue and licked a long stripe on the toy in a tantalizing slow motion, causing Jungkook to grunt. That damn smile of yours was going to kill him. You were the perfect minx—sweet and naughty. He didn’t have to tell you to suck it because you already were. 

“Such a good girl. You’re going to handle my cock so well.”

He removed the dildo out of your mouth and reached into his nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. You stared at it like it was foreign to you and Jungkook was quick to notice.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can take it. I know it.”

He chuckled, admiring your determination. “Still, I want to take my time.  Besides… it’s not every day I get to fuck someone so beautiful.”

He popped open the cap and squeezed a decent amount of lube onto the toy. Then he got back in between your legs and slowly began to insert it into you. You squirmed from the slippery, cold contact but Jungkook captured your lips into a deep kiss, igniting your body with fervor. 

He thrusted the dildo as deep as he could, stopping when there was resistance from your panties. Which you were more than thankful for because you already felt full. But then he began to pump it in and out of you at a steady pace, only accelerating when your moans became more constant. 

“Shit, shit,that feels so—“ Your words were swallowed by his lips and that stirred something within you, allowing Jungkook to easily glide the toy back and forth. He soon increased his speed, the obscene sounds your pussy was making the only thing that could be heard in the room. 

You broke away from the kiss and began tearing up from the intensity. 

“J-Jungkook, I think—“

You couldn’t, actually. Your orgasm crept up on you and made your entire body convulse. You shut your eyes to only see white, your ears were ringing, and your pussy surrendered to the pleasure. 

Jungkook removed the toy out of you gently and then kissed your sweaty forehead, giving you a bunny-tooth smile as you calmed down from your high. 

“Did you cum?”

You smacked his arm playfully. “Did I cum… pfft. No, actually. I’m waiting for a real man to make me cum. With a fat cock.”

“Well not to toot my own horn but…” He grinded his swollen cock against your thigh. “I think I meet the requirements.”

Now that things slowed down, this was the first time you really got to look at his cock properly. He wasn’t kidding about needing to prep you. It was as big as your dildo but much more girthier. It was a mouth-watering sight. 

Flipping the switch, you got on top of Jungkook this time. His eyes widened in surprise but then eased into a smile. You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. 

“Let me take care of you now.”

“But I want to fuck you so bad.”

“You can wait, darling. My pussy is yours.”

His dick twitched at that. You giggled as you got in between his thighs, stroking his member a few times to hear those cute, breathy moans of his. 

Will it fit…? God, I hope so.

“Are you afraid you can’t take it?” Jungkook asked with concern. Shit. Did you say that out loud???

“I can. I will.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t—“

“Jungkook,” you said, squeezing his dick tightly, almost like a warning. “I can take it like a good girl. And if not, I’ll tell you. Okay?”

He closed his eyes and nodded as you began to suck him off. There was no way you could take all of him in your mouth but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. You went as far as you could and stopped when your gag reflex kicked in. Using your hand to stroke the area you couldn’t reach, you swirled your tongue and bobbed your head up and down. 

Jungkook’s abs clenched and unclenched at the action and he rested on his elbows to watch you. The way your bra cupped your breasts at this angle was enticing, your pretty lips working so hard to please him, and the view of your ass in those panties could make him cum right then and there. 

“Fuck, you’re so good at this—don’t stop.”

You smiled at the praise and continued, loving how he took a sharp inhale of breath when you cupped his balls. He put his hand on your head and pushed you down gently, not wanting to overdo it with his size. You controlled the pace, but he just wanted to touch you and admire you. 

“You’re too good to me…” 

You released his dick with a satisfying pop sound, kissing the tip and smiling. “Teach me what you like.”

“I love everything you do,” he said, grunting when you began stroking him again from the base to the tip. “Your hands are so much softer than mine.”

You stopped momentarily to spit on your hand before resuming your lewd actions and he threw his head back. 

“Fuck [Y/N]. That’s so hot.”

“Yeah? Have I been a good girl? Are you going to reward me?” He snatched your wrist, his eyes darkened and full of lust. 

“Can you handle it?”

You turned around on all fours, shaking your ass side to side to tempt him. “Take me, baby. Raw.”

His OJO face returned from your bold suggestion and you flashed him a wink. 

“I’m on the pill. Promise,” you informed. 

A burst of energy surged within him as he grabbed the bottle of lube and hurriedly squeezed some onto his cock. You giggled when he squirted a bit too much, haphazardly trying to divide it between two hands and spreading it evenly. But things turned serious when he grabbed your hips, yanking you closer to him.

He pulled your panties to the side and ate you out from behind first, loving how delicious your backside looked with them on. You moaned in delight and he placed a hand on your upper back, forcing your face down into the mattress. His tongue dipped into your folds and he flicked it on your clit a few times, loving the whiny sounds you were making. Then he pressed his entire mouth onto your pussy and sucked hard. 

You were overwhelmed with pleasure and were on the verge of cumming when he removed his mouth and replaced it with something else.

“Are you ready?” He teased his tip at your leaking entrance and you shuddered. 

“Yes, please fuck me.”

“Breathe baby. Relax as much as you can.”

You obeyed, feeling him push himself into you smoothly, knowing he prepped you more than enough. At least, that’s what you thought until he got in halfway. From there on, it felt like he was invading your walls and stretching you to new limits. 

There was a mild discomfort and Jungkook kissed your back lovingly to relax your tense muscles. You sighed and allowed him to bottom out, feeling the wind knock out of you when he did. 

“God!” you shouted, fisting his bedsheets. 

“F-Fuck… you feel amazing I—can I move? Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt… I just feel really full.”

“Okay,” he said in a restrained voice. “I’ll go slow.”

He gripped your hips tightly, like he needed something else to focus on or else he’d lose control and fuck the living daylights out of you. He eased himself out of you but only half way, wanting to savor your warmth a bit longer. Then he pushed himself back into you, making sure to go as slow as possible.

“Your ass looks amazing in these. You should wear them again.”

Your heart fluttered at the thought of doing this with him again. “Maybe if you spank me.”

He stilled his hips. “You really want me to?”

You began rocking your ass back and forth on his cock. “Yeah. I’m not that fragile… I can take it rough when I want to.” You swore you felt his cock twitch at this. “Hmm, looks like that excited you. You wanna fuck me rough, Jeon?”

He delivered a spank on your cheek, the sensation sending waves of pain and pleasure through your body. Your pussy tightened from this and it made Jungkook hiss. He spanked the other cheek and then both cheeks and you moaned, the slight pain distracting you from the girth of his big cock. 

“You think you’re in a position to be a brat?” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up so you were on all fours again. Laying on top of your back, he whispered in your ear, “Do you know how badly I want to fucking ruin you?”

He bit the shell of your ear and you let out a content sigh as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he reminded you. “But god, you feel so good. So tight. So slippery and wet. I just wanna have my way with you.”

You couldn’t wait anymore. “Please do. Make my pussy remember the shape of your cock. It’s yours to wreck.”

Jungkook got off your back and grabbed a nice fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, forcing your head up as he thrusted into you to the hilt. That feeling of being full hit you full force and you submitted, letting him rock his hips back and forth to the pace he deemed fit. He undid your bra with his free hand, letting the undergarment fall onto the bed as he cupped one breast.

Your moans came out unashamed and full of whiny desperation. The intensity was becoming too much, but it felt too good to stop. There was no more discomfort, only lust and the desire to be fucked so hard that it had your eyes rolling. And Jungkook was more than willing to deliver.

He then grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it under your stomach, pushing your back down until you laid flat. 

“I’m not sure, but I read this makes things feel better on Reddit,” he explained quickly as he helped remove your panties. “But let me know if you want me to stop.”

You’re smitten by the fact he cared this much about you but also trying hard not to laugh at how he admitted to going to Reddit for sex advice. He was too precious.

“I will.”

With your ass propped up higher thanks to the elevation of the pillow, Jungkook eased into you once more and you bit into your pillow. He started to slam his hips into you, gripping onto the headboard to steady himself. 

“Fuck!” you said through gritted teeth. 

“Am I going too fast?” he breathed, slowing down his thrusts.

“No, it’s okay. I want it. I want you.”

Your words unleashed his primal urges to finally give it to you. He shoved his cock deep inside you, each thrust making your ass jiggle, the sight so unbelievably sexy that he had to spank you again.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me harder!” you shouted. Jungkook laid on top of you, wrapping his bicep around your neck and planted a kiss on your cheek as he fucked you harder. You begged him to choke you and he obliged, squeezing your neck just enough to make you slightly dizzy. 

It was euphoric having that slight danger while being used for his pleasure. Your pussy tightened so much that Jungkook felt he was going to cum. 

He slowed the roll of his hips and then pulled out, quickly flipping you onto your back. Thanks to the pillow from earlier, your hips were propped up at the perfect height. 

“Spread your legs for me. Wider. Hold them open.”

You were so drunk on lust that you did everything he asked. He held onto your thighs and inserted his cock into you again, the new angle making your moans come out strangulated. He was so huge, you swore his tip was brushing against your cervix. Picking up the pace gradually, you took the abuse of his fat cock and screamed at how good it felt. 

“I can’t get enough of you,” Jungkook said through pants, wrapping a hand around the column of your neck. “I’m gonna cum.”

His hips began to stutter and you felt your pussy growing sore from the stretch. Anymore and you’d be in tears. You wanted to cum too, so you snuck your hand down to your clit and rubbed in circular motions. Jungkook used the last remaining bits of strength to fuck you for a few more minutes, which was more than enough for you to reach your climax. 

Cumming a second time was more painful than the first time due to the over sensitivity. But somehow it was more enjoyable because you had never felt something so intense. Jungkook kept coaxing you with sweet words, promising he was almost finished. 

He rutted into you for the last few seconds, counting 3, 2, 1 before spilling his seed inside you. His body laid on top of yours, the two of you sticky and sweaty but it was comforting just being in his embrace. 

“Jungkook?” 

“Yeah?”

“Get off. We gotta pee.”

He laughed at your serious tone. “I think I need another shower. Care to join me?”

Your roommate literally just fucked your brains out 5 minutes ago. Why were you feeling self-conscious in the shower with him? It didn’t make sense!

With the hot water on, you took a deep breath before feeling a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. 

“Questions, comments, concerns?”

Oh my god, you had to marry this man. “Um… I think I’ll be sore for the next few days.”

“I’m sorry.

“Don’t be. I enjoyed it a lot.”

He turned you around, so that you were facing him. “Enough to do it again?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Tonight?”

“W-Well… I mean—“

Look at him fumbling over his words. Adorable. “You’re such a pervert.”

“I can’t help it. You turn me on.”

You covered your chest, feeling shy. “Is that all I’m good for…?”

He immediately understood what you meant. “Of course not. Look at me,” he said while tilting your chin up. “Don’t you know how I feel about you?”

Your lips curled into a smile. “Well I learned today that you jerked off to my panties and you count down before you cum.”

You couldn’t help but explode into laughter at his OJO face when he heard you say that. 

“Hey! I do it to let you know when it’s coming!”

“Yes sir,” you teased with a salute. “I appreciate your punctuality, sir!”

“Oh my god, you’re so cheeky.” He hugged you again and booped his nose into yours. “I like you. You know, when a boy likes a girl and they go out on a date and then—oh shit, I did things backwards.”

You giggled. “I think I prefer it this way. I like you too. I’ve… liked you for a long time.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because! I didn’t want to make things awkward. But I guess things ended up being awkward anyway…”

“Because you were masturbating to me?” 

He had such a proud smile on his face. 

“Whatever! Panty thief!”

“You left them there.”

“You should’ve told me!”

“I did!”

“After you had your fun! You are so—”

He gave you a surprise peck on the cheek to distract you. 

“Awesome?” He smooched you again. And again. You couldn’t help but giggle. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Mmhmm. So… do you want to stay in my room tonight?”

“As long as you warm me up.”

“Oh, for sure. I’m great at that.”

“Because of experience or Reddit?”

There was his OJO face again. “Hey~!”

I truly hope you enjoyed the fic! Thank you for giving my writing a chance. :) Also I have an AO3 if you're more comfortable commenting there. Thanks!

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╝requested / one-shot ╔

╰ ₊ 𓂂➢ pairing: namjoon x fem!reader

╰ ₊ 𓂂➢ genre: arranged marriage au, smut, angst, a little fluff.

╰ ₊ 𓂂➢ warnings: breeding kink, pregnancy scare, mentions (suggestive) of infidelity, degradation (usage of slut), reader is a brat, reader has a high libido, oral (namjoon and reader), squirting, unprotected sex, mentions of birth control, spanking, hair pulling, rough sex, negative pregnancy test, mention of (trying for) children. (let me know if there’s more!)

╰ ₊ 𓂂➢ summary: your arranged husband punishes you after causing a scene and acting like a brat.

╰ ₊ 𓂂➢ word count: 3,765 words

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The sounds of slapping bounces off of the walls like gun shots. Your face is buried into the large fluffy pillows on your king sized bed with your ass raised in the air. Giving Namjoon, your husband, the perfect access to spank your behind.

When the sharp, burning, sting— a millisecond of pain and pleasure is inflicted upon your ass again you let out a whimper into the black silk pillow. As the indecent sounds exit your mouth, Namjoon couldn’t stop the depraved thoughts that battle their way through his mind. You just looked so fucking sexy. So vulnerable and submissive before him, he could just eat you whole right now.

But that wouldn’t be right, now would it? After all, you were a bad girl. You brought this on yourself.

You didn’t think Namjoon would just forget about the way you rubbed your ass against that man on the dance floor? No. He’s not that graceful. You’re his wife, for god sakes. Even if you didn’t take this arranged marriage serious, he must show you that he is. He is taking this very seriously.

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to have people asking if the woman causing a scene on the floor is my wife? Huh?” He begrudgingly asks, caressing your ass that is two slaps away from bruising.

You deserved it, the way you seductively eyed him while dancing on another man replays in his mind. He best not be fooled by your little innocent and submissive act right now, you whimpering and whining. He knows you’re a brat.

When his parents first introduced you to him, he knew he’d eventually fall for you. Despite the distasteful you held on your face that entire meeting. You didn’t approve of the arrangement, Namjoon knew that. So he gave you space. But of course, one thing leads to another. Especially when you’re flew out to Italy for a honeymoon, a villa all to yourselves. If you recall correctly, you believe the two of you fucked in all 8 rooms. Plus the kitchen… and the bathroom… the couch, the garden, the pool, the arcade room— damn there everywhere.

Needless to say, Namjoon has been pussy whipped ever since. Becoming helpful, loving and caring— all the amazing qualities one could find in a husband. Along with those qualities, he grew possessive over you, rightfully so, you’re his wife. But it seems like regardless of anything he did, you still seemed to show little to no care for the man. Except for what was between his legs. Because babes, the dick is bomb!

Recently Namjoon has been depriving you from the ‘bomb dick’. So you did what any brat would do. You acted out. Unfortunately for Namjoon, that led to complete and utter embarrassment, displayed in front of all of his friends at a work event. But who cares about that, right?!

Because fortunately for you, Namjoon is spewing all kinds of sexy little insults at you, dirty talking your panties right off.

“Do you enjoy being a fucking slut?” Another slap is planted on your ass. You let out a gasp before biting down on your bottom lip. Useless, as to when he grabs a handful of your hair, roughly yanking it back, your mouth falls agape.

“You like that shit, huh?” You eagerly nod your head, so high off of the thought of getting fucked up. This is exactly what you wanted. Namjoon always gives you exactly what you want.

You strain yourself forward to close in on his lips. His lips wraps around yours as you share a sloppy kiss. Your teeth graze his bottom lip as you pull back. What you do next makes Namjoon lose his shit.

You giggle.

Like actually fucking giggle in his face. Without thinking, he grabs your face, pulling you back in for a hot yet desperate kiss. Namjoon’s eyes furrow into it, trying to get some sort of understanding. He needs to understand how you do it. How you act so heinous one second and then so admirable the next. Even now, you’re submitting to him. But Namjoon knows more than anyone that you have him wrapped around your cute little finger.

The hold on your face doesn’t leave as Namjoon roughly pulls away to marvel in your beauty. Your gorgeously melanated skin, your two toned lips, and those big brown almond eyes he willingly falls victim to. There’s a smirk that plasters on your face that Namjoon doesn’t miss.

“Am I being a good little slut for you?” Namjoon couldn’t hide his widened eyes. He’s angry— completely enraged, you mustn’t forget. But as usual, he gives in. Because you’re in control. “Fuck yes.” He whispers out before flipping you over, absolutely manhandling you. Your figure bounces on the bed as Namjoon hovers over you.

“You don’t even know just how crazy you make me.” He mutters in your ear. Your hands wrap around his neck, fingers traveling through his short blonde locks. “Show me.” You lick at his jawline, slowly nibbling on the chiseled edge. “Show me how crazy I make you, baby.”

Without a second to waste, Namjoon lifts up, attacking the buttons of his black dress pants. He slips them down to his ankles along with his briefs, kicking them off to the floor. The thick, long, pink tipped length you desire is revealed. You lick your lips just to make sure you aren’t drooling. He gives his length a few pumps before his hands are replaced with yours. This is what you’ve been begging for, what you desired and needed inside of you for weeks.

Hell, you even danced on some random middle aged man just to get it. You love it! Namjoon would battle that you love it more than its owner. Especially the way you kiss the tip. Like you’re finally meeting the love of your life after years of being apart. Namjoon breath is shaky when he exhales. Your lips wrap around his tip, you close your eyes and let out a moan, sending vibrations through his dick. “Don’t tease.” He says sternly. And you look up at him, his tip still resting in your mouth.

You look absolutely angelic. The way your big doe eyes innocently look up at him with his dick in your mouth. He could just cum at this image alone. “I’m sorry, baby.” You say with a feigned apologetic tone and expression.

Even if you aren’t sorry, Namjoon is immediately relieved once you take his whole length in your mouth. Your nose touching his lower stomach as you slightly choke. The little gag reflex doesn’t stop you from showing your love to the pretty dick. Namjoon lets out low pitched moans as you continue to attack his length, your performance growing messy. Something you quite liked. What can you say? You’re a proud slut.

But still a brat. You back away from Namjoon’s dick, resting yourself on your elbows that are propped up behind you. Namjoon lets out a groan at the abandonment of your mouth. Instead, you spread your legs, quickly slipping off the soaked black thong you were sporting.

“Look,” you say as your hands reach for your wet cunt— fully exposed, you slip your fingers through before showing them to the man before you. “Look how wet you make me.” You say and you can see Namjoon’s dick twitch at that. You slip your coated digits in your mouth, sucking off your own arousal.

Namjoon is actually fucking shook by your pornographic performance. He knew you had a high libido but damn… he think you might even have him beat.

“You want to taste— or you gonna just keep kneeling in front of me.” You raised a brow, growing impatient. Namjoon is in utter disbelief that you’re his wife. He doesn’t know what he did in his past life to get so lucky. Yet, due to the circumstances, he can’t quite figure out whether he is or not. He shakes away his thoughts, though. He can’t ignore the highly appetizing meal that glistens in front of him right now. The meal he dives into.

His tongue ventures through your folds, mouth sucking on your swollen clit. You throw your head back as Namjoon’s mouth brings you the familiar pleasure that you have wholeheartedly missed. He enters two digits inside of you as his tongue flicked at your clit. You grasp onto his blonde hair as he eats your pussy out like no man ever has. “Fuck yes! Just like that.” Namjoon holds your thigh with his free hand, spreading them wider. His fingers move faster inside of you and you can feel yourself growing closer. You scream out an excessive amount of “yes”s and eventually squirt in his mouth.

Namjoon freezes as you release— not once but twice into his mouth. He looks at the way your chest heaves up and down. That wasn’t enough for him. He needed to be inside of you now. Without any warning, Namjoon slips his dick into your sex, slowly stretching your pussy out. Your legs shake as he makes his way through. “You feel so fucking good.” He mumbles as he thrusts into your pussy again.

The pace almost instantly quickens, the hunger and need from both of you takes over. “I missed your dick so much.” You say as you trail your hands up his chest, caressing over his thickly defined pecks. “Mhn— you’re such a fucking slut. Causing a scene just to get my dick inside of you.” He grabs your hands and places them above your head, restraining you from touching him.

“You feel so good inside of me— ah!” You moan out as Namjoon thrusts deeper inside of your wet pussy. “Fuh— faster, please!” You beg and Namjoon continues to thrust deeper inside of you.

“You’re begging now?” He mocks. It’s quite entertaining to see, actually. He bends down to grab your face, slowing the pace down to tease you even more. “Oh, you don’t like that, do you?” You desperately shake your head. “Beg me to go faster.” Stubbornly, you stay quiet as your pussy aches around his length that slowly strokes inside of you. His lips rest just above yours. “Come on,” he murmurs softly against your lips.” “I wanna hear my little slut beg for dick.” You moan at his words, growing even more aroused.

“Please Joon.” You bite your lip as the grip on your jaw grows tighter. “Please fuck me faster! I— I need your dick.” You beg.

And just like that— you should’ve braced yourself. Namjoon slams his dick inside of your tight hole. Your body jerks at each thrusts. You scream out as Namjoon abuses your tiny cunt. Your screams could be heard throughout the whole two story house.

You look up at Namjoon who is hovering over you while slamming his dick into you. He looks so sexy the way his blonde hair clings onto his dampened face. The sweat trickling down the sides of his face. The sounds of your skin clapping together and the arousal from your pussy lapping up around his dick is sending you over the edge. You feel yourself growing close again.

Namjoon pulls your legs over his shoulders as he fucks into you. You’re completely fucked out— your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel Namjoon hit your spot. You don’t even notice when he attaches his lips onto yours again. You feel yourself unraveling underneath him.

“I’m gonna— mm” You say against his lips. Namjoon nods, breathing heavily. “Cum for me.” He slurs and on command you release yourself around his dick. Namjoon lifts up, still thrusting himself into you. You can feel his dick twitch inside of your pussy, signaling his high.

“Cum inside of me.” You say, eagerly. He looks down at you with an uncertain expression but you nod your head. “Please, cum inside of my pussy.” You whine and Namjoon groans at the sound of your begging. “Fuck.”

Immediately, you feel the warm, sticky, drags of cum release inside of you. You moan at the feeling. He doesn’t pull out. Instead, his chest meet yours and the two of you share another erotic kiss.

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It’s been two weeks since that night Namjoon had fucked your brains out. Ever since that night, he hasn’t touched you. Most likely still angry about the events that occurred before he fucked your brains out. Rightfully so— even you can admit that you crossed the line that night. Did you mention he fucked your brains out?

Nevertheless, you have bigger fish to fry. You’re late on your period. You should’ve gotten it a few days ago but the red flood never showed.

Yes, you’re on birth control. Still, inevitably you miss a few days because of your inconsistent schedule so it may not be that effective. Especially not when you beg your husband to cum inside of you.

You wince at the thought as you rest your head on the bathroom door. A few hours ago you went to go pick up a few pregnancy tests from the store. You can’t help but overthink while you wait for the stick you just peed on to tell you whether or not you’re pregnant. You try to imagine the possibility of becoming a mother, how you would act and how you’d speak. How Namjoon would react when you tell him you’re pregnant. Him as a father.

You’re immediately snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the front door slam.

Namjoon’s home.

Your heart rate immediately increases and you pray that he’ll continue ignoring your existence just like he has the past two weeks.

It seems that god is not on your side because you can clearly hear his footsteps approaching the bathroom. Of course he has to go to the bathroom. You just want to cry but that wouldn’t be much help either.

The door handle to the bathroom turns but doesn’t open. The lock on the door stopping him from entering. After a few seconds, he knocks. You flinch at the sound, looking around the bathroom for a way out. Obviously, at a loss when u realize that you’re trapped inside the four walls.

“_______, open the door I have to use the bathroom.” You hear him say behind the door. You look at the pregnancy test on the sink to see that nothing has changed. You silently curse to yourself. Why the fuck is this piss stick taking so long.

“_______.” You hear your name again, along with a few knocks. “I— I’m using the bathroom.” There’s a sigh on the other side of the door. “Well, can you hurry? I’m about to piss myself.” He adds, impatiently to which you roll your eyes.

“Use the guest bathroom!” You shout defensively. Due to you being on the other side of the door, you can’t see the way Namjoon’s brows furrow together. You two never use the guest bathroom even if someone is taking a shit. It’s like an unspoken rule.

“I swear to god _______, open the door. I’ve seen you shitting like a thousand times already.” It’s true, you really couldn’t care less what Namjoon had to say about your smelly poop. Unlike Namjoon who would beg you to leave. But you’re running out of excuses.

“Namjoon, fucking— ugh! Just go to the other bathroom!” You spaz and Namjoon is left with only one thought.

“Is there someone in there with you?” He asks and when you grow silent he makes up his mind. You honestly didn’t know what to say, you were taken aback. How could he think so lowly of you?

“You brought a man into our house _______?” The sound of his voice is a mixture of hurt and anger. And maybe you would feel bad for the man if you weren’t too busy trying to pick your jaw up off the floor. Because… how dare he?

“What the fuck are you talking about? Why would I bring someone into our house?!” You’re pissed that he would even think you would do some shady shit like that. I mean yes, shaking ass on another man in front of his coworkers is bad but bringing another man into your house while he’s gone… that’s fucking low. Even for you.

“Why?” He mockingly repeats before letting out an unhumorous laugh. “Because you don’t want to be in this marriage, that’s why! I wouldn’t be surprised if you brought someone here just to rub that shit in my face.” You angrily swing the door open, absolutely not giving a shit about the stupid pregnancy test on the bathroom sink. You are livid and now Namjoon is going to hear your mouth. Face to face.

“As much as I don’t want to be in the marriage I still have respect for you and I would never bring anyone into this house.” You shout at him. The man is way taller than you but somehow you’re still all up in his face.

“I don’t even know where you would get that idea from. Unless you had another woman in our house.” You fold your arms over your chest. Okay… you knew Namjoon would never bring another woman into this house. You just had to give him a taste of his own medicine. And the expression on his face is so worth it.

“I would never do that to you.” He says, more reassuring than defensive. “I’m the one who is always desperately trying to make this marriage work. I want this to work.” His voice turns soft and he steps closer to you to grab your hands. You couldn’t even be angry at him. Not when he’s right.

You see how hard he’s trying everyday to get through to you. However, you can’t help but be angry. You didn’t want this marriage and you know it’s not his fault but hell… someone had to be at fault. So you take your anger out on him. Looking up at the man you can’t help but feel bad.

“Look,” he says. “I’m sorry for accusing you of bringing someone here— that was fucked up and I shouldn’t have taken it there. I’m just… a little insecure right now and that’s something that I need to work on.” His explanation makes you want to shower him with kisses and hugs. There’s no way you’ve made this man think lowly of himself. The man is absolutely breathtaking and could have anyone he wanted.

If the circumstances were different you would’ve approached him anyway. He’s exactly the type of man you always wanted in your life.

“Don’t apologize.” You focus your eyes on the ground. “It’s my fault, I’ve been acting really bitchy and giving you a hard time.” Your eyes finally meet his again and there’s nothing but disbelief behind them. He doesn’t even think he’s hearing you correctly. There’s no way you’re apologizing.

“You don’t have to work on anything— you’re perfect, Namjoon. I… have to work on being a better wife.” Namjoon swears he hears fireworks going off somewhere. He doesn’t even think before pulling you into a tight hug. Completely forgetting about the urine that was previously begging to be released. And you forget all about the stupid pregnancy test that rests on the sink.

Until Namjoon see’s it. He hesitantly pulls back from the hug, looking as if he seen a ghost. “Joon, what’s wrong?” You ask, worried that there actually might be ghosts in your house. That’d be a real bummer— this house costed a fortune.

“You’re pregnant?” He mindlessly say, still eyeing the pregnancy test on the sink. Your heart drops at the words, eye widening. “I am?!” In an instant you turn around to check the stick. Picking you up you notice the red line going through it.

Only one red line.

You stare at that line for a moment, feeling disappointed for some reason. You waited for what felt like ages for the test to process. Thinking of the future and what type of mother you’d be, how Namjoon would be an amazing father. And it’s negative.

“It’s negative.” You say and Namjoon can’t make out your emotion. You throw the stick out in the waste bin before spinning around the face Namjoon. “I guess we don’t have to worry about the giving the whole abortion talk.” You lamely say before letting out a strained laugh. Namjoon eyebrows furrow at that.

“You wanted to have an abortion?” He sounds disappointed. He would never stop you from having an abortion— it’s not his place. But the thought of you not wanting to have a child with him did kind of hurt.

You shake your head at Namjoon’s question. “No it’s not that. I just assumed… you know.” You awkwardly fidget with your hands as you try to find your words. “I didn’t think you’d want to have a child so soon.” Shrugging your shoulders, you let out another strained laugh, much to Namjoon’s dismay.

“That’s not funny, _______” His expression is serious. “This is why we need to communicate. I’ve always wanted children— I’d want nothing more than to have a child with you _______” He speaks sincerely and you swear you could burst into tears right now.

You place your hands on his cheeks to pull him down for a kiss. It’s not rough, titillating, or sloppy. It’s a kiss filled with passion and for once there’s a speckle of joy in there. You felt safe and secure in Namjoon’s arms. Your husband. A man you don’t quite love yet but you definitely like him. And you’re willing to love him— to fall in love with him.

Namjoon pulls away to catch his breath. You couldn’t help but smile up at your gorgeous husband. “Thank you… for saying that Namjoon. For everything, honestly.” The blonde haired man is smiling from ear to ear. He couldn’t control the wholehearted happiness he felt— it’s floating along with his aura.

“Mmm, thank you for saying you’ll have my kids.” He says, his smile widens as you let out a little laugh. The dimples in his cheeks so prominent you wanna bite them. “The test is negative, Joon.” You remind him. Just in case he forgot from all of the cheesing and giggling he’s doing.

As if he couldn’t express his euphoric excitement any more than he already has, he picks your body up into his strong arms. His hands resting underneath your thighs as he walks you to the bedroom, his lips on yours.

You pull away, not without letting a goofy little giggle leave your mouth. “What are you doing?” You ask, in complete oblivion. Namjoon smiles at you before quickly pecking your lips.

“We’re gonna TRY AGAIN.”

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𝒿𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒸ℴ𝒸𝓀𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𓁙

Just A Friend

Summary: You and Namjoon have been friends for about two years and you grew feelings for him. But you think it’s unreciprocated. On a vacation which he invites you to come along in, things take a turn.

Warnings: Starts with ANGST and ends with a whole lot of SMUT! Like a lot, so be ready for: swearing, erotic body touching, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (because of the next listing), impregnation kink, overstimulation, hair pulling, praising, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader.

Requested: YES! The 💒 anon, as they wish to be known, requested this fic. In fact, they provided a lot of detail, especially for the smut, so a lot of props to them! I used a lot of the ideas they provided, so thank them as well! I really hope this is what you had in mind and that you’ll like it sweetie.

Word Count: 4889

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“You accidentally start your period in the middle of the night next to your boyfriend, who just so happens to be a vampire with a way too sensitive sense of smell.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader 

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut 

Warnings:Hard Dom & very desperate!Yoongi, sub & whiney!Reader, rough sex, she’s a tease, he shows her his truest face, period sex, lotsa period blood, they kiss with her blood on his lips, messy oral (f.receiving), that’s the closest you will get to Yoongi drinking her blood, and of course it’s nothing but pussy wetting porn, multiple forced orgasms (f.receiving), his demon tongue is making an appearance, squirting, she uses her safeword to get a break and Yoongi gives it to her, then after some bickering and snuggles the fucking continues jsjsj, strength kink, choking (f.receiving), scratching & hair pulling (m.receiving),graphic dirty talk, praise & degradation, they’re both masochists, Yoongi also shows his sadistic side, he calls her slut & brat, but also babygirl & princess, he rails the shit outta her while his face is covered in her blood fjadsf, he has his huge vampire cock out <3, he also talks about pumping her full of his cum, he is so unhinged, I’m telling you this is craziness, this is once again monster fucker smut ehehe, he domdrops but she gives him affection <3, the softest aftercare and both being giggly, this is reason 666 why I want a vampire boyfriend

Wordcount: 5.7k

a/n: This is nothing but pussy madness, I will not apologize. I was in a mood and you guys are gonna bear witness to it. Enjoy this no brain just pussy story 🤪

You have been slumbering peacefully when a harsh shake wakes you.

“No”, you grumble, getting shaken around again mere seconds later.

“___ wake up”, Yoongi’s voice sound stressed.

With a groan, you let him roll you to your back.

“Too sleepy”, you mumble.

“Fucking hell, open your eyes”, he hisses and groans. 

At that you open your eyes because Yoongi normally never snaps at you like that. You blink a few times. He turned the nightstand lamp on, giving view to his distressed features.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him.

“I think you should go to the bathroom, princess”, he says, licking his lips. 

“Why should I go to the bathroom? You silly kitten, I don’t even have to pee”, you mumble and close your eyes again, settling into the pillow comfortably.

“Go to the bathroom. Please. I can’t bear to be next to you”, Yoongi stresses. 

You open your eyes, studying his distressed features.

“I’m confused. What do you mean? Do I stink?” 

“On the contrary”, he whispers, croaks even, all while his fingers are digging into your shoulder in a desperate massage.

“You’re so silly”, you mumble, closing your eyes again, “why do you want me to leave when I smell nice?”

“Because you temptatious woman started your period, for fuck’s sake and I currently wanna fucking ruin you”, he hisses the words, not out of anger but pure desperation.

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Wait, You're a Virgin?

Summary: Jungkook gets teased at a college party for being a virgin and asks you to help him out

Paring: Virgin Jungkook/Reader (Jimin and Tae for the plot)

Word Count: 8.8k

Rating: M/18+ because smut

Tags: porn with plot, virgin Jungkook, first time, fluff, smut, handjobs, blow jobs, eating pussy, fingering, fucking, college drinking, College AU

Authors Note: This all started because of the duality of Jeon Jungkook because how can one man be so small and cute but sexy at the same time????? Also please know if you are a virgin in college there is nothing wrong with you and it is totally A-ok. Everyone is on a different timeline when it's meant to happen it will happen

The library was your sanctuary and safe space.

A place where you could listen to the quiet hum of the heater and hear the soft sounds of pencils scratching against paper while you focused on the mountain of homework you had to complete.

You would not be hearing the sounds of rough sex in the library

Which was exactly what brought you here tonight.

Your roommate and her boyfriend had decided to have sex…again…for the third time today and this time, they were not being quiet about it.

You felt gross listening in, but even your headphones couldn't block out the noise of his grunts and moans so you hastily grabbed your stuff and threw it into a tote bag before getting out of there as quickly as possible and making your way to the library.

It was a Friday night and the library was busier than usual. You knew most college students were in the same boat as you. November was fast approaching and assignments and final exams loomed over most of the students as they all crammed to remember what they had learned.

You were planning on studying tonight anyway so you took your usual spot at the small wooden desk by the window and got settled in.

Textbooks were spread out everywhere and you started up your laptop as you pulled your hair back into a ponytail. You hummed quietly to yourself as you pulled your sweater off your body.

Right as you were about to start studying your phone vibrated loudly against the desk. Multiple people glared at you as you ducked your head and apologized, quickly turning your phone to silent and checking to see who was texting you.

You tried to stifle your giggles as you pictured Taehyung's horrified face as he stood by the door hearing your roommate going at it.

You grinned as you could imagine the blush that was covering Taehyung's cheeks. He had been harboring a massive, mega crush on Park Jimin since the start of the year. He had accidentally turned a corner too quickly on campus and bumped right into him. Jimin was polite and kept apologizing over Taehyung's apologizes and they both had a good laugh out of it

A week later he was claiming it was fate and Jimin and him were meant to be.

Tae had started to drag you to parties he knew Jimin would be attending. Most of the time choosing to stare at him from across the room before actually going over to talk to him. As the weeks dragged on Tae had become a lot more comfortable and got to know Jimin and his friends, easing himself into their group effortlessly.

You slipped your phone into your jacket pocket and smiled.

You slipped your headphones on and turned on some random background music track as you got to work. Every once in a while taking breaks to stretch or drink water, sometimes just staring out the window at the cars that would drive by. The sun had set hours ago and you checked your phone to see you had already been working for almost two hours.

Just as you were about to pack up, your phone screen flashed, signaling someone was calling you.

“Hello?” You said quietly packing up your stuff and trying to keep your voice low.

“Y/N. Need you to come to this party. Now.” Tae demanded with an air of urgency.

“Tae I said I wanted to get some work done…remember? Besides aren't you with your man?” You teased as you slung your backpack over your shoulder and exited the library, opting to sit on one of the comfy couches that were just outside the library.

“I'm trying to be with my man but I need you here. Right now. He's been man-napped and I need your help.” Tae said, clearly upset.

“Man-napped? What does that even mean?” You ask trying to hold back your snickers.

“It means someone has been all over him all night and I can't get him alone. I need you here as a distraction. Now.” Taehyung explained. You shook your head. Taehyung was always known for being slightly dramatic.

“Who's all over him anyway?” You respond as you lean back against the couch and close your eyes.

“Jeon Jungkook.” Tae grits out and you want to laugh

You really do

“Jeon Jungkook? Seriously?” You deadpan

Jeon Jungkook was very shy and quiet. He had been to multiple parties but you had hardly said two words to him. He had dark hair and big doe eyes that made him seem a lot younger. He mostly hung out with Kim Namjoon who could make friends with almost anybody.

“Yes. Jungkook. But he's…different.” Tae explained as you let out an exasperated sigh.

“Tae. Please. I need more information before I drop everything and show up to Jimin's” You explain to him rubbing a hand down your face.

“Oh. We're not at Jimin's were at Liza's, her parents….it doesn't matter. What matters is Jungkook is stealing my man Y/N.” Taehyung all but whines.

“Jungkook? Like the Jungkook that doesn't leave Namjoon's side?” You prod for more information failing to hide the disbelief in your voice.

“He's… okay well did you know he has a full sleeve of tattoos? Did you know that under all those baggy clothes he's fit as fuck? He's man-napping Jimin. I need you to come and distract him.” Taehyung finally explains as you sit up a little straighter.

Because no.

You didn't know any of that about Jungkook.

It seemed hard to picture him like that but you combed through your memory trying to figure out if you ever saw him in a short-sleeved shirt.

“1950 Maple Road. Text me when you're here.” Taehyung said before the phone line went dead.

You stared at your phone in disbelief as you called a taxi to take you there

“This is ridiculous,” You told yourself as you got in the taxi

“Jungkook is nothing to worry about.” You reminded yourself as you paid the driver and set off towards the house, texting Taehyung on the way.

“Tae is being dramatic.” You muttered under your breath as he met you at the front door.

You quickly dropped your bag and took off your shoes as you looked around.

The music was loud, but not loud enough to drown out conversation as Taehyung dragged you around the house. You saw some people you recognized from class and sent them small waves as you were brought from room to room before you settled in the kitchen.

“See!” Tae exclaimed as he not so subtly pointed towards the massive living room where Jimin and Jungkook were sitting on a couch together, Namjoon sitting on the floor, his long legs sprawled out.

Your jaw dropped.

It was Jungkook but not how you remembered him.

He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and his tattoos were on full display. His legs were spread wide and his knee was bumping into Jimin's. His hands were around a red solo cup and he took a sip and scanned the crowd.

“Told you.” Taehyung hissed in your ear as he pulled you towards the couch before you could even process what you were seeing.

“Hey Y/N made it!” Tae announced as Jimin and Namjoon smiled and greeted you. Jungkook gave you a quick glance then turned to look around at the party. Clearly, he was still shy under this tough guy persona.

Taehyung chose to sit on the armrest of the couch next to Jimin so you had no choice but to sit on the armrest on the other side of the couch, next to Jungkook.

You weren't really paying attention to the conversation around you, it was about a video game you knew nothing about. Instead you tried to formulate a plan to get Jungkook alone. As his knee kept bumping Jimin's and Tae kept shooting you worried looks.

“I didn't know you had tattoos Jungkook?” You said nudging him to get his attention.

He looked up at you, his big dark eyes widening. You pointed towards his tattoos and he blushed.

“Yeah, I'm an art student so it…kind of fits the vibe you know…Namjoon said-” He was cut off when Namjoon swatted his knee and gave him a pointed look.

“I just wanted to wear short sleeves tonight.” He finished lamely and you giggled wondering what Namjoon had said to the boy.

Before you could continue Seokjin came by to talk to Namjoon about class and Namjoon got up from the floor and promised he would be back soon, as he followed Seokjin in the crowd.

Now it was just Tae, Jimin, Jungkook, and yourself.

Now was the time to make a move.

Before you could even open your mouth to say something a girl came up to the couch eyeing Jungkook.

“Hey, we are going to start a game of Never Have I Ever in the dining room. You should join us.” She said with a smile of her over-glossed lips, staring at Jungkook and Jungkook only.

“Yeah, Jungkook let's go!” You said excitedly hopping off the armrest and looking at him.

This was the perfect opening to get Tae and Jimin alone.

God, you were a good friend.

Jungkook looked unsure but the girl didn't give him time to say no. Instead, she wrapped a well-manicured hand around his arm and pulled him from the couch dragging him through the crowd.

Taehyung snickered as you shook your head.

“Well, I should go keep an eye on him.” You say excusing yourself and grinning as you make your way through the house, taking the long way to the kitchen, which was right next to the dining room.

You found a red solo cup and filled it with pop as you kept an eye on the party. Tucked back against the kitchen wall you had a great view of the dining room, where Jungkook was dragged into a chair by the girl and looking super nervous.

You also had a great view of the living room where Taehyung took Jungkook's place on the couch looking like he had just won the lottery.

You smiled to yourself as you sipped your drink and watched the party unfold. You were more than happy to be a wallflower, just taking it all in.

Your thoughts were interrupted when someone squeezed your arm and you looked to see Namjoon standing there with a dimpled grin.

“About time they got together.” He said nodding in the direction of Tae and Jimin whose heads were bent low, talking together.

“That's what I've been saying! The fact Tae dragged me here as a babysitter is ridiculous. He had nothing to worry about.” You admitted.

“Babysitter?” Namjoon asked as you flushed realizing what you just admitted.

“Uh. Shit. I shouldn't have said anything.” You said, embarrassed as Namjoon let out a soft laugh and adjusted his black beanie.

“Tae called me in a panic because he was worried about Jungkook. I'm supposed to be distracting him so Tae can have Jimin to himself. But I guess it all worked out.” You admitted with a shy smile.

“Ah. Yeah, Tae had nothing to worry about. Jimin has been telling me for months he thought Tae was hot. Plus Jungkook isn't like that. He thinks Jimin is cool. That's all.” Namjoon admits, sipping his drink again

“What did you tell him about his tattoos?” You suddenly asked as Namjoon let out a laugh and nearly spilled his drink in the process.

“He wasn't supposed to say anything! I told him, well I told him if he displays them instead of hiding under all these baggy clothes maybe he could get laid. I didn't think it would actually work.” He said surprised as you both looked over to the dining room where the girl was practically on his lap.

“Good for him.” You said with a small smile.

“Yeah. Listen, if Tae is having you play babysitter I'm gonna go talk to some people. Keep an eye on Jungkook. See you” Namjoon said squeezing your arm again and disappearing into the mix of people.

About five minutes after Namjoon left you alone in the kitchen the sounds from the dining room caught your attention.

You walked over, staying against the wall as you would much rather watch than play.

“Never have I ever gone skinny dipping!” A redheaded girl said completely slurring her words and thrusting her cup in the air, spilling half the drink on the table.

“Boring!” Someone called out and you watched as Jungkook seemed to flinch. You weren't sure if it was because of the question or because the girl was dragging her fingernails up and down his arm teasingly and shooting him what could only be described as bedroom eyes.

He was looking uncomfortable again, like he didn't know what to do with her and would rather be anywhere else.

“Let's get spicy shall we?” One of the guys said with a smirk that had your stomach twisting even though you were still against the wall not playing the game.

“Never have I ever had sex in public.” He called out.

Most people let out laughs and almost all of the table took a drink.

Except Jungkook.

Which got the attention of the girl who was currently tangling her fingers in the soft hairs at the nape of Jungkook's neck.

“What? You haven't?” She exclaimed loudly, which had most of the table looking over.

Jungkook looked like a deer in the headlights. You could see a rosy blush covering his cheeks and his eyes were wide and panicked.

Before he could answer someone else chimed in.

“Okay, never have I ever had sex!”

This time everyone at the table drank.

Except Jungkook.

The girl who was almost in his lap wasn't having that and stared him down.

“Wait you're a virgin? You are in college and a virgin?!” She asked obnoxiously loud as people around the table began to laugh.

“How old are you anyways?” a guy teased which got the attention of the whole table.

The girl took it a step further and grabbed her chair and made a big show of moving it as far away from his as possible.

The table erupted in loud laughter and Jungkook remained seated, a red blush covering his face and hanging his head in embarrassment.

“No seriously? How have you not fucked anyone before?” Another girl halfway down the table asked as the girl who was all over him a moment ago was rolling her eyes as if he wasn't worth her time.

Jungkook didn't lift his head. You could feel his embarrassment from across the room as the table kept laughing and teasing him with snide remarks.

You saw the same girl that was all over him about to open her mouth again and without thinking you stepped in.

You marched up to the table and raised your voice.

“Never have I ever been an asshole about something that is not my business and not a big deal anyway?” You said staring them all down with a cold look in your eye.

People stared up at you in shock and the crowd at the table completely went silent. Before anyone could form a sentence you continued.

“You better drink.” You said snarling at them as you nodded to Jungkook and he quickly raised himself from the chair.

Before you could move one of the guys spoke up.

“Why so offended? Are you a sad virgin too?” He teased as the table roared with laughter.

You didn't bother to respond, instead, you grabbed Jungkook's hand and stormed out of the dining room and to the front entrance, you grabbed your coat and bag and went right out the front door. Their laughter ringing loud in your ears.

Jungkook stared you down in awe and you finally turned to look at him after you calmed down a bit.

“I-You didn't have to do that. I mean thank you. But you didn't have to.” He said looking at you with a small smile.

Even though he said you didn't have to you could tell he was pleased that you got him out of that terrible game.

“Yeah, I did. They shouldn't have shamed you for that! It's stupid. Who cares if you have fucked a bunch of people or no one at all. It's not their business.” You replied firmly still feeling heated.

“Hey. It's okay.” Jungkook replied pulling you from your thoughts.

“I know I just. I hate when people shame people like that. It's wrong.” You admit finally feeling calm as you sighed and sat on the step.

Jungkook sat down next to you and rubbed his hands together trying to warm himself up.

You both stayed out there for a while. Not talking but sitting close enough that your legs were touching. You stared up at the stars and took in the silence.

“Listen you don't have to stay out here with me. I think I'm just gonna go home anyway.” You admit pulling out your phone to get a ride.

“I'll drive you home.” He said with a small smile as he grabbed your hand and helped you up.

“Jungkook you don't have to. It's fine.” You said.

“Think of it as a thank you for standing up for me. Come on it will save you money. I promise I'm completely sober. Couldn't drink during that game anyway.” He said with a big grin as he led you down the street to his car.

Once you both got inside he cranked the heat to take away the chill and kept the music low in case you wanted to talk.

Eventually, he pulled in front of your dorm and shut off the car you were feeling a lot more relaxed the further you got from the party.

“Thanks again for standing up for me.” He said. His voice small as he smiled at you softly.

You smiled back at him as you grabbed your bag from the floor and held it on your lap.

“Can I ask you? Are you…I mean have you….had…sex?” Jungkook asked as he stared you down with a confused look on his face.

You nodded.

“It happened with a guy I met in my first year. We saw each other for about three months and then had sex. It wasn't that great.” You muttered with a laugh. “Then he blocked and deleted my number and never spoke to me again. I tried to confront him in person but he acted like he didn't know me. It was super embarrassing.”

“That should not have happened to you. I'm sorry Y/N.” He said softly as he put his hands on the steering wheel and stared out the windshield. His side profile is illuminated by the streetlights.

“Yeah well. You live and learn, right? You haven't had sex and I got ghosted after sex. We're a great combo.” You said with a humorless laugh, fiddling with the straps on your backpack not sure what to say.

“Can I…ask you another question?” He says sounding nervous as he won't look at you, instead still staring out the windshield into the dark night.

“Of course.” You say softly.

“Would you? Want to have sex….with me?” He says slowly, as if he was testing the waters.

Your eyes widened and you felt your stomach swoop as you stared him down.

“I mean I'm a virgin and you didn't have the best experience and I just thought- forget it it's… God, I can't believe I said that out loud.” He rambled.

You put a hand on his arm to stop him as he finally looked at you. Eyes wide, lips parted.

“Jungkook where is this coming from? Talking about sex and having sex are two different things and before tonight. I mean, we hardly said two words to each other.” You replied feeling your heart hammer in your chest.

“I just- I don't know I want my first time to be with someone I can trust. Someone I know. And after tonight… I mean you stood up for me in front of an entire crowd. You could see I was uncomfortable and stepped in. You didn't shame me for being a virgin and I just, god I don't know, I want it to be with someone I like. And trust. And that's you.” He says lacing his fingers through yours as you're taken aback

He trusts you?

He likes you?

“You….like me?” You ask feeling yourself grin.

Jungkook stares you down and smiles.

“Out of all that you only took away that I like you?” He teased as you let out a breathy laugh and the tension dispels a little bit.

“Namjoon said if I dressed more confident, became more confident, maybe you would notice me. It worked tonight huh?” He said with a smirk as your jaw dropped

“And here Namjoon told me you were doing it so you could get laid! That liar!” You said, body shaking with laughter.

“Well I mean, I did ask for that too didn't I?” He said back as you stopped laughing and stared him down.

The car suddenly feels hotter

and way smaller

You felt your face heat up and realized he was serious. So serious about the whole thing.

“Namjoon has known I've liked you for… a while now. He told me that being shy won't get your attention so he helped me tonight by making me dress like this. I'm not just using you to get laid Y/N I do really like you. I think you're smart and pretty and I trust you with this.”

You swallowed hard.

“But also I want to get to know you. If you'll let me.”

Before you could form an answer Jungkook took your phone and you watched as he put his number into your contacts.

Your thoughts were going a mile a minute as he handed you back your phone. You stared down at it in disbelief as he grinned at you.

“Anyway, I should get back to the party. I'm Namjoon's ride home.” He says as you grab your bag and exit the car. Still trying to process what he just said.

“Text me yeah?” He said as you closed the door and he shot you a smile before peeling away, back to the party.

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You texted Jungkook to make sure he had made it home safe

He had responded within minutes.

He also sent you a funny meme

You sent one back

Which had you both staying up well past midnight talking and sending funny pictures and videos back and forth

He told you about his tattoos

He told you about his childhood

His parents

You shared your life with him as he shared his with you.

It was turning into a beautiful friendship and after almost a month you were as close to Jungkook as you were with Taehyung.

November was a busy month full of studying and homework. You spent most of your days in the library now anyway as your roommate and her boyfriend's idea of a break from studying was to fuck wildly in the dorm.

You knew it was part of the college experience but you wondered if at this point you should just move into the library with how much time you were starting to spend there.

It also made you think of Jungkook's

and what he asked for that night.

That specific topic has not been brought up since. However, you couldn't stop thinking about it.

About him.

He was so funny, and sweet, and kind. Even though he had this shy exterior once you got to know him he was pretty impressive and there were a couple of pictures he had sent you that you saved in your phone just in case.

Like the one of him coming out of the shower showing you his tattoo sleeve with a grin on his face.

Like he knew what he was doing to you.

But all that would have to be put on hold because exam season was fast approaching and even Tae was starting to head to the library to study more.

The weather got colder and you spent most of your days either studying, grabbing a warm drink with Tae, or when your roommate was out you would curl up on the very small dorm room couch and watch a movie, snuggled in your comfiest clothes.

Sometimes Taehyung would join you for a movie. Eating most of the snacks and talking over the whole thing, usually about how cute Jimin was.

Sometimes Jungkook would join you. He would attempt to fold himself up as small as possible to fit on the couch trying to give you space, eventually, you would cave and lay in his lap so he had room to spread his legs.

Sometimes you would go to Jimin's house. Where the group would have a movie night or game night and somehow you would always gravitate towards Jungkook. Either being on his team for a video game or sitting on the same couch as him during a movie.

Tae begged you to just ask him out at this point

Oh, how the tables have turned.

By the time December came around these hangouts were non-existent. Everyone was in study mode and you hardly had time to schedule a meet-up as your books were piled high and you were cramming as much as you could just to pass your classes before winter break.

On your last exam day, you got an early gift from your roommate. You knew she always went home for the holidays and usually left the same day as you. However this year she and her boyfriend wanted to do a mini road trip before they went home so they were leaving a couple of days earlier than usual.

You immediately texted Taehyung and voted for a movie night. One last hangout before you all go home for the holidays.

He agreed as long as he could bring Jimin

You agreed as long as you could invite Jungkook.

Jimin showed up wearing a bright red Christmas sweater and he brought loads of snacks.

Tae showed up in a green Christmas sweater giving you a kiss on the cheek and bringing some drinks

Jungkook showed up in a red short-sleeved shirt and jeans, apologizing because this was the most festive thing he owned

You didn't really care because he looked good in red.

Very good in red.

Taehyung and Jimin grabbed pillows and settled in on the floor as they got the movie set up. Jungkook got in his usual position on the couch and you followed suit, snuggling into his arms and pulling a blanket over both of you as Tae and Jimin were getting comfortable on the floor.

Halfway through the movie you shifted in your seat to get more comfortable as your right leg was starting to go numb. As you shifted Jungkook wrapped his hands around you tighter and you moved backward pushing yourself further into his lap when you felt something.

A hardness

Poking into your back.

You froze as his grip tightened around you.

“Y/N.” He whispered in your ear which caused goosebumps to break out on your arms.

You pushed back against it again and he let out a breathy grunt in your ear.

He was hard.

Very hard.

Oh.

“Y/N stop moving… please.” He whined lowly in your ear.

The movie was long forgotten as you sat there, his arms still wrapped around you, hardness still poking you as you fought the urge to shift around some more.

Finally, the movie ended and you untangled yourself from him. His boner was long gone by now but you could feel your skin flushed at the very thought of him being hard.

You jumped from the couch helping Tae clean as Jimin and Jungkook chatted.

“When are you and Jimin heading out?” You asked Tae in the kitchen as he helped you pack everything up and clean the multiple snack bowls.

“Tomorrow afternoon. I'm driving him to his house then we're celebrating apart. The relationship is too new for the whole meet the entire family thing.” Taehyung explains with a cute boxy grin.

You could tell he was over the moon to be with Park Jimin and you were happy for him.

“What about you? When are you and Jungkook making it official?” He teases back and you shush him and shoot a glance at the living room.

Before you can answer Jimin comes into the small kitchen and wraps his arms around Tae saying that he was sleepy and was ready to go home.

Jungkook offers to help you clean the rest as they both put on their coats and say their goodbyes. Giving you hugs and wishing you Happy Holidays as they leave.

Suddenly it's just you and Jungkook

and you feel nervous.

He begins busying himself with cleaning the living room as you assist him. Neither of you spoke as you cleaned up blankets and pillows and the leftover chips Taehyung spilled when he was leaning in to kiss Jimin.

You could feel this invisible tension in the room as you both worked in silence. The dorms were pretty quiet because most people had gone home for the holidays and you almost wished there was some kind of noise.

“Listen I want to say I'm sorry,” Jungkook said breaking the silence as you put a pillow back on the couch and stared at him

“I just. I didn't mean to freak you out. It's just… you were in my lap… and moving around and it just kind of happened. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable” He admitted shyly looking at the floor.

You stared at him in disbelief.

You weren't uncomfortable at all

You were horny

For him.

“Jungkook.” You breathed as you stepped towards him.

“I'm not uncomfortable at all. Random hard ons are natural you know.” You all but whisper feeling your heart rate start to pick up.

“Well, I wouldn't say it was random Y/N. You in those tight leggings and that sweater, fuck. You look so hot… and then you were squirming in my lap… I mean… God.” He says running a hand through his dark hair.

You looked down at your outfit and almost laughed.

You were just wearing a plain forest green sweater and black leggings.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He admits with a shy smile which has you leaning in closer, breath fanning over your face.

“Have you kissed anyone before?” You ask voice low as he wraps his hands around your upper arms bringing you closer.

“Yeah.”

“Kiss me.” You all but sigh as he pulls you in and his lips connect with yours.

His kisses are soft and gentle. He takes his time pressing his lips into yours and his fingertips massage your upper arms.

You step closer so you are pushed right up against his body as he leans down and deepens the kiss. Tongue darting out to lick at the seam of your lips.

You open your mouth and let him take his time exploring you. His hands now rubbing up and down your arms.

All the days and weeks of talking, flirting, and getting to know each other poured out into this kiss.

You reach up and tangle your hands through his hair as he lets out a content sigh in your mouth. He walks you backwards so you are now pressed up against the wall next to the door, his body towering over you and caging you in as the kisses become more needy, and frantic.

You want to rip off his clothes and devour him whole. But you also know he is new to this whole thing and you want to take it slow. Make it good for him. Make it good for both of you.

You can once again feel his hardness poke against your hip and you grind down into it which has sweet moans falling from his lips.

You push your body into him harder as the kiss gets more aggressive. He is biting at your lips and pushing into you, his body covering yours as you can feel your stomach swoop and wetness coat your underwear.

You slowed down the kisses and Jungkook followed suit as you slowly pulled away and couldn't hide the grin that spread over your face.

He looked absolutely fucked out

Just from a kiss

His lips were red and slightly bruised, his eyes were wide, his hair was a mess and he was hard, so obviously achingly hard in his jeans.

You were sure you didn't look much better.

“Do you want to…?” You asked staring at him.

He nodded pulling up his shirt in haste and nearly getting it stuck over his head.

You smiled and shook your head as you helped him out of his sweater.

Sure you had seen him shirtless before, mostly in pictures but seeing it in real life was totally different. He was so toned and beautiful and you wanted to stand here for a lifetime taking him in.

“My eyes are up here.” He teased you as you finally broke your gaze from his chest and felt a blush creep up your neck.

“Jungkook are you sure you want to?” You ask softly taking his hands in yours and looking him in the eye.

“I've wanted to since that night at the party Y/N. God, I want to so bad. Please let me fuck you.” He replies which has your pussy aching.

“There are things we should do first before we dive right in.” You explain to him as he nods, teeth biting into his lower lip in anticipation.

“Please. Show me. Teach me.” He says, voice tinged with desperation as you bring a hand up to his arm and spin him around so he is now the one pressed up against the wall.

Jungkook lets out a shaky breath as you trail your hand down his chest. Down, down, down you go as his eyes follow your every move.

You give him some more pressure and his hips buck up into your hand.

His skin is soft but taut under your warm palm as you slowly bring your hand to rest on his waistline.

His breath hitches when you go lower, pressing your palm into his erection which has him twitching against you. Head thrown back against the wall and a pretty whine slipped from his lips.

“God you're so big.” You whisper which has his eyes closing and his head thrown back.

“You can't say stuff like that Y/N…god.” He admits as you bring your hand up to unbutton his jeans.

“And why not?” You tease as you shimmy his jeans down and he helps you. Kicking them off and flinging them somewhere in the room.

“Because it's so hot to hear you say that and I'm scared I'm gonna cum in my pants.” He says with a hint of shyness as you stare at him.

“I'm sorry I know you expect me to last long but when you say shit like that and do shit like that. Fuck. I don't think I will be able to.”

You smile as you palm him through the thin material of his boxers. Watching as his cock jumps into your hand.

“Jungkook I have no expectations. This is your first time and our first time together. Believe me. I'm gonna make you cum more than once. Don't worry about having to last.” You say as his eyes widen and you stare up at him.

“Fuck your perfect. Do you know how perfect you are?” He says pulling you in for a kiss. Pushing his erection into you to get some relief as you swallow down his moans.

“You have to tell me if you want me to stop or if there is anything you don't like.” You say firmly, teasing the hem of his boxers.

He nods as you finally pull them down and his erection springs free.

His cock is thick and red as you take it in. It slaps up against his stomach and you watch as pre-cum oozes out the tip and down his shaft.

You feel your body ache for him and try to push the feeling aside.

This is about him right now.

You slowly bring your hand up to your mouth as you lick your palm, getting it wet before wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock and he lets out a shaky moan as you begin to stroke him slowly. His eyes are blown wide and glued to your hand and how it is moving smoothly across his velvety cock.

“Good?” You ask as you twist your hand at the top which has him twitching in your grasp.

“So good.” He confirms.

You keep him pinned against the wall as you continue to stroke him. Watching as his breath gets heavier and his teeth gnaw at his lower lip. You want to suck him off. You really do. So you pull away and grab his hand. Bringing him towards the couch and having him sit down.

You grab a pillow for under your knees and when Jungkook realizes what you are about to do he lets out a shaky breath and runs a hand through his hair, messing up his now sweaty locks.

“Wanna suck you off.” You mutter as Jungkook groans above you.

“Is that okay?” You ask and he lets out a little laugh

“Y/N at this point yes to everything. Absolutely anything.” He replies as you stare at him.

“Jungkook this is your first time. I need to know you want this. Consent is important.” You say firmly sitting back on your heels and staring up at him.

“I- shit sorry I just. Your right. Yes, you can suck me off.” He stammers as you smile up at him.

“Good boy.” You say as you watch his cock twitch against your cheek.

You stop your movements

and make eye contact with him

He is a blushing mess

and his cock is absolutely oozing pre-cum

“You like being called a good boy?” You ask with a knowing smirk.

“I…shit. Yes? Maybe? I don't know I can't think straight with you that close to my cock.” He utters as you finally slip him in your mouth.

You wish you could have recorded the moan that fell from his lips when you finally swallowed him down.

It was the sweetest thing you had ever heard.

Your hand came up to accompany your mouth as you jerked him off and sucked him down.

Jungkook was a mess above you.

His thighs were shaking and he was whining and moaning. His hands tangled in your hair to keep it pulled back and when he pulled a little bit too hard, you moaned around his length.

Your hand sped up along his shaft as you worked him toward orgasm. His body shook above you as you sucked and slobbered all over his cock.

“Gonna. Fuck. Please. Keep going.” He whined out as you work harder and stroked him faster, feeling his cock throb against your tongue knowing he was close and wanting to be the one to push him over the edge.

Y/N.” He warns, as you as you keep going.

“Y/N I'm gonna cum.” He warns you again as you pull your lips off him and stare up into his beautifully fucked out face.

“Wanna cum in my mouth?” You ask as he grips your hair tighter and you don't give him time to respond as you wrap your lips around his cock once more and suck him off as he groans and cums down your throat.

He must have been very pent up because the cum absolutely coated your tongue and you took your time slowing down your movements and breathing through your nose as you worked him through his orgasm.

He was breathing heavily above you and let out a soft wine as you pulled off his cock and swallowed his load.

You opened your mouth to show him and he raked a shaky hand down his sweaty face.

“You're going to be the death me of Y/N, I swear.” He mutters.

You moved the pillows from your knees and sat on the couch next to him. Cuddling him softly and letting him catch his breath.

He kept his head thrown back and eyes shut which gave you great access to his neck, where you were placing soft kisses against the skin.

“Y/N fuck.” He finally breathed out as he opened his eyes to look at you.

You smiled at him

You switched positions so you were now straddling his thighs as you started to kiss him. Your body is thrumming with need as his hands are playing with the hem of your shirt.

You nod against him, answering an unspoken question as he slowly lifts the material up and over your head.

You feel shy as he takes in your almost naked upper body.

You were glad you opted for a sleek black bra today.

His hands come around your body to unclasp the bra and once he gets it off he takes you in.

You sigh happily as you feel his lips explore your body.

His hands are wrapped around your waist holding you in place as he takes his time with you.

He slowly flicks your right nipple and you let out a high-pitched whine as you can feel him grin against your skin.

You start to grind against him as he licks and sucks your nipples. Wetness pools against your underwear as you grind harder against his thigh, desperate to relieve some of the throbbing.

“Can I take these off?” He asks as he motions to your leggings.

You stand up on shaky legs and nod as he peels them down your thighs.

He sucks in a breath as he takes you in.

“Should we go to your room?” He asks cocking an eyebrow as you nod and he lifts himself from the couch. His cock already starting to harden again as you make your way to your room and shut the door.

You turn on your bedside lamp and flop on the bed as Jungkook settles between your open thighs.

He can see the wetness that has stained your underwear and groans under his breath.

You waste no time in taking them off and throwing them in the room. Jungkook's eyes widen as he takes in your soaked core.

“Jungkook. Please.” You whine out desperate for him to do something.

Jungkook takes his time running his hands up and down your thighs as you spread yourself wider for him.

He moves his hands to rub along your lower stomach and you whine and buck your hips up, your core throbbing almost uncomfortably at this point.

“What do you want baby?” He asks.

“You. Please. Touch me.” You whine out as his fingers finally dip down into your folds and a broken moan escapes your lips as he brings your wetness up to your clit.

“Here?” He asks and you nod desperately as he begins to slowly circle your clit.

His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as he rubs you slowly. His touch is feather-light and almost hesitant which has you wining out for more.

“Jungkook. More pressure. Harder please.” You beg as he speeds up his movements, which have you arching off the bed, eyes rolling back and hands grasping at the sheets below.

He works at a steady pace. You can feel your legs start to shake as he slowly pushes a finger against your entrance. Starting at you for permission.

You nod frantically and when he finally inserts a finger you both swear in unison as your tight walls clamp around his digit.

“More. If you're gonna fuck me I'm gonna need more.” You reply as he slowly shoves in another finger and you feel the slight burn as your body stretches to accommodate him.

Jungkook takes his time working you. His finger still playing with your clit as he slowly thrusts his other fingers inside of you.

Whines and moans are spilling from your lips as you feel a tight coil of pressure snake around your body.

You can feel the beginning of your orgasm and you beg him for more.

He does as he's told and begins to finger fuck you with more force. Which has your body arching off the bed and your knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets harder.

“Cum for me princess. Cum around my fingers.” He mutters as you feel the coil get tighter and tighter. You are on the edge and when he curls his fingers and rubs up against the spot inside you so nicely you let go.

Your body thrashes on the bed as you tip over the edge and cum hard all over his fingers. Jungkook works you through it whispering sweet praise which you can hardly hear over the blood pounding in your ears as you feel euphoria radiate off your body.

He feels you coming down from your high and pulls his fingers out. Not really sure what to do with the wetness he decides to lick it up which has a small moan leaving your lips as you watch him with lust-blown eyes.

Once he is finished he cuddles beside you, just as you did for him as he strokes your hair and whispers sweet nothings in your ear until you come down.

Your hands are shaky as you curl up next to him. Burying your face in his bare chest letting your breathing settle.

“Fuck. Are you sure you've never done that before?” You ask as he lets out a laugh and presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“I think you're a liar Jeon Jungkook. There is no way you haven't done that before. What the fuck.” You whine out as you lift your head to look at him.

He is grinning widely and you still stare at him in disbelief.

“That was my first time. And god you were so hot.” He replies as you stare into his eyes, taking him in wanting to remember this moment.

“Still wanna fuck you though.” He mutters lowly as he grinds his now hard cock into your side, you grin at him before leaning over to your bedside table and grabbing a condom and lube.

He sits up and watches as you tear open the packet. Your hands slightly shaking with nerves as you roll it down on his hard cock.

You apply lube and spread it evenly trying to calm your own breathing.

“How do you want it?” You ask

“I…shit however you want it. Whatever is easiest. I just wanna be inside you.” Jungkook replies as you feel your pussy throb at his words.

“Maybe I'll be on top. Just to get used to your size. You're fucking massive.” You groan as Jungkook's cock twitches against your hand.

“Told you you can't say shit like that.”

You throw a leg over him as you guide his cock to your entrance.

His breathing is already heavy as you slowly sink down, letting the head of his cock slip in and stretch you out.

Even though he did prep you the sting is still there as you sink down on him. Taking your time and taking deep breaths as you go.

He is stroking your hair and breathing deeply as you finally take him all the way down. You shift your hips back slightly to get more comfortable and Jungkook lets out a grunt as his hands come down to rest on your hips holding you steady.

You still your movements and stare at him.

His eyes were blown wide and his lips parted. As if he can't believe this is happening.

You can't believe it's happening yourself.

You feel full to the brim with his cock as you wait for your body to adjust. You can't help but squeeze against him which has him whining and gripping your hips harder.

“You're so tight. Fuck.” He moans out as you bury your face in his neck and let out a shaky breath.

You slowly start to move up and down, trying to get used to the delicious stretch as you keep your face pressed into his neck, pressing hot kisses against the skin as you slowly grind against him.

“Fuck feels s'good.” He slurs out as you begin to pick up the pace, finally feeling the burn start to subside which was replaced with a neediness that you had never experienced before

Jungkook shifts his hips and starts fucking up into you. The tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot and causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.

“Fuck you're so wet. So tight. Fuck. Shit.” He grits out as he fucks up into you with more force this time. You grind down to meet his thrusts as moans spill from both his and your lips.

You feel the coil of pressure start to build and you know you aren't going to last long.

Not with the sounds Jungkook is making

Not with the way he is thrusting up into you

Not with the way the bed is thumping against the wall.

“Can I go harder?” He asks and you nod desperately as in one swift moment he flips you both over and pins you against the bed.

You let out a gasp as you watch him fuck into you. His hips snapped to meet yours, grunts and moans falling from his lips as he chases his high.

His hair is falling into his face and he never looked more beautiful.

You could feel your orgasm fast approaching and you snaked your arm between your sweaty bodies as you scrambled to find your clit.

Jungkook was fucking you deeply. His balls were slapping against you and by the sounds that were spilling from his mouth you could tell he was close too.

“Not gonna last much longer. Y/N. Fuck.” He moaned out as you rubbed your clit and just his words sent you over the edge.

You whined and arched your body up to his as your orgasm washed over you. Your pussy clenched around his cock as you rode out your high. Your eyes were shut tight and you could still feel Jungkook thrusting up into you as you clenched harder around him.

“Gonna cum, need to cum.” He whined in your ear as you finally came down from your high and watched as he fucked you harder.

His hands prying your legs open wider as he rammed into you.

Your body was still sensitive from your orgasm as you watched him, not being able to tear your eyes away from how hot he looked.

“Cum for me Kook. Be a good boy and cum deep in my pussy.” You whined out as that sent him over the edge and you felt his cock twitch and empty inside the condom.

You did your best to squeeze your muscles as your body milked his.

Jungkook flopped down on top of you with ragged breathing as you both came down from your high.

You stoked his hair as he laid on your chest, cock now softening inside of you as you stared up at the ceiling.

Felling good.

Feeling very well fucked.

He slowly pulled out of you and you whined as he sat up to throw the condom away.

You went to the bathroom and came back with a warm towel as you cleaned the both of you up.

As you were cleaning around the base of his now soft cock Jungkook grabbed your hand.

“Y/N I like you. I like you a lot. Please be my girlfriend.” He asked staring up at you.

You threw the towel at your hamper and cuddled next to him, naked bodies intertwined.

“Thought you'd never ask.” You said pressing a kiss to his temple before you both fell into a post-orgasmic sleep.

Star Crossed

Again, another banner made by yours truly.

But this little baby has been in my wips for probably two and half years so please take it easy if you notice a change in writing style.

But I hope you enjoy it regardless!

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: College!AU, Theatre!AU, Romance, Smut.

Warnings: Profanity, drunken escapades (not like bad, kookie just drinks and is a little disorderly), smut in the forms of: Oral (f receiving), protected sex (it's possible in my writing), dirty talk, Sir usage, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Virgin!Reader, Fuckboy jungkook. (If I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 20.7k (Haha, I can do it you see).

“For the final project of this class, the entire theatre class will be putting on a production of the classic Shakespearean play, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. You will be graded on your performance and cooperation with fellow classmates. As well as your delivery of your lines and dedication to the role,” your teacher droned on.

This was what you had been waiting for since the semester began. Seeing as how you were one of the few Performing Arts majors in the class. The only other one being your friend Taehyung, who was equally excited at the announcement. The rest of the class groaned in annoyance. The thought of having to be in a play in a drama class somehow putting them off.

“Now, we’ve placed all the male roles into one hat and the female roles in another hat. My TA’s will be coming around and you will be selecting your roles at random. No switching, I’ll know if you do. Rina, Jin, please pass out the roles and take yours as well,” Mrs. Abernathy announced.

“Who do you want to get?” Taehyung asked as everyone began selecting their roles.

“Probably Lady Capulet or someone like that. There aren’t that many large roles, for females anyways. I’d die if I was Nurse or someone like that,” you joked.

“I’d like to be Mercutio or Benvolio, one of the Montagues,” Taehyung mused. You nodded in agreement. Taehyung would suit either role he suggested. He had a very youthful air to him on stage, perhaps he would fit Mercutio the best.

When the last of the characters were being passed out, a large bang came from the door. Mrs. Abernathy rolled her eyes and stood from the front of the stage to the doors. The push handle clanged awkwardly as the aged wood revealed Jeon Jungkook. Resident fuck boy and religious party goer.

He actually showed up today, imagine that. Perhaps the idea of failing the class finally sunk into his thick, coconut skull.

“Dude looks like he had sex with a tornado,” Taehyung commented as he took his role from the hat.

“The bigger University on the other side of town had a massive party last night, what else did you expect from the Jeon Jungkook?” you teased. Taehyung snickered and Jungkook gave a lazy smile to Mrs. Abernathy as he no doubt tried to charm his way out of another knock to his participation grade.

“Dude! I got Benvolio, sick,” Taehyung smiled brightly.

“That’s awesome, you’re gonna do amazing,” you grinned, smacking his shoulder.

“Y/N, you have to pick a name,” Rina said, holding the hat out to you.

“Well there’s only one piece left so, let’s hope for the best,” you said, reaching your hand in.

Jin had made his way over to Jungkook and held out the scrap of paper towards him. “It’s your role,” he explained.

“Role for what?”

You scoffed and Jungkook turned his attention to you.

“Our final grade. We have to put on a performance of the Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet,” you chastised.

“Oh shit, that blows,” he announced. A few classmates laughed, but most just remained silent.

“Mr. Jeon, you’ve already disrupted us with your tardiness. Snide remarks aside, why don’t you tell the class who you’ll be portraying?”

Jungkook took the paper Jin handed to him and he unraveled it slowly.

You were going to laugh if it said Peter or Tybalt. Both roles suited him perfectly.

“The role, Mr. Jeon?”

“Romeo Montague,” he said.

The whole room went deathly quiet.

“Are you fucking kidding me? A part of our grade rests on that fucker?” Taehyung whispered to you.

“I feel bad for the girl who has to play Juliet,” you said. Taehyung nodded in agreement.

“Well congratulations, Mr. Jeon. You have the honor of playing one of our famous star crossed lovers. Would the young lady portraying Juliet please raise her hand?” Mrs. Abernathy scanned the crowd. You were otherwise preoccupied, opening the folded paper with patience.

Juliet Capulet.

“What the fuck?” you exclaimed, standing up in horror.

“Miss Y/N!” You immediately shut up and sat down, biting your lip in embarrassment. The last thing you needed was attention.

“You should raise your hand, you’ve got the leading lady,” Taehyung stated. With a mute nod you raised your hand above your head.

“Disregarding your outburst, I am pleased to know that you are our leading lady, Miss Y/N. Jungkook, she is the best student in this class so I expect you to model yourself after her,” Mrs. Abernathy said.

“You got it,” he said, resting his eyes on you like a lion on a giselle. You bit your lip harder and tried to keep your annoying biological responses at bay.

“I’m so fucked.”

---

The rest of class passed by without much of a problem. Taehyung had to keep you in your seat most of the class, due to the fact you had to have the campus man whore as your partner for this masterpiece. The words of Shakespeare are wasted on him.

As the clock ticked into place, Mrs. Abernathy dismissed you. Taehyung was gathering his things when you saw Jungkook slip out of class unnoticed.

“Oh that sneaky bitch!” you whispered, rushing after him.

You made it into the hall and found Jungkook talking to a girl. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. She smiled so brightly when he spoke to her, you wondered what he could be saying that would make her so happy.

“Jungkook!” you yelled in a girlytone.

The beautiful specimen before him gave you an odd look then back to Jungkook. She gave him a disgusted grimace before stalking away with her perfect looking legs.

“Why did you do that?” he asked as you approached.

“Cause, we’re going to be busy for the next three months working on this performance project. No time to be getting distracted with members of the opposite sex. Or the same sex, whatever floats your boat,” you stated. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Look, I appreciate that you’re here cause you want me to succeed or whatever-”

“What the fuck are you smoking?” you asked, giving him a confused expression.

“Huh? Is that not why you’re here? Because you want to help the lost puppy?” he said, gesturing to himself.

You looked at him for a moment before bursting into hysterics. Jungkook looked at you with mild confusion and concern as he watched your form shake with laughter. Tears were welling up in your eyes with how hard you were laughing at his statement.

“Dude, if it wasn’t for all of our grades riding on this performance I would find it tremendously amusing to watch you crash and burn. However, if you had shown up on time, you would’ve heard our grading scale,” you said, wiping some tears away.

“Grading scale? Thought we just had to put on the performance?”

You sighed and shook your head. “Jungkook, if you really think Mrs. Abernathy would roll over and give us our grade on a silver platter then you truly have been smoking the entire semester. We’re graded on cooperation, performance, delivery and dedication. If you fuck up in any part of this, it reflects badly on all of our performance grades. If one leg of the table gets kicked out, then the rest of the legs are weakened,” you said, giving an example for good measure.

“You think I care?”

You were stunned.

“Do you truly think so little of everyone else that our final grades and futures mean nothing to you?” you stated for confirmation.

“Listen babe,” he said, leaning against the pillar. “I’ve got a thousand other things I’d rather be doing than sitting in the library with a bunch of virgins reading Shakespeare,” he announced.

“There’s no way someone could be that cruel. Jeon Jungkook, I want you to prove me wrong. We’re all meeting in the library tomorrow night around eight for a short rehearsal. Taehyung bet me twenty bucks you weren’t going to show,” you said.

“Looks like you’re going to be out twenty bucks,” he said, standing and beginning to walk away.

“H-How could I change your mind?” you asked, hoping that you sounded more confident than you felt. Jungkook’s frame stilled, before turning quickly.

“Change my mind? Oh, well... I guess since I lost my fuck for the night, you could replace her and I’ll be more than happy to show up tomorrow night,” he said, walking closer.

“W-what? Are you serious?” you asked as Jungkook managed to trap you against the very pillar he was leaning against earlier. He eyed you up and down, then looked into your eyes for a moment. Your breath caught and you tried to look away...

However, it was no use. Jungkook was a fuck boy for a reason... He was God damn beautiful to behold. Forget beauty being in the eye of the beholder. Anyone who didn’t think he was a piece of fucking art was blind.

“Maybe not, don’t really like stiff girls in bed,” he said, throwing a wink in for good measure. With that he was away from you and the air seemed to thin. You were panting ever so slightly, which made you even more ashamed.

“You’re truly an asshole Jeon Jungkook... And you haven’t changed at all,” you whispered, turning to walk back into the classroom.

---

Entering the library, Namjoon was the first to greet you as you all congregated around the tabled section of the room.

“Hey guys, have either of you seen Jungkook?” he asked, looking towards the doors. You scoffed and shook your head.

“He was very set in not showing his face here tonight,” you said with a bitter tone.

“Even if all of our grades depend on it?” Namjoon said with an incredulous look on his face.

“And we don’t have understudies, so, we’re genuinely fucked if Romeo doesn’t show up for Romeo and Juliet,” Taehyung groaned.

“Peace dear Benvolio, for we shall await Romeo in his tardiness,” you joked. Taehyung managed to crack a smile before the rest of you went to sit down.

The night dragged on and Jungkook showed no sign of turning up.

Everyone seemed to relax into their roles and reading became rather even, you were feeling rather confident...

Until a certain drunkard disrupted the scene.

“Jullllietttt,” Jungkook’s tipsy tone rang out.

“Ah, come on man,” Jimin said, looking up from his role as Count Paris.

“I’m here to rehearse, y’know, shaking spear or something,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

“Dude he’s fucking wasted,” Namjoon groaned.

“Taehyung, you might want to hold my hands down or get a camera out before I beat his ass,” you growled.

“What was all that talk about peace earlier?” Taehyung questioned as he grabbed your hand.

“Ooooh, look! Juliet!” Jungkook announced, turning to you.

“You might not want to get close to her,” Taehyung warned with a teasing tone.

“But she is my lady and my bride! Do I not have rights to see my beloved?”

Seokjin approached and finally grabbed a hold of Jungkook by the wrist.

“Jungkook, you’re drunk. We need to get you home and in bed before you do something you’ll regret,” he warned. Jungkook simply grinned.

“Do you think I haven’t done enough to regret already? Why do you think I’m drunk?” The room got quiet and Seokjin cleared his throat.

“Come on, Jungkook. Let’s get you home,” Jin said.

“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” Jungkook whispered, looking at you before stumbling out with Jin. The room was deathly quiet. However, everyone soon was over their shock and began to collect their items.

You couldn’t figure out why, but your heart was racing.

* * *

The next morning you found a very hungover Jungkook standing outside of the auditorium. He had sunglasses on and a black hoodie, making him look like the depiction of a My Chemical Romance fan from 2009. You sighed and attempted to walk past him, before his hand snatched your wrist.

“Hey,” he whispered, throat obviously dry from the mass amounts of drinking.

“You sound, smell and look like shit Jeon. What?” you asked, taking your wrist back from the warmth of his palm.

“So, uh... When would the next rehearsal be? S-so I know to avoid it, obviously,” he stated, horribly might you add.

“Jungkook, I honestly don’t know who you think I am but this is the worst attempt at subtlety I’ve ever seen in my life,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead.

“Fine, maybe I want to come and watch you all recite stupid shakespeare to each other for two hours,” he defended.

“I can literally feel my brain cells dying from this conversation, goodbye Jungkook,” you said, going to head into the room when he gripped your shoulder and pushed you against the cafeteria doors, out of sight from the auditorium.

Your heart leapt to your throat as he took off his sunglasses and revealed a deep, purpling bruise that made your stomach shift uncomfortably. Slowly, you lifted your hand to grazed his wounded flesh, before you caught your slight of hand. Brushing it off and pushing him away, you steeled your nerves.

“What the fuck has gotten into you? You’ve barely paid attention to me, any of us for the past four years, why change that now, Jungkook?” you asked, thinking back on his absence in classes and mainly sarcastic comments directed at others than yourself.

“I fucked up,” he whispered, looking down at your feet.

“On what?” you asked, wondering what any of this had to do with you.

“M-My scholarship for this school. If I fuck up another class, then I’m out. Done. Game over. My mom would be devastated if it happened, I can’t... Not to her,” he sighed. “I fucked it up, so I wanna fix it. But I can’t do it alone. My other classes it was a matter of showing up and actually doing shit. But this one, this one requires everyone, and I treated it like a game,” he said.

“You did, so why are you asking for help now? After all that you said to us, do you really think that any of us would help you?” you questioned.

“You always helped people back in highschool... Even if they didn’t deserve it, I remember,” Jungkook announced.

You swallowed thick. He did recall your weakness.

Watching others suffer made you sick. If there was something you could do in your power, it would be done. You never left someone behind, ever. He caught you out.

“I’m not like I was in highschool,” you tried, not even believing your own voice.

“Maybe not entirely, but moral integrity doesn’t change easily,” Jungkook reminded, sounded wiser than usual.

“I-I said-”

“You said it to me, back in the day when I believed I was nothing and treated everyone else like nothing. But I’ve attempted to change. Not that I’ve been wholly successful, but a try is a try right? So, give me a chance. Please, I don’t want to lose the one good thing I have going for me,” he pleaded.

“Jungkook,” you started.

“I’ll give you everything I’ve got, I promise to take it seriously. Just, work with me,” he begged.

“Fine-”

“Yes! Thanks! I’ll see you guys at the next rehearsal-”

“Jungkook!”

You yelled but he was already down the hall and too far away from your voice. You couldn’t help but feel played. He knew your weakness and exploited it to get what he wanted.

No, moral integrity took great effort to change. However, that relies on the person having morals to begin with.

* * *

That night as home, Taehyung sat on your couch eating your Doritos like the motherfucker he was.

“Tae, I don’t recall saying help yourself to my fucking Doritos,” you growled from the small kitchen.

“I recall you being a bitch about your food so I decided to scavenge and found a gold mine. Sorry you’re just now noticing,” he retorted. You frowned at his logic and decided to let it be. If you didn’t the sassy bitch would never forget it.

“Be that way,” you pouted, grabbing your freshly brewed coffee in a cracked mug. But it would have to do, because drinking coffee at 11:30 at night out of a bowl is pretty degrading.

Taehyung had originally come over to help you practice your lines and then do- “help” you with your algebra 2 homework... However, he’d more than likely get frustrated with your lack of understanding and do it for you. At least, that’s what you were banking on.

“Do you think Jungkook will show up on Thursday?” he asked, out of the blue as you sat down next to him.

“I fairly certain he made himself clear,” you stated, the conversation from earlier still not sitting well with you.

“I just can’t believe that someone could be that much of a dick! Like, for real. How many people have fucked him over in his life that he feels the need to fuck this many over now? I wanna kick him in his spleen,” Taehyung declared.

“Spleen huh? Odd place to kick,” you said.

“Bet he couldn’t find his spleen,” he huffed.

“Can you find yours?” you asked. Taehyung whined and shoved your shoulder before laying down on the couch.

“I hope he proves us wrong about him though,” Taehyung whispered, absentmindedly.

“Me too,” you breathed.

* * *

Wednesday night rolled around, you stood at your counter in the library where you volunteered. Honestly, it was free Wifi and putting books away half the time. That wasn’t such a bad gig. However, tonight was especially slow, and your mind was beginning to numb itself.

You hadn’t seen anybody come in the library for the past two hours, as it was reaching the late moments of the night. The time when people curled into their beds and fell into the blissful escape of sleep. Yet, here you were, caffeine fueled delirium sat behind the desk with dark circles that enslaved your features.

Trying to study your lines while keeping yourself awake was proving to be difficult.

Especially when the sounds started. It wasn’t frequent and there didn’t seem to be any kind of rhythm to it, but it was there most definitely.

And it was pissing you off beyond belief.

What made you furious was the next sound.

“Ah, Jungkook!” a girl’s voice mewled from towards the back.

“Shh!” A hurried whisper responded.

Oh that fucking degenerate.

You shoved your desk chair back and stormed towards the nonfiction section. When you arrived, there Jungkook was, his hands down an undergrad skirt and his tongue down her throat. You crossed your arms and stuck your tongue in your cheek out of irritation.

“Excuse me,” you announced yourself. The girl pulled away and looked like a poor deer caught in headlights. Obviously, it wasn’t her idea to get frisky in the library at almost midnight.

“O-Oh! I’m so sorry!” she yelped, bowing her head frantically.

“Sup, Y/N?” Jungkook said, pushing his hair back off his forehead.

“As much as I appreciate the fact that you’re showing the nonfiction books some kind of action, this isn’t what we meant,” you stated.

“Unfortunately we misunderstood,” he quipped.

“B-But-”

“You’re fine, just go home dear,” you said to the panicked younger woman. She nodded before adjusting her skirt and collecting her purse and running out of the library.

“Yet another fuck you’ve lost for me, I’m going to expect reimbursement,” he smirked.

“Oh spare me,” you said, rolling your eyes. “What are you doing in the library with a girl? Thought your scholarships were at risk?” you bit back.

“Two tests today that I aced thanks to that young lady, I was just repaying her for her tutoring skills,” he winked. You resisted the urge to slap him, rubbing your temples to ease the dull ache that was appearing.

“Jungkook, I don’t care what you do in your free time. Dick down all the girls or guys you want, but not in the fucking library,” you growled.

“You just called it a fucking library, don’t give me ideas,” Jungkook warned.

“Listen, if you take furthering your education as a joke then so be it. But a majority of us here don’t, so don’t fuck with other people and pester them. Don’t get them in trouble because of your weird voyeuristic fetish. Get out or actually study something,” you said before turning to walk away.

“Are you available for study?” he tested.

“Depends, can I cut you open and see what happened to the brain in your skull, if it’s still there?” you questioned.

“So feisty, but perhaps I should clarify. I need help with my lines, are you available for study sessions? I recall you saying you’d help me.”

“First, you refused to take responsibility for your role as Romeo, then you exploit a weakness of mine to get what you want, then I catch you in the library attempting to get at it with a lowerclassmen, and now you ask for my help... Honestly, is there a brain in your head or is it just sort of... empty?”

Jungkook chuckled before coming closer, towering over you in an intimidating fashion. You felt fear spike into your throat. What was he doing?

“If you want an apology for my behavior, you can have one. I’m sorry I was a prick and put my wants over the common good, and am now only trying to do right by it because my future was threatened by my actions. However, did I not say I would give it my best shot? I meant that, but you’re helping everyone else but me... That seems a smidge like bias if I’ve ever seen it,” Jungkook tutted.

“Rehearsal is tomorrow night if you want-”

“Not my scene,” he joked softly. “No, I want private lessons from you, Miss Teacher’s Pet. Because you’re the best, and I want the best,” he sighed.

“You’re so fucking egotistical, if you think that statement will make me more willing to aid you, then you have lost your damn mind. No, Jungkook. I’ll help you like everyone else, at practice,” you stated firmly.

He leaned back and sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“What would it take to change your mind?” he offered, raising an eyebrow.

“Jungkook-”

“I’m serious, I’ll give you anything you want if you just tutor me privately,” he said, speaking in earnest.

“Why do you want me to tutor you so bad? Isn’t there a sluttier underclassmen you could seduce to read Romeo and Juliet with you?” you said impatient.

“Nah, I’d get distracted. With you, I know none of my charms work, so it’s easier because then you won’t be begging for me before we’re halfway through an act,” he explained.

“Oh my God-”

“Jungkook is fine,” he teased.

“Fine, if you want me to tutor you privately then so be it. But, in exchange I need your dedication,” you started.

“Deal-”

“Ah ah, you didn’t let me finish Jeon,” you warned.

“You want dedication you’ve got it! Not a problem!” he said.

“No sex, hook ups or parties until the final curtain of our performance. You can have sex with whatever after that. But you are easily distracted by women, booze and overall debauchery. So to curb that, if you want me to tutor you, you’ll follow that rule,” you announced.

Jungkook paled. The sight made you want to laugh. “Y-You’re not serious right? This is just a sick joke,” he asked.

“The only sick joke is the fact you think I’m kidding. I’m serious Jungkook, you’ll only get distracted by all of that. It’s two months,” you soothed.

“My dick will fall off! Can I at least get like blow jobs or something like that?” he pleaded.

“I think I made myself clear,” you stated.

“Jesus fuck, don’t you know how bad that’s gonna suck? Seriously, blue balls will be a worse distraction!” he complained.

“W-well I’m sure you’ll live,” you stated, flushing. Jungkook seemed to examine you closer before breaking into a wide grin.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked, getting closer.

“N-No,” you lied. “And it’s none of your business anyways. Do we have a deal or not?” you asked. Jungkook sighed before nodding.

“You drive a hard bargain, Y/N, but a deal you have. I won’t dick down the campus until after the final curtain. And you’ll tutor me privately?” he said, sticking his hand out. You pushed it away before looking him in the eye.

“I promise.”

* * *

“I can’t believe that you agreed to do something so nice for that fucking asshole,” Taehyung whined as you two walked through the grocery store.

“Because, the guy needs to know what it’s like to work hard for something. Trust me, I’m not going to make it easy for him,” you snarled. “The fucker is going to pay for acting like an entitled piece of shit,” you said.

“But, if you hate his guts so much, don’t you think that’s going to show in your performance?” Taehyung questioned, heading towards the chips. Smacking his hands you shook your head.

“I am an incredible actress thank you very much,” you stated, reaching for the ramyeon packages on the shelves.

“Are you seriously buying more of those sodium bombs? You’re already salty enough as it is,” Taehyung declared.

“Coming from the one who doesn’t pay my rent and doesn’t pay for my groceries and still manages to eat a majority of my food,” you growled. Taehyung bowed his head out of fear then pouted.

“Can you at least get the chicken ones?” he begged.

“Are you kidding? I’m no sadist,” you said, throwing the chicken packages into the cart.

Taehyung seemed appeased.

The rest of the trip seemed to go off without a hitch, until you spotted something that bothered you in the check out line.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking-” you growled before Taehyung managed to grab your arms.

There was Jeon Jungkook, dressed in his typical playboy-esque button down with almost half the buttons open, a girl at his side and a packet of condoms in his grasp.

“Easy, Y/N, we’re in public and neither of us have the bail money to get you out of jail this month,” Taehyung warned. You ripped your arms away and trudged towards the feminine hygiene section.

This was utter bullshit. Jeon Jungkook looked you dead in the eye and lied to you. Right to your fucking face and here he was getting condoms so he could continue on his escapades while you were supposedly none the wiser! You had a job, you had other things to do than worry about his grades and his life! So why the fuck did he think he had the right to walk all over your kindness?

Gripping the container in your hands you shoved past the people and made your way to the cocky bastard with your point in hand.

“Jeon Jungkook!” you growled, throwing the pregnancy test down at the checkout, along with his condoms.

“Uh hey, Y/N-”

“I expect you to pay for this, since it is your fault,” you said, crossing your arms and watching the face of the other girl turn up in disgust.

“What?!” Jungkook coughed, looking from you to the pregnancy test in shock.

“Don’t what me! This is your fault, so twenty bucks to find out if we’re royally screwed shouldn’t be that big of a deal right?” you continued to tease.

“Y/N, what are you-”

“Are you serious Kook? And here you were so adamant that we had to use protection but another one of your girls might be carrying your kid? What the fuck! Don’t call me again, have a nice fucking life, dickwad,” the pretty brunette stated before heading out of the line.

“Noona-wait!” Jungkook tried but it was too late. Her retreating form made your facade break and you erupted in laughter. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jungkook had the audacity to yelp.

“Excuse you? Oh fuck no, Jeon Jungkook. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Getting closer to him you pushed your finger against his annoyingly toned chest and began your accusations. “I seem to recall our agreement didn’t have any kind of this action happening for you until the final curtain on our performance in two months buster, so care to explain why you're here buying baby repellant?”

“As I recall you pushed away my hand, so I don’t remember us sealing the agreement in any kind of fashion,” he said flippantly, smiling down at you with his cocky grin.

“You’re the worst person alive, Jeon Jungkook. How can you look into someone’s eyes and lie to them? Not only did you force my hand at this, but then when I try to make an agreement, some form of accord between the two of us, you are so quick to agree... However, I understand now that perhaps this whole thing has been a sham. You losing your scholarships, you fearing a disappointed mother-”

“Don’t. Speak. About. My mother,” he warned in a dark voice. You felt his grip on your shoulders as you were shoved back into the cart of an elderly lady behind you.

“Young man! You shouldn’t handle a pregnant woman so roughly!” she accused. Jungkook smiled at you before turning to the older grandmother.

“Might not even be my kid, who knows with this one,” he smirked before tossing the condoms back at you. “Save yourself the trouble next time and use these instead of trying to blame the hot one for all your troubles.”

You stood there in shock as he walked away, flipping you off as he went.

The feeling of tears welling up in your eyes made you so angry. He didn’t have the right to do that to you...

“Oh dear honey, it’ll be alright... A lot of men panic when a baby is thrown into the mix but everything will work out for the better. Just focus on being healthy, okay?” she soothed.

“Should never try to have a child with a child,” you scoffed...

* * *

A few days passed with no word from Jeon Jungkook. Taehyung approached you shortly after the incident and offered his spleen kicking services, which you hastily denied. You went to class and then to work and at no point did you see or think of Jeon Jungkook until you were getting ready to close up the library one night...

It was almost midnight, and you were fighting to stay awake in the silent library. Until a soft cough brought you out of it. You looked up with bleary eyes and saw the same underclassmen that was with Jungkook a few nights back.

“Hi, m-may I please rent this book?” she asked, holding a history of greek mythology book out in front of her. You gave her a tired smile before taking the book gently from her hands.

“Of course, what’s your name?”

“Mina,” she said. You nodded and found her in the system before dating and stamping the book with the proper information.

“Okay I’ll need this back in two weeks. Of course you can always come back and renew the rental period if you need it longer as well,” you said softly.

“I’m sorry!” she yelped, bowing low in front of you.

Confusion swept over your features before you responded. “Uh, for what?”

“For doing inappropriate things in the library with an upperclassmen!” she whimpered.

“Mina?” you asked, wanting her to raise her head.

“Y-yeah?” she said quietly.

“You’re not in trouble, and I don’t think any less of you... Hell I don’t even know you, so who am I to judge you?” you said.

“I-I guess, but I still feel so bad! Jungkook said-”

“There’s your problem, you listened to that idiot,” you scoffed.

“J-Jungkook isn’t a bad guy,” she whispered softly.

“Honey, men like him only want one thing from you and then-”

“He just wants to be loved.”

Her statement took you off guard.

“What? Jungkook wants to be loved? Honey, I don’t want you to misinterpret his attention as affection because it’s not-”

Mina stood up quickly. “I know. He doesn’t like me and only used me as a means to an end. I don’t mind that, because I found something out about Jungkook that he doesn’t let anyone know...” she whispered.

“Then why do you sound like you’re going to tell me?” you questioned.

“Because I feel like you’re the only one who could get through to him... Jungkook has dealt with a lot of shit throughout his life. Some of it undeserving,” she said.

“I know... I knew him in high school,” you declared. Mina got closer, more adamant.

“Then you know what his mother and father did to him right?” she said, a relieved expression on her face. You swallowed thickly.

“No, I don’t. I just know that he gets defensive when you bring up his mother,” you clarified.

“Oh... Well, before his father died Jungkook took beatings for his mother. His father was an angry drunk, the whole cliche. His mother didn’t want to leave him because she knew she couldn’t support Jungkook on her own. So, when his father had a stroke, Jungkook’s mother took his life insurance policy and bought him a train ticket here and five months of rent in his first apartment. She wanted him to accept his scholarships and to get the heck out of dodge, because just because his father was now dead, didn’t mean the other family members wouldn’t come looking for scraps of his insurance and money they owed him in life. So Jungkook is here, and his mother hasn’t been in touch for a few months. But Jungkook promised he wouldn’t be back until he graduated and was the first in his family to do so.”

Your stomach twisted painfully at the memories of Jungkook coming to class late and having bruises on his cheek or a stiff back. He blamed them on practicing too hard and hurting himself... But in reality he was suffering more than anyone could ever know.

“How did you find out?” you asked simply.

“Jungkook got drunk after one of our study sessions and spilled all after a rather heated call from an Uncle he’d met once or twice. Jungkook’s father was an Insurance Broker so, God only knows how much money he had. But money means next to nothing if the holder is abusive and a shit parent,” Mina commented.

“And you think I can do something for him?” you asked. Mina nodded her head furiously.

“You’re the only girl I’ve seen that doesn’t tolerate his attitude, if anything you give him a run for his money. Jungkook admires that in you, and therefore, you have a gap of space in his brain. Somewhere between the booze and the women, sits you... And I’m sure not even he knows why... What I’m trying to say is, Jungkook isn’t what he portrays himself to be... If someone could just take the time to get to know him, the real him, then maybe he’d have a chance at a happier life than the one he’s dead set on having,” Mina explained.

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. Because you knew she was right. She was absolutely right about Jeon Jungkook...

And you had misjudged him.

* * *

The walk home that night was a silent one. Normally you listen to your favorite music, or listen to a new podcast episode... but tonight was for reflection.

Mina’s words struck a chord within you and now you had a massive mess on your hands. However, with your track record with the boy, reasoning with him wasn’t going to be very easy.

You rounded the corner of your street and smelt something awful.

“Ew, Jesus,” you groaned as you saw a man laying in a pool of vomit, surrounded by beer bottles and various liquors.

The stench was terrible, and you hoped that he would be gone by morning, when a familiar groan came from the body. Your head snapped back to the mass of a man laying on the ground. His hood was pulled all the way up his head, keeping his identity hidden from you. You crouched next to him slowly and pulled the fabric off his head, revealing Jungkook’s form to you.

He was pale, a mess of vomit and snot covering his face.

You bit your lip as you considered your options...

“Hey,” you said gruffly, prodding at his arm with your foot. Jungkook merely groaned and coughed, remaining still otherwise. “Jungkook, get up,” you tried again. However, he was out, completely and utterly wasted and laying in the middle of a sidewalk.

You sighed and rubbed your forehead in frustration. “Why is it that I’m always too nice to you,” you groaned and got down on your knees, pulling his toned frame up off the pavement. You huffed as you discovered that Jungkook was made of pure muscle, possibly some bricks too that were situated in his brain... Anyway, he was entirely too heavy for you to carry on your own.

“Y/N? What are you doing here, and why is Jungkook on the ground?”

By sheer luck and the will of whatever powers that be, Namjoon’s voice trailed through the air.

“Namjoon!” you yelped, dropping Jungkook ungracefully on the ground. He grunted in response, otherwise remaining silent.

“Hey, uh, what’s up?” he asked, putting his hand behind his head.

“Well, I was on my way home and found this mess laying in his own vomit... And, as big of a pain that he is, I can’t sleep tonight knowing I left him here if he needs help... Care to help me carry a drunken college student to my apartment?” you said with a weak smile.

“You’re too kind, you know that? This dick doesn’t really deserve it,” Namjoon stated. You sighed and rubbed your face.

“Maybe not, but everyone needs help every once in a while... And now I might have some leverage over him. If the campus finds out he was drinking and being disorderly, that could get him expelled, which I don’t think he wants,” you reasoned.

“Fair enough, lead the way.”

Heading back over to Jungkook’s mass of muscle you and Namjoon carefully lifted the man up and slung his arms over your shoulders. Namjoon and yourself locking hands and securing him in your grasp to ensure he wouldn’t get hurt.

“Jesus what does this fucker eat! I’ve only seen him drink booze and slam some burgers...” Namjoon groaned as the two of you struggled up the stairs.

“Juuuuuu-eck,” Jungkook mumbled.

“Just hang on a little longer Jungkook,” you eased, patting his hand. It was at times like these where having an apartment on the third floor of a building made you regret your kinder side. However, when you made it onto the landing, not without Jungkook almost causing you and Namjoon to fall backwards more than once, relief flooded your system.

“Holy fucking soccer players, this bitch is heavy,” Namjoon groaned, dragging his feet.

“Juuuu-” Jungkook kept mumbling.

“What do you think he’s trying to say?” Namjoon asked, offhandedly as you fumbled with your keys.

“Who knows,” you sighed, finally unlocking the door to your apartment and ushering Namjoon and Jungkook inside.

Stumbling through the halls of your small abode Namjoon and yourself finally navigated Jungkook to your couch. You groaned and fell onto the floor, rubbing your protesting shoulders.

“Do you think you’ll need help from here or do you got it?” Namjoon asked, rotating his arms in a similar fashion to yours.

“I think I can manage from here, but seriously, thanks so much for helping us,” you said sitting up.

“Us?” Namjoon questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh! No-uh, that’s not what this is! We aren’t, I mean, I’m not. I could never-”

“Easy easy, I was only teasing,” Namjoon chuckled. You sighed and gave him a smile.

“But for real... Thank you, Namjoon,” you stated softly. He gave you a grin before patting your head.

“Don’t mention it, just kick his ass in the morning for being a dick. You think you can handle that?” he teased.

“With pleasure,” you agreed.

Namjoon left and you found yourself alone in your apartment with one of the most infamous sex Gods to ever roam the campus: Jeon Jungkook.

You thought you’d see if he would come to long enough to drink some water. Going to your sink you grabbed a cup and filled it with nice cool water. Adding a pink straw for your own selfish purposes you kneeled next to Jungkook’s sleeping frame.

“Hey, Jungkook,” you said, shaking his shoulder gently.

“Juuuu-u,” he groaned.

“Juuuu,” you teased back softly. “Drink this for me, yeah?” you asked, bringing the straw to his annoyingly beautiful mouth. You managed to poke the straw in between his lips, but Jungkook wasn’t drinking it. You fear that he might start suffering from dehydration and alcohol poisoning if you didn’t do something. And if he did go to the hospital then no doubt he’d be kicked out of school for good.

“God you always manage to be a pain in my ass,” you groaned. So with reluctance you went to your bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and some toothpaste. Coming back you took the toothpaste and squeezed it in his mouth because like hell you were going anywhere near him with alcohol and vomit breath. Jungkook sputtered and the toothpaste managed to get all over his cheek. Quickly cleaning him up and making a solid attempt at brushing his teeth you grabbed the water from the floor and pulled it into your mouth.

‘Here goes nothing,’ you thought to yourself as you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. You poked your tongue against his lips and managed to drop the water into his mouth. Rubbing his throat you got Jungkook to swallow calmly. Your heart eased at the idea of him getting the hydration he desperately needed. So you went in for another mouthful of water. Doing the same sort of dropping method, Jungkook swallowed more water.

You continued the process until the water was completely gone. Jungkook seemed to have regained some of his color too, that fact put you at ease. Moving to the bathroom once more you wet the washcloth and gathered some soap on it and walked out to the living room. Kneeling by his side again you brought the warm cloth to his neck and began wiping away the dried snot and vomit that remained.

Jungkook seemed to be more relaxed, his mumbling having stopped and breathing even. As you cleaned him up you wondered what brought him to the state you found him in. Did a girl do this? Or did something happen? Perhaps he has already been kicked out of school...

Your heart jolted at the thought. But, whatever the case may be at least he was off the street and cleaned up for the night.

Taking the dampened and dirty washcloth to your laundry bin you began getting ready for bed. Changing into your pajamas and washing your face as you hummed to yourself softly. You came out of your bedroom, holding an extra blanket and pillow in your grasp. Heading out to the living room you found Jungkook hadn’t moved. Lifting his head up gingerly you placed the pillow there so that he wouldn’t strain his neck. Then placing the soft blanket over his obviously exhausted self to finish it off. Next you set a bottle of aspirin and another glass of water on the table next to him for when he awoke.

As you headed for your bedroom, Jungkook mumbled again. But this time, you could make it out. “Mom, don’t go.”

* * *

Jungkook’s head was pounding when he peaked his eyes open that morning. His throat was a little sore, but he wasn’t as uncomfortable as he normally was. Usually Jungkook woke up on the floor of a frat house or something along those lines, but right now he found himself on a couch... A particularly comfortable one at that.

Did he sleep over at one of his hookups house on accident?

Fuck.

The smell of waffles made his stomach pinch painfully.

“Hmmhmm,” a voice hummed from the kitchen.

Jungkook swallowed thickly and turned to see medicine and a glass of water sitting on the table beside him. Quickly he popped the tablets in his mouth and drank the entire thing of water in a few gulps. Although, Jungkook wasn’t as thirsty as he normally was when hungover.

Feeling the blanket and pillow Jungkook wondered where the fuck he was. It wasn’t Mina’s place, because there were other girls that lived there and it would certainly be louder there. Wasn’t Seokjin’s place because he wasn’t rudely awakened to the sound of his hyung’s morning escapades...

He looked around and tried to find some sort of context clues to his location, but found none...

“So you’re awake.”

Jungkook jumped and turned his head to find... You...?

“Y/N?” he asked, looking confused.

“Ah, so you don’t remember,” you said, giving a soft smile.

“R-Remember what?” Jungkook asked, feeling his mouth go dry at the sight of you in the morning. Hair falling slightly disheveled but not unpleasantly so. Your face, still a little puffy from sleep. You looked incredible. Not to mention that he could distinctly see you forwent a bra at night.

“That’s a shame, I would’ve liked for you to recall your evening last night,” you smirked. Jungkook looked down at his clothes then back to you. If he’d had sex with you and was too drunk to remember then he’d surely throw himself down some stairs.

Time to put on a show.

“Of course I remember, how could I forget?” he asked, winking. You scoffed.

“Yeah, being covered in your puke and boogers was a pretty hilarious scene to stumble upon,” you grinned. Jungkook went slack jawed. Had he really gotten that drunk?

Holy fucking shit that wasn’t good.

“Uh... Well, you see-”

“Cut the shit Jeon, I can see it on your face you don’t remember squat,” you declared. Jungkook ran his tongue over his teeth in irritation but sighed in defeat.

“You caught me, care to catch me up?” he asked.

“Well, I was on my way home from working at the library, thankfully there were no teenagers trying to get freaky in the philosophy section last night,” you began. Jungkook couldn’t help it.

“Found my next hookup spot then,” he grinned.

“I’ll cut off whatever micro penis you have if you disgrace Zeno and Socrates with that type of debauchery,” you warned.

“At least I’d get your hands on my dick somehow,” he grinned. You gagged and left the room. Jungkook thought he’d scared you off when you came back with a plate.

“Here, eat it,” you said, holding it out for him. Jungkook was shocked to say the least.

“U-Uh, what-”

“Have you never seen a plate of waffles before? I made them for you, so eat them, jerk,” you chastised. Jungkook flushed and took the plate, quickly setting to work on devouring every bite. You set a cup of black coffee on the table and sprinkled something in it before Jungkook spoke up.

“What did you put in the coffee?” he asked, warily.

“Salt numbnuts,” you said.

“Why would you put salt in someone’s coffee?” he asked, raising a disgusted brow.

“Cuts down the bitterness, makes it easier to stomach. That’s why I made you waffles because it’ll help absorb the excess stomach acid you produced last night. You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want it,” you said.

“No no, I, uh... I’ll have it please,” he coughed awkwardly.

You nodded and sat down in the chair across from the couch and watched him eat. Jungkook seemed to be thoroughly enjoying every bite, until it was gone and he set his plate down and chugged his coffee.

“You’ll throw up all my hard work if you do that,” you warned.

“Sorry, it’s good and I’m starving,” he said. You nodded and crossed your legs. Jungkook’s attention immediately went to your legs that were slowly captivating him. The smooth expanse of your skin calling out to him, making him want to touch it.

Fuck, was he still drunk?

“Listen Jungkook, we have a month and a half until opening night and you still don’t know anything about Shakespeare so I think it’d be in your best interest to get on it,” you said, crossing your arms now too. Fuck... Were you trying to kill him?

“I appreciate what you’ve done for me,” he started, like he was going to say something else that proved otherwise.

“Then listen to what I have to say,” you tried. Jungkook huffed but nodded and leaned back against the couch. “Last night you were drunk and disorderly on campus property. Considering your current situation with the board and directors of the college, I think we can help each other out a bit,” you suggested.

“Is this bribery I hear?” Jungkook smiled.

“It’s not bribery, it’s a threat,” you warned. Jungkook’s smile diminished.

“Okay,” he said softly.

“If you don’t give me your best effort as Romeo Montague in the following weeks I’ll report you to the Dean and President of the school and request for your removal from this University,” you said.

Jungkook paled as if he really was going to be sick this time. “What? You’ve got to be kidding, Y/N, do you know what that would do to me?”

“Are you aware that everyone else’s grades depend on you as well? It doesn’t feel so good to be helpless does it?” you said in a cold tone.

“And everyone thinks you are so nice,” he scoffed.

“I put you up last night, cleaned the vomit off of you. Gave you a place to sleep that wasn’t the sidewalk where anyone or anything could’ve happened to you. I fed you... Now, I chose to do all those things for you. Kindness is expressed in many ways and by many different people. I’m not here to lecture you Jungkook. But, I am here to make a point to you. Help us, or you’re fucked. It’s as simple as that,” you stated.

Jungkook rubbed his face and then stared at you. His deep brown eyes were practically ripping into your soul. It made you waver slightly in your strong exterior. Because no matter how incredible of an actress you were, attraction was a fickle beast. You wouldn’t be so ignorant to say you didn’t find Jungkook handsome. His personality made you less aware of his physical beauty at times, but right now... He was stunning.

Hair disheveled and sticking up in a cute manner. His face flushed from sleep and still slightly pale from his sickness. His lips were red and pouty naturally that made you flustered. It brought you back to the night prior when you-

“Fine. You got me, Y/N, I’ll do what you want this time. For real,” he said.

“Your word means nothing to me Jungkook, you’ve screwed me over once. Just know that if you don’t follow through with your end this time... I won’t be ruining your chances with a beautiful woman... I’ll ruin your life,” you said.

The room became heavy and you found that it was your time to leave.

“If you want to take a shower, you’re more than welcome. I have some clothes in there if you want them. My cousin’s old stuff that I’ve used as old pajamas. But you can have them,” you said, beginning to leave the room. “And Jungkook?” you said, turning to him in the doorway.

“What?” he said low, obviously deep in thought.

“I don’t know what made you drink so much last night... But if you ever need some help, you can count on me. I promise.”

With that you left the room, and Jungkook whispered to himself.

“I remember.”

* * *

True to your statement, you met with Jungkook privately in the library. You were curious if he would show up, seeing as how you were certain last time he wouldn’t stand you up.

Although, like a scolded child, Jungkook showed up five minutes early to your scheduled appointment. He threw his bag on the floor and huffed, obviously disappointed he’d have to be here instead of getting frisky with young women. “Alright, I’m here, happy?” He questioned. You smiled simply.

“I’m happy for your sake, yes,” you responded cold.

“Alright, fine. No need to get all pissy, I’m here so, let’s get to work,” he said, sitting down in the chair next to you. You could feel his body heat from where you were seated. It made your heart race, uncomfortably so. Normally you could just ignore Jungkook’s playboy attitude but right now? He was affecting you just by sitting near you!

“Yeah,” you sighed, opening your playbook and handing him one.

“Thanks,” he said offhandedly before opening it. His eyebrows raised. “Why is it highlighted?” he questioned. You flushed pink and realized you did it without thinking.

“Uh, I-wanted to make sure this goes fast so, I highlighted your lines and stage directions for you when I did mine,” you explained. Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“Why thank you sweetheart, how kind of you to think of me,” he flirted, getting closer.

“Come closer and see what happens, Jeon Jungkook,” you scolded.

“I’m curious to find out-OOF!” he yelped as your elbow hit his stomach. “Oh fuck,” he gasped in pain.

“There, consider your curiosity quenched,” you declared.

Jungkook simply coughed and shook his head. “Fuck dude, not playing with that again. Holy shit, I need my stomach to eat you know,” he whined.

Without lifting your head from your script you responded. “Last I knew you only used it to drink.”

“You give me and my remarks a run for my money, doll,” he smiled.

“It’s not a race if you’ve already lost Jungkook,” you sassed.

“Ooh shit-”

“Anyways, let’s start with your first scene. It’s with Benvolio, who’s played by Taehyung, so I’ll read Benvolio, you read Romeo. Action,” you said. “Good morrow cousin,” you began.

“Is the day so young?” Jungkook asked, sounding bored.

“Jungkook,” you scolded.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I say five words and you’re already stopping me?” he groaned in disbelief.

“Listen, in this scene Romeo-”

“He’s upset because he lost his side chick right?” Jungkook answered, reading ahead.

“What?” you asked incredulously.

“Wait, no...” he paused, reading further. “He really liked this girl... I see,” he concluded.

“How did you...?”

“He says it right here, I have lost myself. I am not Romeo, he is some other where.”

You were speechless. Of course it isn’t difficult to figure out that Romeo is missing someone he loves in this scene... But for Jungkook to pick up on it so quickly, it was rather impressive.

“Since you understand,” you began. “Try acting as if you miss someone you love. Someone that doesn’t want to see you, but you long to see them,” you explained.

“Easy enough,” he mumbled. His words made your heart skip slightly.

Did he miss someone?

“Good morrow cousin,” you stated.

“Is the day so young?” Jungkook repeated, this time, looking wistful and almost lost in thought. It was perfect, and he did it with only one repeat.

What the fuck was this dude’s secret?

You continued on, giving Jungkook subtle hints and letting him figure out the scene for himself. As you discovered, he was actually rather intelligent when he needed to be, and picked up on the intricacies of the Tragedy very fast. You just wanted to work through the first act today, so when you hit scene five, you were ready to call it a night.

“I think four scenes is enough for tonight-”

“This is where our character’s meet,” Jungkook grinned.

“Yes, this is the scene where Romeo and Juliet meet for the first time-”

“Don’t they kiss?” he asked, flipping through the pages.

“Jungkook you’ve done very well today and I’m tired so-”

“There! I say: Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take,” he grinned. “Ooh! We kiss twice in this scene!”

“Jungkook stop,” you rubbed your face.

“Come on, now you’re upset I’m getting into the literature?” he accused.

“You’re not getting into anything, come on, time to go,” you said.

“I won’t kiss you, but like you said. Mrs. Abernathy is one hard bitch, and if we fake it on stage surely we’ll suffer. Might as well kiss me and get used to it so the first time we do it isn’t on stage, can’t have you turning into a flustered mess,” he smirks.

“If you want to practice the scene so bad, call Mina, I’m sure she’d be thrilled to make out with you here. But I’m going home,” you said, standing up and heading towards the door. You felt Jungkook’s hand on your wrist.

“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” he whispered. You pulled your hand from his wrist.

“That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”

And with that, you left Jungkook standing in the room.

“I get that line now...”

* * *

It was two weeks until your performance and you were starting to work on the stage. Everyone had unanimously voted on having you be stage director, seeing as how you knew it the best. Mrs. Abernathy was nowhere to be found... It was up to you guys to pull this off.

It was about twenty minutes before rehearsal started and Jungkook still hadn’t shown up. Taehyung approached you with a bottle of water. “Do you think he’s gonna show?” he asked, unscrewing the cap and drinking.

“It’d be stupid of him not to,” you declared. “Hey, Baekhyun! Can you bring down the key light to a brighter setting? This looks too dark for it to be a market place in the middle of the day!”

“You got it!”

“Such a bossy lady.”

“Holy shit, is that Jeon Jungkook?”

“I thought we were fucked! Dude you made it!”

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

A group of people swarmed Jungkook and started to chat him up. Asking if he was serious about helping us so we wouldn’t fail. You watched as he eased everyone’s mind. Telling them exactly what they wanted to hear. “Plus, Y/N has been helping me a lot, so I think we’re gonna do great,” he said with a smile.

“Dude that’s awesome!”

Namjoon strolled up behind you and placed his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Seems like he’s more alert than the last time I saw him,” he chuckled

“Less vomit and old vodka stench,” you reminisced.

“What?” Taehyung asked.

Oh fuck.

“Oh nothing, I just helped Y/N carry Jungkook to her apartment after we found him fucking shit faced on the sidewalk,” Namjoon explained. Taehyung’s eyebrows rose so high you were curious if they were going to fly off his face. You wouldn’t put it past them...

“Fuck you, we’re buying the good ramen next time you go grocery shopping for keeping that from me,” Taehyung growled.

“What do you mean we’re buying?! You and your bitch ass make me pay for it!” you yelled.

“Save me, Friar Lawrence!” Taehyung squeaked, looking at Namjoon.

“I gotta go read something about God or whatever, bye!” With that you glared down at Taehyung with murderous intent before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“What?” you growled, before you saw pitiful Rina looking at you with the stage directions.

“H-here are the stage directions...” she trailed off. It’s a good thing she didn’t get Juliet, because if she had to put up with Jungkook’s constant borage of flirting her heart might give out. Lady Montague is plenty for her.

“Sorry Rina, just stressed is all,” you smiled. She nodded and returned your soft grin and ran off. You sighed and checked them over, approving everything and then handing them off to your Stage Manager Kai.

“Can you make sure that everyone has the directions for the first act please?” you questioned.

“Sure! I’ll get it done,” he smiled.

“You seriously look like some chaebol off of a drama series,” Taehyung laughed.

“Careful what you say, Benvolio,” you growled.

“Yes Lady Juliet,” he cringed.

“But soft, what beauteous body stands within my wake,” Jungkook teased, coming closer.

“I’m going to go find Jimin and see if the costume fitting is going okay,” Taehyung announced before walking off. Leaving you alone with Jungkook.

“Not one you’re ever going to see, what do you want Jungkook?” you asked, already exhausted from his conversation.

“You okay? You seem tired,” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m fine,” you yawned.

The past couple of days you’d been pulling all nighters studying for your other classes and tutoring Jungkook, as well as working at the library and making sure that everything runs smoothly for this production. It was starting to weigh heavy on you.

“Look kinda pale, have you eaten?” he asked, coming closer.

“I don’t have time for this Jungkook, go meet up with Jin so that you can get your measurements taken for your costumes. I think I got a few that might work, but there might need to be alterations and-”

“Do you want to go get something to eat after this?” he asked out of the blue.

“W-what?” you asked, turning to look at him with wide eyes.

“I mean, nothing fancy. But fuck even a bagel would be fine, you look like you’re gonna collapse,” he announced.

“Jungkook, I’m fine. Now either go get fitted for your costume or flirt with the undergrads, I’ve got other things to do,” you sneered. The second the words came out of your mouth you regretted them. He was just trying to be helpful at the very least. He didn’t have to be nice to you, fuck he was good at not being nice. But in the moment where he decides to show some semblance of kindness, you kick him to the curb. “Listen I’m-”

“No, I get it. If I start getting concerned about your well being, I must want to get in your fucking pants. So sorry, forget I asked,” he said, brushing past you and hitting his shoulder with yours. You sighed and rubbed the bridge of your nose, feeling a tension headache coming on fast.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Hoseok, the gentleman playing Mercutio asked. “You’ve taken on a lot of responsibility, maybe you should go home for the day and we’ll just read lines-”

“No, it’s fine. I’m good, Hobi, thanks for asking,” you played off before heading towards a larger group of people... Desperate to forget the faint feeling curling up your spine.

* * *

It was two hours into rehearsals and you were really not feeling good. You kept telling yourself that it was just the lights and exhaustion. You were going to be fine. You’d go home after this and relax, make sure that everything would work out just fine. That’s all you had to do first.

Jungkook had kept his distance from you, only speaking to you when his character required it. You felt terrible, truly. You hadn’t meant to snap it’s just, seeing him being praised by everyone, when a week ago they were all ready to fuck him over and tell Mrs. Abernathy that he was on his own. It was so fake, so cruel.

“You okay?” Jimin asked, coming forward.

“Yeah, everyone keeps asking me that. And I keep saying that I’m fine, honestly,” you said. Jimin frowned.

“You look weak,” he said, crossing his arms.

“I’m okay, rehearsal is almost over. I’ll go home and get some rest,” you smiled.

“We’re going Scene 5 of Act I,” Jimin said. “Baekhyun wants to make sure that the ambient lighting he ordered looks right for the halls of the set,” he explained.

You nodded, it was a smart idea. “I’ll go get ready. Can you find Chanyeol and tell him I’m going on stage and need him to direct for me?” Jimin nodded but quickly held your shoulders. “If you don’t want to do this you don’t have to. We can call it for the night, we’ve done a lot already,” Jimin suggested.

“No, another hour won’t kill me,” you reasoned before handing off your clipboard and going towards the stage.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you really wanted to say yes. But what would everyone think then? Can’t last through a three hour rehearsal and she’s our Stage Director? What bullshit...

You can’t let everyone else down, so you’ll just do the scene and call it... Do the scene, and call it.

Not paying attention, you missed the last step heading to the stage and collided into a wall of muscle. Of course. “Sorry,” you whispered before moving to get off stage. A warm palm wrapped around your wrist.

“Y/N,” Jungkook’s voice soothed. “You really need to stop,” he said, almost pleading.

“It’s one scene Jungkook, I can do it,” you said.

“It’s one scene, it’s one beer, it’s one shot, do you hear yourself? Y/N, if you keep pushing you’re going to hurt yourself,” he declared.

“Jungkook,” you said, turning to face him. “This is my future, I have to get used to it at some point. We’re called starving artists for a reason. To express yourself in your art is more meaningful than food or water-”

“That’s bullshit, don’t give me that. You need to eat and you need to sleep right the fuck now,” he argued.

“Just leave it Jungkook!” you yelled. Everyone’s eyes were on the two of you.

“Then make me a promise,” he demanded.

“What?” you asked.

“Make me a fucking promise,” he held out his pinky. You scoffed and crossed your arms.

“A pinky promise?” you clarified.

“Don’t undermine the power of the pinky promise. If you break it I’ll cut your finger off,” he warned. You rolled your eyes and linked pinkies. “After this scene, you’re going to let me take you home with Taehyung so you can rest.”

“I promise,” you sealed.

“Don’t lie, cause you’ll lose a pinky,” he warned.

“Just not my right one, he’s my favorite,” you begged.

“Definitely will cut off the right one.”

The air felt cleared as you and Jungkook headed towards your positions. Everyone was in place and Chanyeol yelled action. Baekhyun hit the lights and the scene progressed fluidly. Min Yoongi took his place as Capulet, your father, which made you laugh. Yoongi seemed a more lackadaisical Capulet, but when he got into with Montague, played by Yugyeom, it was rather intense to say the least. Jimin was ready by Yoongi’s side as Count Paris, your suitor.

You watched as the scene unfolded, until Wendy came up beside you. She was the person playing as your Nurse. “You feeling alright, Y/N? You look a litt-”

“Hey, Y/N, time for you to head out,” Kai instructed. You gave Wendy a nod before the two of you went forward.

It was so bright out there, everything reflected harshly and it sort of made your head hurt. Not like it didn’t already, but that's besides the point. Everything was blending together. The lights and sound, you heard something like Jungkook’s voice.

“True beauty till this night!” he announced. You knew you must look a mess, but really this was a dry run. Surely everything would be okay. The scene was close to being over.

Wendy pulled you around to your proper spot before Jimin took your hand to start the dance. You knew it well, however in this state you found yourself heavily relying on Jimin’s movements to keep you steady. You cast a glance over Jimin’s shoulder to see Jungkook looking at you with frustration and... worry? But before you could make the decision of what emotion bothered his face Jimin had turned you around and it was forgotten.

You were handed off to one of the maskers and Jungkook interrupted your dance.

He fed you your cues, and you followed slowly, obviously off. However, if you just got through this last section...

“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair,” he said, becoming closer.

Jungkook’s face was fading out of your vision.

“Jungkook,” you breathed before you felt your legs give out.

“Y/N!”

“Shit!

“What happened?”

You felt yourself swirling in a pit of dark consciousness. As if you were sleeping, but your mind was alert.

“Damn it, you dumbass. I told you,” Jungkook’s voice came through your thoughts.

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s worried tambre came from your left.

“I’m gonna get the nursing students! Keep trying to talk to her!”

“Y/N! Wake up,” Taehyung whimpered. You heard rustling and felt your upper half being lifted.

“Is she alright?” Namjoon yelled from backstage, coming forward from the sound of his footpath.

“Passed out,” Taehyung said.

“Check her pulse,” Namjoon said.

You felt a cool hand touch your wrist and could feel your own breath hitting your face.

“She’s breathing, but her pulse is kind of low,” Jimin answered.

The world became muddled and everyone’s voices weren’t distinguishable.

“Move aside please!”

“Move aside!”

Unfamiliar voices came from your right. Students?

“Are there any injuries?”

“No I caught her before she fell,” Jungkook explained.

“Okay, have you tried to get her to come to?”

“She’s not responding to anything, but she’s breathing,” Jimin said.

“Alright, let our teacher know we are bringing in a possible dehydration and malnutrition case. We need an IV...”

Their voices faded away as you tried to open your eyes. But you found that you wanted to sink deeper and deeper into sleep.

“Alright bring the gurney in!”

Slowly, you were lifted into the air and placed on a cold surface. Someone’s hand was locked in yours as you made your way out of the performing arts center. Metallic doors shut and it was still. You must be heading towards the infirmary wing.

“What’s your relationship with the patient?”

“I’m her boyfriend.”

Then you fell into unconsciousness.

* * *

Your head throbbed and your tongue sat heavy in your mouth. You moved your shoulder, trying to open exhausted eyes. Peaking one open you gazed around the room.

Bright white and faded pastels greeted you as your vision cleared. The room was bare save for Taehyung falling asleep in the chair next to your bed. Slowly, you reached out for him. Taehyung was in different clothes than the last time you saw him. How long had you been here?

“Ta-e,” you croaked, voice sounding foreign to your own ears. Taehyung perked up in his seat, eyes falling on you immediately.

“Holy shit! Y/N!” he exclaimed, rushing forward and wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t you dare do that shit to me again, what the fuck you dumbass,” he cried, hiccuping into your hair.

“Tae,” you complained, bringing your hand up to rub his forearm. “Can I have some water,” you asked. Quickly, Taehyung pulled away and went to get your request.

“Here, sip slow,” he encouraged. You did so and Taehyung pet your hair softly.

“What happened?” you wondered out loud.

“Dehydration, malnutrition and anemia,” Taehyung answered.

“What?”

“You worked yourself too hard, idiot,” Taehyung scolded.

“I-I, I’m sorry, I let everybody down. Holy-oh damn, I’m so sorry-”

“Shut up, bossy lady,” Jungkook’s voice came through the room.

Taehyung and you both turned to look at him. Against your own reasoning, your heart beat accelerated. You swallowed thick and put your head down.

“What do you want, Jungkook?” you asked.

“You passed out, being my partner in this, I thought I should come and see how you were doing,” he explained.

“Since when did you care so much?” you grumbled. Jungkook sighed and rubbed his face.

“Anyways, you’ve only been out for a few hours,” Taehyung soothed.

“Thank you,” you said, keeping your eyes downcast.

“For what?” Taehyung asked.

“For staying here with me Tae, you didn’t have-“

“I didn’t, Jungkook's been here a majority of the time. I went to yours and got you some clothes. The students said you could leave and go home once you woke up. Jungkook is the one who-”

“Taehyung, shut the fuck up,” Jungkook warned. You looked over to him and raised an eyebrow.

“You stayed with me?” you questioned. Jungkook bit his lip and looked at his shoes.

“Yeah. Taehyung was too overwhelmed and everyone else was trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, so it just made sense,” he reasoned.

“It was crazy, he carried you out like a movie star! A real Romeo,” Taehyung teased.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook growled.

“Oh stop the pissing contest. Taehyung, can I have my clothes please?” you asked. He nodded and walked over to the door and went out, leaving you and Jungkook alone in the fluorescent lights.

“You scared the fuck out of me you know,” Jungkook whispered. Your head perked up and you gazed at him in shock.

“What?”

“Don’t do stupid shit like that again. You’re smarter than that,” he grumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t want to have to see you like this again. I-It bothers me to see you with all this shit around you,” he huffed, looking off to the side. His cheeks were tinged pink and your heart thrummed against your chest.

“Jungkook I-”

“Hey, Y/N! I got your clothes,” Taehyung announced, coming back in with a grin on his face.

“Feel better, Y/N, I think I’ll manage to practice tonight so you just take it easy,” Jungkook said, turning on his heel and heading out the door.

“Jungkook wait-” you started, before you attempted to get out of bed. But Taehyung grabbed your waist before you could even get close to doing what you wanted.

“Hold your horses, and take them to the old town road before you start moving and shit,” Taehyung complained, forcing you to take a seat. “What’s gotten into you?”

“What, what do you mean? I feel fine, so don’t worry,” you shush him, putting your hand up.

“Bitch sit your slightly too big ass down,” Taehyung said.

“The fuck did you just say?” You growled, looking at Taehyung with murderous intent.

“Calm down, you’re just being so antsy, it’s not like you,” he stated, raising a brow in your direction.

“Well I want to help him, we’ve been practicing all of this for so long,” you said, looking at the ceiling in defeat.

“We still have two full weeks before curtain, don’t make it so we have to do it without you because you got yourself put in an actual hospital,” Taehyung commented.

“I won’t Tae, I promise. I’ll go home and get some rest,” you assured your startled friend.

“You better, because we’ve got an A to get bitch, let’s get it!”

* * *

It was the night before curtain.

You’d done as promised and kept to a much more regular sleep schedule and ate healthy meals to keep you going. But there was Jungkook too.

Ever since that day you passed out, he’d changed.

He was quieter around you. Not joking like he would with the other students. Not that this bothered you at all... Okay maybe a little.

Especially when he would flirt with your fellow students.

That, for some reason, really grinded your gears.

Jungkook, however, was the picture of a perfect student with your help.

Showing up on time, lines memorized and ready to cooperate. It was odd to see such a change. But you guessed that he really didn’t want to fail. And neither did the rest of you.

Although, you and Jungkook still hadn’t practiced your stage kisses. You knew they were going to be real ones, but you weren’t sure you could handle that at this point. With all the weird things happening with Jungkook and your brain in general, you weren’t sure what to do. Jungkook had just kissed your forehead when it was time to do the stage kisses, but that certainly wasn’t going to convey a deeply in love couple.

Taehyung reassured you that when the time was right you would be able to kiss and everything would turn out fine, but in reality, you were just nervous as hell. You hadn’t ever really kissed someone before. The only thing that had come close was when you gave Jungkook water in your apartment!

Just the thought of it had your face heating up in a hurry. So you quickly fanned yourself, trying not to freak out.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jungkook’s voice came from behind you. You jumped, turning around quickly to scold him, when you stopped. He looked concerned about something.

“Everything alright Jungkook?” you asked. He nodded, but grabbed your wrist and started to pull you away into the wings of the theatre.

“I need to talk to you,” he said.

“Okay?” you said back, confused. But then your mind began to race. What could he want? Did you do something wrong? Had you done something that made him uncomfortable? What was he so concerned about?

“We need to start kissing for real, otherwise Abernathy will tan our hides. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but I think that we should do a couple practice ones before just so we aren’t awkwardly trying to figure it out on stage,” he explained.

Oh...

That was all.

Wait.

Kissing.

Jeon Jungkook.

That was fine. It was normal. People your age kissed other people all the time right? This was a totally normal thing for him to ask. Especially since your characters were supposed to be in love. You had to kiss. It was supposed to happen. But were you supposed to be this nervous about the whole thing? Was your mind supposed to be racing like this the whole time you were thinking about it because you were pretty sure-

“Y/N?” Jungkook asked, looking at you expectantly.

Then you realized you’d been standing there like an idiot without answering him.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” you said, putting your hand on your head.

“Are you alright? Have you been eating and everything? Do you need water?” he asked, genuinely concerned for your well being.

“Yes, yes Jungkook I’m fine. It’s okay. Honestly. I-I just spaced out is all,” you answered lamely.

“Okay, so, what do you think. Can... Can I kiss you?” he questioned.

“Um, yes. That’s fine. But, we... Not here, let’s go up to the light booth,” you suggested.

“Um, why?” he asked, as you started dragging him up the steps towards the booth.

“Because, it’s quiet up there and... Uh, no one can see us?” you offered.

“I’m not gonna, like, stick my tongue down your throat or anything. We just need to kiss,” he said like it was the simplest thing in the world.

The pair of you entered the lighting booth and you shut and locked the door. Jungkook looked at you with confusion written on his face, but didn’t say anything.

You stood there, looking at him expectantly.

“Well?” you asked.

“What?” he answered.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” you asked.

“Y/N, you seem to be getting a little confused here. When I say I’m going to kiss you, I mean I’m just going to, ya know. Kiss you, not like, grope you or something,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“No, I know, it’s just...” you trailed off.

“Just what?” he persisted.

“Imayhaveneverkissedanyonebefore,” you rushed out.

“I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to slow that one down speedy gonzales,” he said, looking at you in confusion.

“I may have... never kissed anyone before,” you said slower this time.

Jungkook gawked at you for a moment.

“What?!” you squeaked.

“I just...”

“I know, it’s super lame and I’m a pathetic little virgin who doesn’t know what she’s doing but that’s not the problem here. Just kiss me and get it over with!” you said.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said, walking closer.

Your heart jumped into your throat. Watching him come closer and closer to you as you decided if you wanted to bail or not. Fuck everything, because you weren’t sure what you wanted right now. But one thing was for sure, when Jungkook had you backed up against that wall, your heart was beating so loudly it was almost certain that he could hear it.

“Jungkook... You’re getting kinda close,” you said quietly.

“You said to kiss you, I can’t kiss you from across the room,” he said, putting a hand next to your head against the door.

“Jungkook,” you said his name softly.

“Yes, Y/N?” he said, cool as a cucumber.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” you said, turning your face away from his. When he gently grabbed your chin and pulled you to face him once more.

“You’re so skittish, like a little bird. It’s okay dove, I’ve gotcha,” he reassured you.

“I-I,” you whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Shhh,” he said, coming closer.

You closed your eyes.

Feeling the soft pressure of his lips against yours was... overwhelming to say the least. He kissed you softly, and briefly. It lasted maybe five seconds. But you weren’t too sure. Jungkook started pulling away, when you did the unexpected.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to your lips.

All the words that were too confusing to say. Everything that you’d felt over the last three months, heck especially these last two weeks were flooding into your kiss. Anger, frustration... But also, fear, longing, and... maybe? Affection.

Jungkook made a muffled noise against you, but you were too scared for this moment to end. You didn’t want to let him go. Because if you did, then you may never catch him again. You weren’t going to sugar coat it. You weren’t really the prettiest thing or the most daring girl out there. But you loved yourself and loved what you did, and that passion is hard to find nowadays.

Jungkook grabbed your shoulders and pushed away from you for a second before looking at you in confusion.

“Y/N, what-”

“Jungkook... I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come onto you like that. That was extremely inappropriate-”

“No, Y/N, that’s not it. It’s just. I didn’t know... Y/N... do you... do you like me?”

You thought about it for a moment. Did you like Jungkook? Your heart was racing and your mind was reeling.

But your mouth was opening before you could even stop yourself.

“What if I said yes?”

Jungkook’s face turned tumultuous. You should’ve known better than to show your cards to the shark.

“Y/N,” he whispered.

“It’s fine Jungkook, I shouldn’t-”

“I’m sorry I can’t be who you need, but if you want to use me... Use my body, I can do that, I just-I don't have a heart to give you,” he said lamely. You knew it was a line he used frequently. Just by the way he said it.

“Jungkook, you have a heart. You just are too scared to give it away to anyone.” You swallowed. “I should’ve known better.”

Jungkook reached out for you as you started to walk out of the booth. “Hey come on, don’t make me seem like the bad guy here. I never said I was gonna date you, I just said I would kiss you so that you wouldn’t be so nervous to do it on stage, don’t blow this out of proportion,” he said.

You ripped your hand from his and turned on him with a fierce look in your eyes.

“Listen good Jeon Jungkook. You are one of the most vexing individuals I have had the misfortune to know for my entire school career. You are constantly asking for handouts and for people to pity you. When we both know you are entirely capable of learning, and doing things for yourself. I don’t know why you feel like you need to play the victim in every scenario, but it gets old really fast. You don’t need my help anymore, and I don’t need yours so, let’s just agree to be lovers on the stage,” you couldn’t help it, but you choked up at the last part.

“What the fuck is your deal? Play the victim? I don’t-”

“Shut your fucking mouth Jungkook, I don’t want to listen to this, I’m leaving,” you said, opening the booth and running into Taehyung shortly thereafter.

“Um, they said we need to run-”

“I’m done for the day. We’ve practiced enough. Send everyone home for the night,” you said, walking down the steps and out the doors. You heard Taehyung talking to Jungkook but you weren’t concerned with what it was.

All you knew was your heart was broken.

* * *

Crying in your room that night was moderately sad and humiliating. But mostly, you just felt foolish. How had Jungkook and his stupid little smile made it’s way into your heart? And when?

You guess that during your sessions you’d stopped acting...

You genuinely thought his jokes were funny, even if he was copying some of Jin’s jokes... Every smile, every wink, it all read differently to you. You really thought he... Really thought he liked you.

“Let me in you sad bitch,” Taehyung’s voice came from your front door.

You hurried towards your entryway because for you to hear him in your room meant that he was probably screaming his head off in your hallway. And you really didn’t need another noise complaint because of the little weasel. Even if he was your best friend.

“What,” you asked flatly, looking at your best friend, arms full of snacks.

“I come bearing gifts,” he smiled.

“I don’t want them,” you sniffed, raising your head and turning it away from him.

“Don’t be a little shit, let me in so you don’t have to be sad all by yourself,” he said, shoving himself inside the room.

You rolled your eyes and watched as he waddled inside your apartment. Situating himself on the couch he grabbed your remote and scrolled through the channels. You leaned against the entrance to your bedroom, looking at him as he pressed play on the new Ghost Adventures episode.

“Well,” you said, raising a brow.

“We both know you’re upset, don’t pick a fight with me right now,” Taehyung warned.

“You spoke with Jungkook after I left,” you said, rubbing your elbow.

“Yeah, I asked him who the fuck he thought he was and why he played you like he did, and I wanted to ask you why you couldn’t see it,” he said, eyes turning sharp and looking into you.

“I-I couldn’t tell the difference after a while. I really started to enjoy his company, I really started to-to like him Tae,” you whimpered, the tears started hot again, coming down your face.

Taehyung was by your side in a second.

“Babe, don’t cry you’re gonna make me cry,” Taehyung whimpered.

“Did-Did he say anything else?” you asked.

“No, I was too busy running after you to really interrogate him. He’s not worth it, he’s not worth this Y/N, you have to believe me. I understand you wanted him to be more, but he’s not your Romeo. He’s not someone that wants love,” Taehyung said.

“Everyone wants love, and the people who seem like they want it least, want it the most,” you corrected.

“Don’t be a little know it all, just, come here,” Taehyung mumbled, bringing you into a tight hug.

“After tomorrow you never have to see his stupid face again.”

And...

You didn’t.

You showed up, performed your heart out and the whole class got an A.

Even Jeon Jungkook.

Mrs. Abernathy was proud of the production and gave you and Jin special letters of recommendation for your futures.

You hardly saw Jungkook for about a month after that. A rare appearance in the halls of your college but, otherwise. He was a ghost.

But the heartache was still very much present.

Taehyung tried to convince you he wasn’t worth it, but there was something in you that told you otherwise. That there was something more, that you weren’t the only one feeling this way. But, you tried not focusing on him and the pain. You just... existed.

You went to class, participated but overall?

You weren’t nearly as devoted as you usually were.

Taehyung noticed almost immediately.

“I swear if this is about Jungkook-”

“Tae, it’s really nothing. I’m fine,” you tried to push him away, but he was as persistent as a bad case of lice.

“You’re not fine, Y/N. You’re holed up in here all day, you took a majority of online classes this semester. If this is over him, Y/N I’m telling you-”

“He’s not worth it, he’s not worth it. I know Taehyung! You tell me every day that I shouldn’t be this heartbroken, but I am! I can’t help how I feel. How I’ve felt about him since... Since we were younger,” you said softly.

Taehyung sighed, rubbing his face. “Come out with me, lets go get a coffee or something,” Taehyung suggested. Only for you to shake your head and go back into your bedroom.

There’s only one solution to this, Taehyung thought.

Get to the root of the problem.

And the root was a weed called Jeon Jungkook.

* * *

Jungkook woke up with an empty bed.

The girl he slept with must’ve let herself out.

His head ached from the night before. The loud music and lights from the club no doubt had a hand in his raging migraine. He went out and noticed that there was already coffee on, he took some black, and before he could stop himself he sprinkled a little salt in, something that had become customary in his morning routine.

But he couldn’t help but pause this time.

A banging at his door caused a sharp pain behind his eyes to make him almost drop his coffee. Jin was more than likely still asleep so he hurried to answer the door to avoid the wrath that was Jin in the morning.

“Yeah yeah yeah, I hear you hold on-what?”

Jungkook was confused.

There stood Kim Taehyung. Someone he really didn’t expect to see ever again in his life.

“You have some nerve Jeon Jungkook,” Taehyung said, standing in front of the younger male.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, did I sleep with an ex of yours or something?” he asked, rubbing his head slowly.

“No, but you fucked up with my best friend and now we’re going to get to the bottom of it,” Taehyung said, barging his way inside. Jungkook was so stunned that he just shut the door and let him walk into his living room.

“So what are you here for exactly?” Jungkook asked, sitting down on the couch.

“I’m here to find out what the fuck you said to Y/N to make her shut down like she has,” Taehyung said, eyes burning with a ferocity Jungkook had never seen from the usually happy go lucky man.

“I-I don’t really remember-”

“Don’t bullshit me Jungkook. I was right there outside the light booth that day, you rejected Y/N, but what did you say to her?”

Jungkook sighed and looked at him.

“I told her the truth.”

Taehyung scoffed, rolling his eyes to top off the expression of disbelief. “You told her the truth huh? Told her that you’re a fucking pansy who can’t commit to anything or anyone?”

“Listen man-”

“No, you listen Jungkook. Whatever you did during your tutoring sessions with Y/N, changed something between the two of you. She hardly leaves her apartment, she doesn’t hang out with her friends, whatever you said to her into the lighting booth must’ve really hurt, so I’m here to find out how bad the damage is so I can try to salvage the person she is, because you fucked her over so hard,” Taehyung growled.

Jungkook swallowed hard.

You weren’t hanging out with people? You were isolating?

“I told her that we could fuck, but I’m not going to date her. I-I told her I didn’t have a heart to give her,” Jungkook mumbled.

Taehyung laughed, a somber sound that Jungkook didn’t know could come from the man.

“You absolute fuck.”

“I told her the truth, Taehyung. I don’t know what you want from me,” Jungkook said, trying to keep his flippant attitude.

“You know she won’t let me say anything bad about you. She thinks it’s her fault, she pushed you into a corner. When in reality, you pushed her off a cliff. You’re such a fuckhead Jungkook. The genuine article, truly,” Taehyung scoffed.

“S-She won’t?” Jungkook said, looking down at his coffee cup in his hands.

“She’s too nice, too forgiving. You could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve her,” Taehyung glowered.

“It’s not up to you to decide if I deserve her,” Jungkook snapped quickly.

Taehyung raised a brow at the tone in Jungkook’s voice. What was that? Was that defensive?

“Unless you aren’t really indifferent to Y/N, unless you feel the same way!”

Jungkook’s cheeks turned bright pink as he tried to get the image of your soft features out of his mind. Taehyung smirked, so the great fuck boy Jungkook was falling for the drama nerd. How poetic.

“You’re right though. It’s not up to me, who she decides she wants in her life is entirely up to her. But I want you to know something,” Taehyung said, leaning in.

Jungkook couldn’t help but do the same.

“She’s hurting right now, and it’s your fucking fault. So either fucking do something about it or, let her down easier. Don’t hurt my friend any more than you already have, Jungkook. Please, she’s too kind for her own good-”

“I remember,” Jungkook sighed.

“Then don’t take advantage of that anymore,” Taehyung said.

“Right…”

“Oh, one final thing Jungkook,” Taehyung announced, turning to square up with him.

“What-”

Jungkook was cut off with a harsh fist in the face. Jungkook fell backwards, coffee cup shattering on the ground and slicing his forearm. Not enough to need stitches, but enough for it to burn.

“Fuck you for hurting my friend,” Taehyung said, shaking his wrist and turning on his heel and heading out the door.

Jungkook watched as the man left, and a deep pit in his stomach grew.

* * *

You finally left your apartment for the first time in a long while. To be fair it was for only the essentials.

Cup noodles and some other cheap easy to make food that would keep your belly full for the time being. But if you were being honest, you couldn’t really taste what you were consuming anyways.

It was late, probably past ten o’clock and you were walking around in your pajamas and not really thinking too much as you handed your card over to the clerk. You paid for your food and gathered up your bags and headed towards the door.

You let the wind bite your cheeks.

Slowly, you made your way home. You made it to your apartment building when the acrid smell of alcohol burned your nose. You looked around and saw someone laying in the bushes outside your building.

“Ew, come on,” you complained. Just as you were about to turn and go on your merry way, the person on the ground moaned.

“Juuuuu,” a deep voice hiccuped.

Your heart stopped in your chest.

Gently you placed your items on the ground and headed towards the individual. Looking at the boots you already knew who it was.

“Jungkook,” you whispered.

“Juuu,” he groaned, turning over and attempting to move.

Why was the universe throwing fastballs when you were still in the little leagues here?

“Jungkook,” you said a little louder. His head lifted from the ground, his bleary eyes met yours and the dope smiled.

“Y/N! You’re there!”

“Yes Jungkook, I live here,” you sighed.

“I know, I ‘member, ‘s why I came by,” he murmured, sitting up on his knees.

“Jungkook you should go home,” you said, moving to turn away.

“Wait, pwease, lissten-I wanna talk to you,” he slurred, already trying to stand up.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Jungkook,” you declared, turning around when you heard his hoarse voice cry out for you.

“Pleeeaassseee, Y/N, dun leave me out here. I juss wanna talk,” Jungkook pleaded, eyes bright in the dark.

You sighed, looking up at the stars in the sky and you knew you were going to cave.

You always would.

“Can you stand?” You asked, looking at his state.

“Um, maybe?” He questioned, going to stand up when he wobbled on his feet and fell forwards. You rushed towards him to catch him, but forgot how bulky the man actually was, causing him to collapse on you in a heap of drunken confusion.

You huffed out a breath, looking up at Jungkook whose face was inches from your own. Now, you had a good look at him. Even in the dark you could see the purpling of his skin. You didn’t even think before bringing your fingers to the damaged skin and looking at it with concern.

“Ouch,” Jungkook said when you ran your finger across his cheek.

“Who did this to you?” you asked, grazing along the lines of his swollen skin.

“Dosn madder,” Jungkook said, pushing up off of you and rolling onto his back.

“Yes it does, who hit you?” You asked as Jungkook managed to stagger to his feet.

“I deserved it,” he gritted out, suddenly sounding more sober than he had earlier.

“Jungkook I doubt you deserved getting punched in the-well, maybe I can’t say that,” you said, rubbing your face awkwardly.

“I deserved it,” he repeated, walking down the street on wobbly deer legs that had you worried he’d fall into traffic.

“Jungkook!” You cried when he stumbled over the curb. Rushing forward you grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the road and towards you. “Come back to mine, sober up and then head home.”

Jungkook knew that he shouldn’t be entitled to your kindness, especially after how mean and heartless he’d been towards you that day. He was surprised you had managed to pull off acting the day after with him during the showcase.

It truly was a testament to you, and your ability to be professional.

Jungkook felt horrible suddenly.

Both mentally and physically.

“Oh fuck,” he choked before doubling over and vomiting on the street. You sighed and rubbed his back as he retched.

When he was done you brought out some tissues and wiped his mouth, tossing them into the garbage next to you. “Come on,” you encouraged, holding your hand out for him to take.

Jungkook’s drunken mind couldn’t resist the feeling of your skin on his, so he took your hand. You led him up the stairs. Jungkook followed, eyes big as he watched your hair flow back towards him. He could smell your shampoo and it made him want to fall asleep.

Soon you were unlocking your apartment. Jungkook leaned against the wall, looking over the railing and getting vertigo so he quickly came back to you.

You pushed your door open and ushered Jungkook inside, getting him settled on the couch. You tugged his shoes off, putting them by the door. You took your own off and ran to the kitchen to get him some water and mints.

When you returned, Jungkook was passed out on your couch. You couldn’t help the soft smile that made its way to your face.

Carefully, you laid him down and covered him with a soft blanket.

“Sweet dreams, Jungkook.”

* * *

You woke up to the smell of something burning.

Quickly you hauled yourself out of bed and ran towards the kitchen. There you saw Jungkook looking at a piece of bread with moderate confusion. He must’ve sensed you staring at him because he turned with a shy smile on his face.

“Normally I don’t have this much trouble with toast,” he admitted.

“Mine’s broken, you can only put it on setting one so it doesn’t burn,” you said.

“Ah, I see,” Jungkook sighed. “Well have you seen those life hacks where you can-”

“Jungkook,” you said, stopping him.

He silenced himself quickly.

“You were drunk, outside my apartment building. Why?” you asked, not beating around the bush.

“Because I wanted to apologize, but I felt so damn guilty that I thought I’d do some shots of liquid courage before I came here to talk to you. But two shots turned into a few more and suddenly I’m shit faced outside your apartment building at some godforsaken hour,” he said.

You took his words in.

“Apologize?” you asked.

“Um, yeah. Apologize,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“For?” you pushed.

“For being a dick, and not being considerate of your feelings when we spoke in the lighting booth,” he said, putting his hands together.

“Okay,” you said. “Apologize.”

Jungkook took a deep breath and looked you square in the eyes. “I’m sorry for being such a dick. I’m sorry for not taking the performance seriously in the beginning. And most of all, I’m sorry for hurting you and insulting you. I shouldn’t have suggested we have sex with no strings, that was disrespectful and rude to you.”

You nodded your head for a few moments.

“Okay,” you said again, going to move past him to get a second round of toast going.

“I have this odd feeling I’m not forgiven,” Jungkook said, biting his lip and turning to face you.

“It might be because I’m still thinking about whether I forgive you or not,” you said honestly.

Your heart pounded with each word.

Jungkook’s face fell. “I-I understand,” he said, swallowing hard.

“What you did really hurt me, Jungkook. I’m a person with feelings, not some object,” you lectured.

“I know that, fuck Y/N, I know. I messed up, I betrayed your trust or what little faith you had in me-”

“You did,” you nodded.

“But I’m honest when I say I didn’t mean to.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Why are you asking for forgiveness Jungkook? What’s one hurt girl compared to the tens of girls you’ve wronged before me?”

“B-Because they weren’t you.”

“Nice line, but you’re going to have to try another one,” you scoffed, trying to hide the shimmer of hope that started because of his words.

“I’m serious Y/N, they weren’t you. They placated me. Let me do whatever I want, you’ve never let me do that. You’ve challenged me, made me work to get what I want. I-I like that... I like... you,” Jungkook whispered.

Your heart jumped to your throat. He said everything you wanted to hear. Was he just that big of a fuck boy to know? Or was this a genuine confession.

Only one way to find out.

“I like you too, Jungkook,” you whispered, shutting your eyes tight. Hoping that he didn’t shatter you with your statement. You felt like a cracked wine glass, fit to crumble with a simple breath.

You waited for his laughter, for the mockery.

But when you opened your eyes, all you saw was Jungkook. A bright beaming smile on his face. “Y-You’re serious?” He asked, walking forward and taking your hands in his.

“Yes,” you grinned back, gripping his hands tightly.

“Fuck yeah!” He yelped, bringing your hands to his mouth to place an endearing kiss on them.

“Jungkook,” you blushed.

“Give me a chance, tell me I can call you mine,” he pleaded, looking up at you with such dreamy eyes that had your chest clenching in emotion.

“Jungkook I don’t know-we’re still-”

But before you could continue his lips were on yours.

You wanted to put up a little bit of a fight, but you couldn’t. Melting into his embrace you moved your mouth against his gingerly. You’d only ever kissed him, but the feeling was still overwhelming.

He pulled away slowly, eyes trained on your face.

“I should’ve let you finish, I’m sorry,” he said, biting his now damp lips.

“I know I should be mad, but I can’t be,” you sighed.

“So, before I rudely interrupted you-”

“Yes, I want you to call me yours. I want to call you mine,” you whispered. Jungkook beamed at you, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him in a flourish that was entirely too theatrical. But it was perfect.

“You’re mine and I’m yours,” Jungkook breathed over your lips, leaning to seal them together again.

As cheesy as it was to say it, your mouths fit together perfectly. Like ‘they were made for each other.’ However, it was the most accurate statement your distracted mind could think of while Jungkook practically ravaged your mouth.

“Fuck, I need you,” he growled, pulling away.

You flushed bright pink and Jungkook did the same.

Then the stammering began.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that-we don’t have to do anything, I wasn’t expecting-”

You brought your mouths together hurriedly. Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but you mimicked his motions from earlier, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. Jungkook grunted lightly, but kept your mouths together.

His hands stayed at your hips, but you wanted them to go further. To touch you more.

Lips smacking gently in the quiet room, you begged.

“Jungkook, please.”

Jungkook’s eyes turned dark as he brought you even closer, if it were possible. But then, a softness took over his features. “Are you sure? We can just kiss, or just-um, hang out? Fuck I don’t know Y/N, but we don’t have to go all the way.”

“But I want to,” you urged, pushing him towards your bedroom with a force he didn’t know you possessed.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s back hit the bed. He blinked a few times before you were crawling on top of him, kissing up his neck clumsily before connecting your lips softly. Jungkook’s hands worked on instinct, running up your sides and landing just under your breasts.

You licked at his lips shyly, wanting him to open his mouth. Jungkook sat breathless for a moment, before doing as you desired, opening his mouth and letting you take control for a bit. Although after too long you bit down on his lip a little too hard and he winced, pushing you back by the shoulders gingerly.

“Baby,” the word rolled off his tongue too easily, but made your stomach fill with butterflies regardless.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized, just as out of breath as he was.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s just, you don’t have to know what you’re doing. If you need me to guide you, just tell me. I’ll help you,” Jungkook soothed, finding your hands and intertwining your fingers together.

“Okay, I will,” you nodded, leaning down to kiss him again.

Jungkook eagerly accepted your mouth and adjusted your chin gently, locking the two of you into the perfect kiss. His rhythm guided you along, you followed him breaking apart only to breathe for a few seconds before reconnecting your mouths.

His lips were addictive, plump and swollen from yours.

But there was something in his eyes that made you pull back for a moment longer than usual.

“What is it?” You asked, sitting up on his lap and suddenly you felt the problem.

Jungkook was hard, extremely so, against your thigh.

He flushed and sat up to move you so you wouldn’t touch him-but you grabbed his wrist.

“Show me how,” you said, settling back into his lap. Jungkook swallowed hard and angled your hips against his crotch.

“Push forward,” he encouraged, looking down at your clothed centers touching. You did as he said, pushing forward with your hips, causing Jungkook to moan softly. His hardness rubbed against you as well, making a small squeak escape from your lips. Jungkook’s ears picked it up though, causing him to look at you with a small smile.

“Does it feel good?” You asked, pushing again, watching as his face scrunched up. He nodded slowly, before grabbing your hip and grinding back against you. You gasped out, his hardened length brushing against your sensitive center surprising you. You wanted more.

Without much more urging, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and ground against him harshly. Jungkook groaned against your lips, making you look at him with a deviousness that had his heart pounding.

“Feels so fucking good,” he agreed, licking his lips. Your chest was throbbing along with his trapped length. You could feel the wetness leaking into your flimsy pajama shorts. Your panties were probably in a miserable state. With a direct thrust to your wet core, Jungkook watched your face and saw your eyebrows raise in surprise.

“C-Careful,” you begged.

“You like that babygirl?” He asked, biting his lips harshly as he moved again. You gripped his shoulders as you felt him grind against you.

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered out.

“You’re soaking those pathetic little shorts, you should take them off,” Jungkook said, a low growl in his voice.

“Okay,” you agreed, standing up off of him and pulling your shorts down to reveal your pastel yellow panties, a cute little bow in the center decorating the band.

“Mmm, maybe you should take those off too, they’re ruined anyways,” Jungkook suggested. You nodded slowly, pulling your panties off in a clumsy fashion. Just as you were about to toss your underwear to the floor, you looked up and saw Jungkook holding his hand out expectantly.

“Wha-”

“Give them here babydoll,” he said, hand still extended palm up.

“But-”

“I don’t think that was a question sweet girl, give me your panties,” Jungkook commanded, you swallowed hard and handed them over. Jungkook smirked and grabbed them and tucked them away in the pocket of his jeans.

“You plan on wearing those later?” You asked, irritated that he managed to embarrass you like this.

“I plan on stuffing them in your bratty little mouth if you keep talking back to me,” he snarled, standing up and taking your jaw in his hand.

The position would scare some, but you felt the light pressure, Jungkook wasn’t doing this to hurt you. He wanted you to fall into a character.

“Sorry sir,” you breathed. Jungkook’s eyes widened before his lips were on yours, desperately searching. His hand remained on your jaw, kissing you with a force that was surprising. Jungkook brought his other hand to your waist, bringing you closer to him while he ravished your lips.

You brought your hands up to rest on his wrist, kissing him back with a lack of technique but it seemed to egg Jungkook on more. He moved your mouth along with his, making you rub your thighs together as your center heated up even more.

“What’s wrong babydoll? Need something?” He asked, placing his hands on your shoulder and hip.

You swallowed hard, before grabbing one hand and placing it over your core. Jungkook’s eyes shot up in surprise. You angled your hips to rut against his hand gently, a soft whine coming from your lips causing Jungkook to move his fingers for you so you could grind down against his hand, giving you sharp pleasure you hadn’t felt before.

“Right there,” you encouraged, eyes sparkling in the morning light. Jungkook started rubbing a little harder, kissing your jaw while you panted into his ear.

“Is it good? Feel good on your little pussy baby? So wet, wanna taste you, eat you up,” Jungkook moaned against your skin.

“You can do whatever you want to me sir,” you whispered, hips bucking against his fingers.

“Yeah? Let me do whatever I want to your body? Think you could take it?” He asked, wrapping his fingers around your throat loosely.

“Make me take it,” you brought your hand up to his fingers and made him squeeze.

“My babygirl is so naughty, who knew,” he grinned salaciously.

“This isn’t fair, take your pants off too sir,” you whined, reaching for his zipper. His hand gripped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Baby,” he tutted. “Don’t get greedy now.”

You whimpered out again, but moved back to let Jungkook take over. He was quick to flip you on your back on your bed, where he previously found himself. But this time you were without shorts and panties and Jungkook wasn’t a man to let opportunity pass him by. Quickly, he was placing kisses on your thighs and all over your lower stomach. A soft mewl came from your mouth when he placed a gentle kiss to your clit. Jungkook looked at you for a moment, confirming this is what you wanted.

“Please sir, please eat me out,” you begged lightly.

Jungkook growled deep in his chest. But kissed your lower stomach lovingly, laving his tongue over your heated skin. “I will. Has anyone ever-”

“No,” you answered fast. “You’ll be the first.”

“Such a sweet thing and no one’s had a taste? How sad, but I plan to enjoy every minute,” Jungkook said, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Please, hurry. Make me feel good,” you pleaded. Jungkook’s eyes sharpened at you and you shrunk against your sheets.

“Don’t make me punish you little girl, I won’t be kind even if it is your first time,” Jungkook warned.

“Yes sir, I’ll be good, I’m sorry,” you said quietly. Jungkook moved from his position between your legs and went up to your mouth.

“I know you’ll be my good girl, won’t you? My good girl,” he confirmed before placing a solid kiss on your lips. You wound your fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. Jungkook groaned into your mouth, hand coming up to cradle your face and the other settled right underneath your breast. You felt his thumb rubbing right along where your bra would sit, waiting.

“You can touch me, I want you to touch me,” you encouraged, placing his hand on your chest gently, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

“I’ll touch you until you can hardly take anymore,” Jungkook smiled, placing another quick peck to your lips before settling between your legs.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around your thighs and spread you open for him. You blushed, cheeks turning hot as Jungkook marveled at your beauty. Carefully, you reached out and touched his face. His eyes snapped to yours and you gave a gentle smile. Jungkook placed a kiss to your wrist before finally moving down to your center.

Gingerly, as to not startle you, Jungkook made a big lick along your slit. You jolted despite yourself, breath catching in your chest. It was an unusual feeling, but not unpleasant. Not by far. Jungkook gauged your facial features and continued slowly. Making bigger lips to start, not focusing on any particular area, but bringing you little sparks of pleasure regardless.

Then, Jungkook licked over your clit for a just a moment, watching as your hands gripped the sheets a little tighter. So far you hadn’t been very vocal, and Jungkook was wondering if oral just wasn’t your thing or if you were nervous. Reaching up with one hand, Jungkook intertwined your fingers.

“Relax babygirl, it’s just me. I wanna make you feel good,” Jungkook said, kissing your center again.

“I just, don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling,” you said, embarrassed.

“Does it not feel good?”

“It’s a little weird,” you confessed.

“So you don’t like it,” Jungkook said, looking a little put out.

“No no, just... Try it again, if I still don’t like it I’ll tell you,” you said.

Jungkook nodded before going back down, licking a little more directly against your clit. You felt a sharp pang of pleasure go through your lower stomach at the action. You shuddered in his hold, feeling the start of a fire in the base of your belly.

“J-Jungkook,” you whispered, biting your lip.

“Yeah?” he asked, lifting his head. You about kicked yourself for making him stop.

“Keep going, please keep going,” you begged

A bright smile took over his face as he nodded, diving back in with renewed vigor. Jungkook was eating you out like a man on death row would his last meal. His eyes were closed, face screwed up in pleasure as he continued to lick and slurp at your core with an intensity that bordered animalistic.

“O-oh!” you cried out, head throwing back against the bed in pleasure.

“Mmm, baby you taste so good,” he moaned. “Gonna make you cum like this.”

“Ah!” you gasped, gripping Jungkook’s hand tightly.

He kept up pace, sucking on your lower lips with a dastardly look on his face. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening. The heat rushing up from your stomach to your neck and face as you panted in pleasure. Jungkook brought your clit into his mouth and sucked harshly. You cried out, tightening your hand on his as your mind started to spiral.

“Come on baby, I know you wanna cum. Just cum, you can do it babygirl,” he cooed, almost patronizingly. But you couldn’t help yourself, every flick of Jungkook’s tongue had your mind going blank and soon you felt your body spasm and a strike of white hot bliss flushed over your being.

“Jungkook!” you cried out, his hand the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Good girl, what a good girl you are Y/N, my precious girl,” Jungkook whispered softly as he brought you down from your high.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were breathless as you looked up at your ceiling. Jungkook placed a final kiss to your center before coming up and taking your lips in his. You could taste yourself on his lips, it wasn’t an unpleasant taste, just different. But, the longer you kissed in the brightening morning light of your bedroom, you found you couldn’t hold off anymore.

“Jungkook, I'm ready,” you said when he finally pulled back from you.

His eyes shone like two pieces of obsidian glass as you looked at him above you. Jungkook gave you a boyish smile before nodding quickly. His body heat was replaced with the cold of the room. Soon, he was stripping himself of his clothes, so you decided to pull the last remaining piece of your own off as well.

Jungkook was lean and built strongly, with a narrow waist and damn near perfect proportions. His arms came to embrace you as you kissed him. Jungkook licked at your lips slyly, having you open your mouth to accept him.

The wet sound of your kissing filled the room as Jungkook adjusted you on your bed. He arranged the pillows and even had you put one under your butt to lift your hips up better. He kept coming back to your lips for more and more kisses as he did this, making your heart shine with adoration.

Finally, Jungkook seemed appeased with your placement on the bed and then his face went pale.

“Fuck, I don’t have any condoms,” he frowned, rubbing his neck.

“I do, in the bedside drawer,” you said, pointing towards the piece of furniture.

“Gotcha,” Jungkook answered, scrambling off the bed towards the table. He opened the drawer, found the box and opened them with ease. You swallowed hard as he spit in his hand and rubbed his length a few times before rolling the condom on.

Soon he was back on your bed, crawling forward and placing random kisses all over your body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” you flushed.

“Gonna make you feel how beautiful you are to me, how beautiful you are no matter what,” Jungkook said, mostly to himself.

“Is it gonna hurt?” you asked. Jungkook furrowed his brow.

“It might sting for a second but if it hurts more than that then you need to tell me,” Jungkook said. You nodded and nestled into the sheets reaching for him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

“I trust you,” you breathed as you separated.

“I trust you too,” he said, a smile on his face.

“Go slow?”

“Okay.”

Soon, Jungkook was lined up with your entrance and pushing in. He was right, it did sting a little bit, but what replaced the stingy achiness was the full feeling.

You gripped his forearm tightly, and Jungkook paused. “Are you okay?” he asked. You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment.

“Need a second?” he questioned.

“Y-Yes,” you said. Jungkook brought himself down onto his elbows, kissing your forehead gently before another sweet kiss was pressed to your lips.

You could feel him everywhere, it made your heart race. Jungkook pulled back and you urged your hips forward, wanting more of him inside of you. He was eager to comply. Kissing you again he pushed forward the rest of the way and finally settle within you.

“Is that it?” you asked, panting slightly.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jungkook chuckled lightly.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” you groaned, gripping the sheets tightly.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, worried.

“No,” you moaned out. Jungkook felt his stomach clench at the wanton sound of your voice.

“Want me to move baby? Want me to pound your pussy so hard you can’t leave this bed for the rest of the day?” he asked, teasing lilt in his voice.

“Yes sir, please!” you cried out.

Jungkook, despite wanting nothing more than to ravage your body, gave a few shallow thrusts to make sure that you were okay with the sensation. If the moan that came from you was anything to go by, he would say you were enjoying yourself.

“Fuck, pussy so tight, so good baby,” he moaned, pushing himself forward and smacking his hips into yours.

It felt like your blood was on fire in the best way possible. Jungkook was thrusting inside of you at a pace that was alarming, but felt so good you couldn’t tell him to slow down or stop. You honestly didn’t want him to either.

“S-Sir, so big, I-I can’t-”

Jungkook smirked before bringing your lips together in a passionate kiss.

“You can take it, can’t you baby? Or I’ll make you take it, stuff you so full of my cock that you won’t be able to think of anything else.”

“P-Please, give me more,” you begged, moving your hips back against his instinctively. Jungkook seemed happy to deliver, pounding against you so hard your body moved up the bed. Jungkook grabbed your leg, lifting it to his shoulder.

You cried out as he slipped even deeper inside of you. Jungkook groaned and kissed your calf before plowing into you at an even scarier speed.

“Fuck I can’t hold it,” he whimpered.

“It’s okay, I’m there. Touch me, touch me please,” you mewled. Jungkook nodded and brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it diligently.

“Fuck fuck fuck, baby, so close, feels so good,” Jungkook cried out. The sweat had collected on his brow and was pooling down his spine.

“Jungkook!” you cried out at the cord inside of you snapped for a second time that night.

Jungkook couldn’t hold on as you tightened exponentially around him.

“Fuck Y/N!” he whimpered, curling forward as he emptied himself into the condom.

The two of you laid there in the afterglow, Jungkook was panting hard as if he’d ran a marathon. Your heart was in your throat as you ran your fingers through his sweaty hair.

“I really like you Y/N,” Jungkook whispered. “I’m not just saying that. I-I really am glad I can call you mine,” he breathed against your swollen lips.

“Me too,” you said, kissing him deeply. “Now, hurry up, we’re doing that until I can’t feel my legs.”

Jungkook laughed.

“Whatever my babygirl wants.”

Ungodly Hour: Day 2

You decide to give Jungkook exactly what he wanted - a date. @suciedad-divina @satisfied18 @y2k5bby @petalsofink @swga-ficrecs @rrrapmonste-rr @xtrataerrestrial @bangctans @danielle143 @taekritimin123 @thelilbutifulthings @jksjx @tasha-0795 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Word Count: 3.658

Warning: semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), smut, simp jungkook, car sex, creampie, unprotected sex, dirty talking, feelings being expressed :'), dom jungkook, submissive reader,

DAY 2

“Excuse me?” Jungkook is taken aback by your words and he releases a deep scoff from his throat. “No.”

You roll your eyes at Jungkook’s dramatic response. “I’m saying. It doesn’t have to be anything over the top.”

“Y/N…” Jungkook grasps both of your hands from the other side of the kitchen island. “...we’re not having our first date in my living room binge watching Law & Order and eating pizza.”

You sigh and slump your shoulders. “We can even watch whatever nerd shit-”

“Nerd shit?!” Jungkook appears offended. “Just because I watch a little Marvel.” he then shakes his head. “Look, that's honestly besides the point. Me and you are going on a real date.”

The following morning when you woke up, you were surprised to not see Jungkook. You recalled after the shower the two of you took that slumber came soon after, you sporting one of his shirts. The spot where you last recalled him was left cold, meaning that he was gone for the majority of the time you slept. 

You washed up, brushing your teeth vigorously to get rid of your morning breath. You then make your way down the hall to where you hear Jungkook scurrying around in the kitchen. “You don’t have to be so sappy.” you recall snickering, leaning against the other side of the island.

“Seriously?” Jungkook scoffed. “I woke up early to assure you have an amazing breakfast and this is what you say to me?” Jungkook shook his head but there's a tiny smile on his lips. “Picked these flowers fresh for you this morning. Hope the neighbor doesn’t mind.” Your eyes glanced at the assorted flowers that appeared as if they’ve been snatched from someone’s garden  - the stems are all different sizes and didn’t appear to be bought from a shop or a grocery store.

You and Jungkook ate breakfast, you happily munching on everything he cooked for you without as much as a care. You and him sat side by side, entirely too close, and enjoyed the company the two of you provided.

“Let’s go on a date.” Jungkook had said once he was done with his own food - a random silence falling before the two of you prior to him speaking.

Your head turned to Jungkook slowly, his eyes already on you and awaiting a response. 

“You already said you were my girl…” Jungkook trailed off, lifting his hand to cup your chin. “...if you cut off the play hard to get game you love to play, then we can do what we both want to do.”

“Okay.” you nodded your head, not only surprising yourself at your agreement, but also Jungkook. His eyes turned wide and in an instant, he’s smiling wide.

“I’m thinking…a picnic? A movie? Dinner? How about we just do it all?” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders.

“A picnic movie…dinner?” you tilt your head with a smile on your lips. “Isn’t that what I suggested we do here?”

“Fuck, Y/N.” Jungkook drops your hands to run his hands through his hair. “You don’t go out on date’s much, do you?”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook, you think.

“Dates are supposed to be things we do outside the home.” Jungkook says slowly, speaking as if you were a child. 

“I know what a fucking date is.” you roll your eyes. “Fine. I’ll let you plan this…picnic movie dinner date. Whatever the fuck that is.”

Jungkook then claps his hands together. “Thank you!” Jungkook comes around the island to wrap you in a tight embrace, your back against his torso. “Then soon you’ll agree to be my girlfriend and everything will fall into place.”

“I don’t think so.” you snicker, but even you didn’t believe your words. You were, damn you say this, beginning to like having Jungkook around. 

“Mhmm.” Jungkook hums, his embrace only getting tighter. “Who knows what you’ll agree to when you’re on my dick.”

“Excuse-”

“I feel like you’ll agree to a marriage proposal as long as I fuck you right.” Jungkook continues, chuckling after the words are spoken. His right hand grips your breast tightly before it dips down between your legs. 

Jungkook’s shocked when you initial the kiss first, turning your head to press a needy kiss to his lips. It causes him to groan into it, cupping your sex entirely. 

“Can I sit on your face?” you plead.

“Always.” Jungkook nods hastily, hoisting you off of the island stool to make his way down the hall to his bedroom.

NIGHT 2

“How the hell did he get my mother’s number?” you asked Jungkook in pure disbelief, re-reading Jimin’s tweet.

“Please don’t involve me in that.” Jungkook glances away from the road to you. “I have no idea how. It’s Jimin. He has his ways.”

You groan, turning off your phone and putting it to the side. “Fuck Jimin.”

“Well, he is the reason you agreed to go on a date with me. He’s going to be the godfather to our children.”

You snarl at Jungkook’s words, heat rushing through you. “You always go years in advance, do you?” you grumble. “I thought Jimin hated me.”

“Hate you? Of course not!” Jungkook begins to laugh as if it's the funniest statement in the world. “He actually really likes us together. Says we fit.”

You furrow your brows at the new information. Jimin wasn’t an outright asshole, but neither was he someone you considered that “liked you”. 

“He’s just a little upset. I kicked him off the streaming services so you can have a better experience.” Jungkook snorts. “But he tells me all the time that he ships us.”

“Huh.” you nod slowly. “I suppose that means I have your friend’s approval.” you joke.

“Of course.” Jungkook laughs. He places a hand on your thigh while the other is firmly on the steering wheel. “I already met the in-laws. You milk my dick every night-”

“Ugh.” you slap his hand away from your thigh and cross your arms. “Y/N, baby. Stop denying fate.” Jungkook says. “We’re going on our first date. It has to be something to tell our kids about. So if you can kindly behave.”

Jungkook was adamant about a picnic movie dinner date - in his own way. The night is cool and far too chilly to have a picnic outside, not only that, but it was dark. He managed to find a drive in theater that was showing a horror movie tonight and before the journey there, he had gathered dinner - chinese takeout with an abundance of drinks and snacks to share along the way.

“Kinda dead.” you note as Jungkook comes to the drive-in theater. There’s a man at a concession stand who appeared to be half asleep upon Jungkook entering. He doesn’t bother to stop Jungkook so he can pay, just nodding his head for him to drive along. 

“Even better.” Jungkook murmurs to himself. There’s only 2 cars that he can see parked further from one another and from his own. “I’m so excited.” 

You couldn’t help but grim st Jungkook’s excitement. His determination to date you was cute, you’d admit. 

“What movie is on now?” you ask, taking off your seatbelt to get comfortable.

“Let’s see…it follows.” Jungkook scrolls through his phone for a bit. “Followed by some more horror. We can stay for one more if you’d like.”

You nod your head. 

The date was nice. Jungkook kept his car on so the heat could circulate and the both of you ate and talked, laughing at a few scenes or small jokes that each of you would send. 

Was this what your life turned to? A domesticated realtionship with Jeon Jungkook - the same boy you swore was the embodiment of a fuck boy? Your mother always told you not to judge a book by its cover and that’s exactly what you had done with him. 

But you’d give yourself slack. Jungkook looked like a fuck boy - tattoos, piercings, hot body and was a smooth talker? How could you think any other way?

But then Jungkook and his stubborn competitiveness came in. He was determined to prove you wrong - prove that he could be someone you could like more than just a fuck buddy. 

“What’s on your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook turns to you, a trail of sauce down the side of his lips. “You’ve been staring into space for a while now.”

You take a sip of your drink  - Jungkook insisted you tried this flavored soda that was one of his favorites; you weren’t so sure if you liked it as much. “Just thinking.”

“While there’s a murderer on the loose?” Jungkook furrows a brow, licking the sauce away with his tongue. “You would surely be the first to die.”

You roll your eyes in response.

“What’s on your mind?”

“What is it that you like about me exactly?”

Jungkook turns to you fully. “I had this speech set out for a one year anniversary.” he sighs.

“Can you get serious?” your body feels hot and Jungkook laughs. 

“I like how stubborn you are. You always keep me on my toes. I never get bored when I’m with you.”

“Yet.”

Jungkook frowns. “Don’t ruin the moment with your negativity.” he quips. “You aren’t afraid to shit talk me even when I know deep down in that shell of a heart…” Jungkook smirks at your scowling face. He drops his chopsticks into the container he was eating and grasps your chin between his fingers. “...you love my company just as much as I love yours.”

“Simp.” you mumble.

“I’ll always simp for my girl.” Jungkook retorts. “If you don’t believe me, Y/N. I can continue.” Jungkook drops your chin. “I come to like the way you look in the morning. Drool on my pillow-”

“Fuck you.” you groan. “-while you snuggle close into me.” Jungkook laughs at your reaction. “I like watching you eat until you’re full and not be embarrassed that I’m watching. I love cooking for you, too.”

You swallow at Jungkook’s words.

“I like buying you things because there’s that softness in your eyes when I give it to you. It’s nice for those few seconds that you’re silent, just smiling. It makes me want to buy you even more things.”

“You can stop now.” you murmur to him, your heart pumping out your chest, so loud you’re sure he can hear it.

“I like how good to me you are.”

“I don’t think I’m that good.” you scoff with a shake of your head. You don’t do anything for Jungkook - not as much as he does for you, that is.

“You are.” Jungkook begins to close the lids of his food, deciding that the food could wait. He places the food back inside the bags and discards them in his back seat. “You’re so good for me. When you sit on my face. When you let me take control. You’re always good to me.”

With each passing word, Jungkook’s voice drops until it’s in a complete whisper.

“You allow me to hold you close, to kiss you, touch you…” you don’t realize how your legs are clenching until it’s friction. Curse your body for giving out on you when it comes to Jeon Jungkook and his deep voice.

“I can go on and on all night, Y/N.” Jungkook speaks with a tilt of his head. 

You inhale, closing your eyes for a bit. “Jungkook…” you say, opening your eyes to look straight at him. “...take your dick out.”

Jungkook furrows his brows at your request. “Huh-”

“Just take your dick out.” you say, shoving Jungkook in the shoulder.

Seriously, fuck Jeon Jungkook and his way of words that makes you just want to wrap your mouth around his dick. 

Jungkook nods hastily, wasting no time doing what he’s told.

The car isn’t big - you’re used to a lot of space when being with Jungkook. But, you would make it work. You wrap a hand around the base of Jungkook cock, tongue sticking out. A trail of saliva falls onto the tip of his cock and Jungkook shudders.

You begin to suck on the tip of Jungkook’s cock, focusing on it entirely. Your hands pump the length of him just like you know he likes it.

Jungkook places a hand on top of your head, resting in your hair. He winches in pleasure, eyes snapping shut.

You take Jungkook in you deeper and deeper - so deep that he’s hitting the back of your throat. You’re clenching around nothing now, your underwear soaking by the second, but you didn’t care. You wanted Jungkook now more than ever - if even possible. The sounds of your slurping echo off the car walls, Jungkook turning down the radio so the movie wouldn’t distract him from you.

“You’re always so, fuck…good to me.” Jungkook pants. It’s like he’s told you - there was never a true dull moment. Even outside of sex, he never knows when he’s going to get himself into when he’s with you. 

You pop his cock from your mouth, a thin line of saliva connecting your mouth to it. “Do you want to cum in my mouth?” you ask him, wheezing. “Or on my face?”

“I-I don’t know.” Jungkook’s cheeks are dusted red by your sudden question. He’s never thought about cumming on your face - and the thought now interests him. However, it also makes him feel as though you’re something that he doesn’t think of you as  - a simple slutty hookup. 

Your tongue twirls slowly onto the tip, lightly passing the small hole as you await his response. 

“J-Just…fuck, Y/N.” Jungkook throws his head back and lets out a whine. “Can I fuck you?”

You knit your brows. “No room-”

“Back seat.” Jungkook rushes to say. 

“What if someone sees?” your heart is pumping with adrenaline at just the thought of being caught with Jungkook now.

“It’s dark.” Jungkook scoffs. “And who even cares?”

You lick your lips and nod your head. “Wanna ride you.” you whine low and it doesn’t take long for you to be fully undressed in the back of Jungkook’s car - Jungkook removing the bottom half of his clothing before joining you. 

It’s cramped, you’d admit, but it doesn’t bother you. You tried your best not to cause too much commotion in your riding - the car was already moving from side to side - but Jungkook wasn’t going to allow any hesitation. He didn’t care what others saw - not like anyone was watching. His hands are roaming your naked body, watching with hooded eyes as you take him.

“Everything…okay?” Jungkook pants, biting his lip to hide yet another pleasurable moan. You nod your head, arms wrapped around Jungkook’s neck. You’re unsure yourself where the stamina came from - Jungkook was always the one with the unwavering speed and energy. 

“Why do you ask?” Jungkook’s cock is so deep inside of you that you never want to stop riding him.

“You’re fucking yourself so good.” Jungkook grunts, hands gripping the flesh of your ass. “Just thought maybe there was…” he stops for a moment when he feels you clench around him and it takes everything in him to not flip you over. “...something on your mind.”

There was, you think. You leaned away from Jungkook to watch his expression - the low eyes, whispering “fuck” and “shit” every other moment mixed with the pure bliss on his face. 

“I love your cock.” you admit with a high pitched moan. Oftentimes you’d refrain from giving Jungkook any satisfaction so early on.

“Yeah?” there was a deep chuckle in Jungkook’s voice. Any chance you had of being in control is taken when Jungkook begins to thrust upwards to meet your hips. 

Sober you - and not the dick drunk person you are now - are surely going to look back and die of humiliation. Who were you giving a man the satisfaction of knowing what you loved about them?

“You always fuck me so good.” you capture Jungkook’s lips on your own, fully allowing him to take control. “You treat me well, too.”

Jungkook kisses down your jaw, his thrusts never halting. So this is why you were doing this - sucking his cock like your life depended on it and then attempting to milk him dry. He supposed this was your way of telling him that you liked him - in a typical you way of things. Only when you were being fucked so good could you ever admit these feelings for him.

But, Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way - he loved breaking down those walls you put up.

“I’ll always treat you well.” Jungkook grunts. “Come here.” Jungkook maneuvers you so that you’re against the seat, ass in the air. He wasn’t going to let the tight space stop him from fucking you the way he wanted to. 

Another pleasurable whine escapes you when Jungkook re-enters you. The new position allows him to go deeper, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. One hand rests onto your hip to keep you in place while another hoists you up by your neck.

“What else, baby?” Jungkook says between thrusts. “What else do you like about me?”

Jungkook was getting off to this, fully understanding that you wouldn’t admit these feelings for him any other way. You were far too stubborn - but that didn’t mean he never wanted to hear them.

“Y-You deal with me. You’re always so…so…” your eyes begin to flutter close, pussy pulsing around Jungkook’s cock. It’s as if with each thrust, he goes deeper and deeper, fully fucking every inch of life out from you. “...so nice to me.”

Jungkook leans down, his tongue licking from the middle of your back to your shoulder. He then presses a kiss against your shoulder blade. “You know you’re my girl. I’ll always be kind to you.”

“I-I know, baby.”

Fuck.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook. This was something he was never going to live down and the sober part of you hopes that he didn’t hear you say the little pet name that the dick drunk side of you said.

Of course, Jungkook did and his eyes widened slightly. 

“You like me.” Jungkook laughs a joyous tune - it’s as if he isn’t plunging his cock deep inside of you right now. He has a boyish grin on his lips as he continues. The hand on your hope makes its way between your legs, rubbing along on your wet clit. “You like me, Y/N!” he sing-songs.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook - because wasn’t it obvious that you liked him? You spent more time with him than you did with anyone else - even Chaeyoung was beginning to question if things had gotten further than you told her.

“Didn’t I tell you I can have you saying anything for me if I fucked you good enough?”

Fuck. Jeon. Jungkook.

Jungkook’s fingers continue to play with your clit, his pounding never ceasing. This is what fueled Jungkook - your moans, the clenching of your pussy, you admitting that you liked him - no matter how obvious it was outside of sex. Hearing you say it was enough to fuel him even further.

“It’s a matter of time before you admit you love me.” there it was, the deep sultriness in Jungkook’s voice has returned. “But we can wait a little longer for that. I’ve waited this long to hear you admit you liked me.”

You’re sobbing now due to overstimulation - that and Jungkook always had a way with words just as he had a way with using his dick.

“You always look so pretty when you take me.” Jungkook’s warm breath is right against your ear. It causes you to shudder while goosebumps litter your skin. “You know sometimes I think about how there’s guys I know that want you.”

You whimper when Jungkook’s hand slaps along your clit harshly. 

“But I have you here in my car creaming my cock.” Jungkook cackles as if it’s the funniest thing in the world. “It brings great satisfaction knowing that I’m the one that has you. That Y/L Y/N who was once known to deny everyone…” Jungkook kisses your shoulder blade once more. “...is crying for my cock. Say it, baby. Say you only want me.”

“O-Only want you.” you comply far too quickly, a pathetic sob coming right after.

You’re cumming - it waves down on you hard. You don’t notice you’re crying with ecstasy until you’re blinking them away to focus on anything.

“Fuck, that’s right, baby. Only me.” Jungkook picks up the pace of his thrusts, sloppy. Your pussy is so wet that it squelches loudly. “Only us.” is all Jungkook is mustered to say before he himself is cumming, twitching with pleasure right inside of you.

Each time Jungkook cums inside of you always seems to be more intense than the last. He doesn’t release his cock from inside of you until he’s softening, the cum trailing down your thigh painfully slow.

“You okay?” Jungkook asks when he catches his breath, laying you gently against his seats. “I think we need a safe word. You never tell me when I go too far.” he murmurs, only half jokingly.

You mumble something beneath your breath and Jungkook comes closer to hear it.

Your body turns, your back now against his seat. Jungkook awaits for you to speak. “I’m so sleepy.”

Jungkook snickers. “I bet.” he responds. “You have work tomorrow, right?”

You nod your head, dreading the fact. Your work shifts are never long - but being with Jungkook majority of the day made life a little more bearable.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and making you want to be around him more.

“We should probably head home then.” Jungkook leans away but you grab his shirt. He stops, eyes fixed on you. “Yeah, baby?”

You lean forward a bit to capture his lips. It’s quick, nothing but a peck but it causes both of your hearts to leap. 

Ungodly Hour: Day 1

You and Jungkook are together for the whole weekend. All he truly wanted from you was to admit you were his girl - but like always, he had to fuck it out of you. @swga-ficrecs @rrrapmonste-rr @xtrataerrestrial @bangctans @danielle143 @taekritimin123 @thelilbutifulthings @jksjx @tasha-07 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

word count: 3.675

warning: dirty talk, nipple sucking, slight kissing, neck biting, edging, face-slapping, cocky/jealous/possessive/dominant jungkook, bitchy/shit-talking but submissive reader, creampie, crying, begging,

“You cooked this?” your mother is first to ask once she bites into the meat, eyes growing slightly wide. “It tastes amazing.”

Jungkook gives a toothy grin and nods. “I added a secret sauce that my father has taught me.” 

You want to roll your eyes at Jungkook.

Dinner was going by smoothly. Around 20 minutes ago, your parents arrived. Your father appeared much the same, nonchalant and just ready to eat. Your mother did most of the talking. Her eyes roamed the apartment with prying eyes. She asked Jungkook and you questions after questions, all of which Jungkook responded to quickly and without hesitation. 

“How did you two really meet?” your mother asks after a moment. “I assume it couldn’t have been tweeter.”

You scoff. “No. It was not twitter.”

Jungkook places a hand atop yours and laughs. He wraps his fingers into your own and eyes you. He then brings your hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss. “We met at the University.” Jungkook nods. “She was so cold to me at first.”

Your mother shakes her head. “Typical of her.”

“I must’ve asked her out a million times. I was shut down each and every time. Right, baby?”

You want to snatch that smirk off of his lips, but you only roll your eyes. 

“I think she got tired of my begging and agreed to a date.” Jungkook turns to your mother. “Ever since then, I’ve been attached to her like a lost puppy.”

Your father listens, not interested in speaking, but interested enough to appear apart of the conversation. “I’m glad.” your mother speaks. She takes a sip of her water. “Y/N can be a little mean.”

You knit your brows, but before you can speak Jungkook cackles. “She can!” he agrees.

Oh wow, you think. 

“But that’s what I love about her. She’s feisty and stubborn.” Jungkook looks your way, his eyes burning into you. You glance away from them and grunt, feeling hot. “And she always speaks up for me at restaurants when they get my order wrong.”

“That was once.” you quip. “You asked for extra sauce…”

“I did.” Jungkook nods. “I thought she was going to rip someone’s head off.” he tells your mother jokingly. “At least I know she cares.”

Jungkook was right - he had won over your mother.

That was expected, however. Your mother was easy to please. Jungkook was the equivalent of tall, dark and handsome. He’s easy to speak with and was such a smooth talker that it even had her swooning. He was affectionate, often kissing your hand or your head - more than usual, but you told yourself he was milking this to the very end. 

Now, your father was a different story. He was able to engage the man into conversation and actually hold it, having your fathers full and undivided attention. That is when you realized that Jungkook meant what he said - that even if this fake dating didn’t end with the both of you actually dating, that Jungkook would be there regardless. Your mother was already inviting him to dinner the following week and even hugged him before leaving - before she hugged you. 

“I’ll see you two next week?” your mother asks as she’s strolling out the door.

Jungkook wraps you in a tight embrace, his head resting on your shoulder. “You will!” he responds to her, waving curtly. “Y/N tells me about your cooking all the time. I can’t wait!”

You grumble - it was all the time, but you weren’t aware Jungkook was actually listening to your random ramblings. He was slowly winning your mother over that you were sure she would have him for dinner even without you there.

“You think you’re cute?” you push Jungkook off of you once the door is shut. 

“Is that the thanks I get for making a good impression?”

You cross your arms. “You know what you were doing complimenting her the entire night.”

Jungkook smirks. “Like mother, like daughter. You both like my praises.” Jungkook’s hands are on you again, bringing you closer to him. “I have to keep myself on top if I’m going to be competing against these boyfriends.”

Your hands are against his chest to push him away. “Ugh, take me home.”

“You aren’t staying the weekend?” Jungkook pouts his lips slightly. “We have to finish binge watching Law & Order.”

“You’re right.” you sigh for a moment. “And here I thought I had a chance to get rid of you.”

“You never can.” Jungkook’s right hand slaps your ass. You yelp, but it was only a gesture to bring you closer to him. He pecks your lips. “Let’s get going. We have the entire weekend ahead of us.”

The night shouldn’t have ended like this. You told yourself that you and Jungkook wouldn’t be entangled together - especially since you were watching Law & Order - there was no way Jungkook could ignore such an amazing series to get his cock wet.

But Jungkook had. 

It started with light touching. Jungkook’s bed is soft and it’s easy to be comfortable. He had gave you a shirt to wear - even if you had a weekend's worth of clothes - he insisted it would be best. You were certain he just wanted you in his shirt to appear more domesticated. 

Your first mistake was not wearing anything but the shirt and panties. Jungkook’s hands wandered upon your skin, his body dangerously close to yours. His hips would rut against your ass, prying hand going beneath the oversized shirt. “Just one kiss, Y/N. Don’t be like that.” was what he said - and you caved.

Of course it could never be one kiss. One peck led to him begging for more - and more. It led to him flipping you to face him, his hand squeezing the flesh of your ass to bring you closer to him. It continued with you being on top of him, tongues fighting against one another. His hands stayed upon your ass, rubbing gently as you and he kissed.

“We’re missing the show.” you protest, breaking free of the heated kiss. 

“We can always go back.” Jungkook eyes you with hooded eyes. “You look so pretty in my shirt.” he murmurs.

“Shut up, simp.” you roll your eyes jokingly.

“I can never compliment my girl without getting called a simp.” Jungkook tsks. His hands rub up your rib back down to your waist to your thighs. “It’s true, though. I wanna wake up with you like this every day.”

“I would have to actually be your girl for that to happen.” you retort. You gently grind against him, lips flashing him a mischievous grin. 

“You are my girl.” Jungkook hisses low, hands squeezing your hips to keep you firmly against him. “I got you in my shirt, don’t I?”

Jungkook and his logical comebacks. Damn him.

“I got you to stay with me this weekend, right?” Jungkook continues, his tongue coating his lips with moisture. 

“So?”

Jungkook manages to lift himself up without disrupting you. You and he are face to face now, your thighs caging him in between you. 

“So that makes you my girl.” Jungkook pecks your lips. “I know you like being called my girl, Y/N. Each time I say it you grind against me a little harder.”

Truly, fuck Jeon Jungkook because damn was he right.

“Exactly.” Jungkook murmurs, and for a second you believe he’s going to say something else - a comment that would indicate just how “down bad” you were for him. But no, Jungkook continues to stare at you.

You shift in his lap and with that, Jungkook blinks. “You’re really pretty.” 

You frown, knitting your brows together in an attempt to be annoyed - even if your heart did jolt. 

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook continues, his arms embracing you. “Far too stubborn to admit.”

“Is this how you ask out all your girls?” you snort, but feel yourself melting in his warm embrace. “Just demand for them to be with you?”

“There you go, Y/N.” Jungkook chuckles. “You go in that head of yours and start being delusional and fantasize me being with other girls.”

“Excuse me?” Delusional?

“Why are you adamant on me having multiple girls?” Jungkook gently kisses your forehead just because he knows it annoys you - his random acts of affection or kindness in a situation that is deemed “serious”.

You shrug your shoulders. “You fit the fuck boy aesthetic.” was all you say.

Jungkook snorts. “You think I have girls lining up to suck my dick in exchange for streaming services?”

You gasp. “We said we wouldn’t bring that up!” you hiss. 

“You’re right, baby. I’m sorry.” Jungkook smiles. “I just don’t see how you think I’m a fuck boy even now. I barked in order to meet your parents. I’m still getting laughed at in the groupchat.”

You suppress your own laughter, only giving Jungkook a grin.

“I basically fund your whole lifestyle. I think that’s far beyond a fuck boy.” Jungkook adds - but not in a way to throw it in your face or to appear as though you need him to. 

“A sugar daddy at best.” you shrug, but even you can’t help but laugh at the bewildered look on Jungkook’s face. “You do know you aren’t obligated to buy me things.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes - it was the same song and dance as before. He’d get you something he heard you speak about once a few days prior - you would insist it wasn’t a need, but the sparkle in your eyes was enough for him to keep doing it. 

“As my girl…” Jungkook places a kiss at the nape of your neck. “...it’s required of me to.”

“Until you get bored and throw me to the side.” you feel Jungkook’s teeth bite down on your neck. 

“You do everything but admit you like me, baby.” Jungkook presses you firmly against him. “I’m beginning to think that’s what you want me to do so you can remain in denial.”

Jungkook’s hands go beneath the large shirt of his you wore. Your skin is so soft and smooth - the both of you shudder. 

“You’re okay.” you murmur, biting your lip when you feel both of his hands engulf your breasts. 

“Just okay?” Jungkook’s tongue twirls on the spot he bit. “I can have you on your back begging for me in seconds, baby. Nothing about me is ‘just okay’.”

Your play hard to get was not going to last - especially not now. The cocky Jungkook was creeping in, and he knew that your words were nothing but bluffs.

“I’m sure I would be the same way with someone else.”

You couldn’t help it. It was a game for you at times to rile up Jungkook. He was the jealousy and competitive type - he had to prove that he was the best at any and everything he did. 

“You want me to fuck you so bad.” Jungkook chuckles, but you can hear the slight irritation in his voice - deep and raspy; ready to prove you wrong. You shudder slightly as goosebumps ride across your skin.

You really did. You were already wet enough, his hands and mouth adding to it. There was nothing like Jungkook fucking your petty words right out of you.

“You do this every time, Y/N.” Jungkook bites your neck harshly and you yelp, squirming. “You love messing with me. It must turn you on seeing me fuck the submission into you.”

You swallow thickly to suppress a moan. “I just give you what you want.” you shrug slightly. 

“What do I want?”

“Someone to moan for you no matter if it feels good or not.”

You were playing a dangerous game with Jungkook, but it just brings nothing but excitement through you. 

You yelp once more when you feel your hair being yanked. “You’re being a bitch again, baby.” Jungkook murmurs, but even he is amused by your attempts. You can never just tell him that you want him - never tell him that you want him to dominate. Instead, you deny or insinuate the opposite just to give him a reason to prove you wrong.

But Jungkook said it once before, he loved your ‘play hard to get’ game you played with him; when he had you it was much more satisfying. 

“Isn’t that what you like about me?” you tease, and even in the dim room - law and order playing ignored in the background - you are beautiful to him, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Love it.” Jungkook presses his lips firmly onto yours, his tongue sliding past your mouth. It’s quick and he’s rough, but you cannot protest. His hands are gripping your flesh so hard that you feel as though they’d leave a mark.

Jungkook yanks the shirt off of you, tongue instantly finding both of your breasts. Your legs are wrapped around him, his clothed cock pressing firmly against you.

“Why can’t you be normal?” Jungkook’s lips pops from your nipples, his tongue licking it furiously. “A normal girl would just tell me she wants me to be a little rough and not provoke it out of me.”

Jungkook grips both of your breasts into the palm of his hands and brings both of your nipples into his mouth.Your back arches at the warm sensation pooling through you. 

“I-I have to tell you how to fuck like a man?”

There was a new sensation when the words left your mouth and hit Jungkook’s ears. It’s a sensation that shoots straight to your core and leaves your cheek stinging.

The room is silent, Jungkook’s eyes wide watching your reaction for a moment. He’s ready to apologize for not thinking before he slaps you, but it’s your moan that draws him back to reality.

“You liked that?” Jungkook murmurs and you nod, biting your lip. Jungkook grunts, his mind wandering just how far you’d let him go.

Jungkook unwraps your legs from around him and removes himself from the bed. He drags you to the edge of it, you yelping at the sudden movement. Jungkook removes your panties and widens your legs. He’s cocky - through the flashing television light, he see’s how wet you are for him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Jungkook demands.

You swallow, finding it difficult underneath his intense gaze. Jungkook lowers himself, burying his tongue deep within your folds. He forces your legs open each time you threaten to close them. His eyes are locked onto your fluttering ones, watching as you moan and cry for him. You were so beautiful for him - if only you’d allow him to admire your beauty. Oftentimes when he looked your way, you were quick to respond with a witty remark.

“Fuck…” you groan, breaking eye-contact just as he enters his fingers inside of you. You lay your head back and continue to pant. 

“You never allow me to treat you nicely.” Jungkook removes his tongue from your clit to spit on it, continuing his pumping. “If you’d let me, I would take good care of you.” Jungkook licks his lips, the wet sounds of your pussy like a melody to his ears. “But instead, you want to be a bitch. I don’t get it.”

“K-Kookie…” you draw out a moan, a hand cupping your breast. You can feel the familiar churning in your stomach. “I’m gonna cum-”

“No you aren’t.” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you, hand slapping your clit. 

Your eyes shoot open, your pussy clenching around nothing. “W-What-”

Your mouth is stuffed with Jungkook’s fingers, your tongue twirling around them. 

“See how good you taste?” Jungkook questions, removing his fingers to grip your chin tightly. “I would let you cum but…I’m sure you can always find someone else to do it. Since you enjoy faking so much.”

Your heart is pumping and you flush hot with embarrassment. You aren’t sure what to say - Jungkook had you beat. 

“Aw,” Jungkook chuckles. “You look so sad, baby. I can let you cum.”

You swallow, glancing away from Jungkook. 

“Is that what you want?”

You nod your head, but Jungkook wants to hear you. 

You yelp when your clit is slapped once more. “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes!” you try not to moan and sound too desperate, but it’s inevitable. 

“Yes what, baby?” Jungkook’s already tugging his bottom half off, his underwear going along with it. His shirt is next, chisel abs in your line of vision that you groan at just the sight. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. You have a mouth any other time.”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook. 

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his cocky attitude.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his amazing dick that has you following along with him. “Please fuck me.” you sigh in defeat. “Please make me cum, Kook.”

“With pleasure.” Jungkook is delighted. He slaps the top of his cock against your clit, licking his lips. “So wet. To think you said someone else can have you like this.”

Jungkook wasn’t going to let that go - you can only imagine how hard he was going to fuck-

“J-Jungkook…!” you shout in surprise at how hard he enters you, his thrusting increasing by the second. Your back slams against the bed with each thrust, and it only bounces back just as hard. 

“You can handle it, Y/N.” Jungkook hisses, fingernails digging into your flesh. “You don’t want me to be nice, you don’t want to be my girl…”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, panting heavily. Jungkook’s tone appears serious - you’d have to ask later on if your words really got to him like they appeared to have. 

“I let you…fuck…” Jungkook’s head hangs, eyes unsure where to focus. Your breast bounced furiously in rhythm with his pounding. Your face is scrunched with pleasure, a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth. “...I let you sit on my face. I let you spend as much of my money as you’d like with no limit. I…”

Jungkook grips your chin once more, forcing you to focus on him. It’s difficult - Jungkook doesn’t allow you a second to breathe, but you don’t want him to. 

“And all I really ask you to be is my girl.”

It pains for him to remove himself from you - all he wants is to cum deep inside of you like you’d allow him before. But - his pride and ego got the best of him. If you were going to front as if you didn’t need him to cum, then you weren’t.

“Kook…” you cry in defeat, pussy once more clenching around nothing. 

Jungkook laughs, a dark glee in the tone. “And like I said before, Y/N…” your eyes flutter a bit looking at his face - dark lust filled eyes staring right into yours. “...I can have you on your back begging for me, can’t I?”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Your chest heaves. “Fuck you.” you curse at how meek your voice appeared.

“I bet you’d like that baby.” Jungkook plays with your clit slightly. “You’re my girl, right?”

You lick your lips, thighs quivering. 

“Say it and I’ll let you cum.” Jungkook centers his tip at your entrance, thumb circling against your wet bud. “That’s all I want from you, baby. You can have anything you want from me…”

Jungkook enters you slowly this time. Your groan is long and deep, your hands reaching out to grab Jungkook’s bicep. 

“J-Jungkook.” you trail off - the pleasure now getting to you. You just wanted to cum by him - his hands, mouth, cock, whatever it took.

“Yes, baby?” Jungkook breathes - he’s unsure himself if he’d be able to last long like this and then his ego would be hurt (but then again, he wouldn’t have blueballs).

“Please make me cum, Kookie.” you wail, hot tears falling down your face. You had to look utterly pathetic weeping for dick. Jungkook’s ego was now going to skyrocket and this moment is something he would forever hold over your head - no jokes from you could ever be taken now. “I had you on your back crying for me, baby” - you can hear it now.

But - you were desperate. Jungkook was hot, his dick was amazing and you’d allow him to have this over you. 

“I’m your girl, Kookie.”

Jungkook shudders - and now he’s truly satisfied. He pounds into you sloppily, certain that neither of you were going to last long. You’re clenching around him so heavenly, moaning and crying his names that he cannot help but want to cum inside of you each and every time. 

“I know you’re close, baby.” you hear Jungkook say, his forehead - moist with sweat - pressed onto yours. “We can come together, okay?”

“Y-Yea…” you nod, but you wrap your arms around Jungkook and press your lips against his. You’re groaning against the kiss, already cumming on his cock.

Jungkook feels the electric shock go through him and he shudders. With a few more thrusts, Jungkook cums inside of you, trembling at the sensation.

Ten minutes it’s what it took for you and Jungkook to come back to reality. You’re sweaty and you haven’t even done anything.

“You wanna shower?” Jungkook’s voice pipes in. “Are you okay? I didn’t go too overboard, right?”

You nod your head. “I’m okay.” you murmur. 

Jungkook nods. He kisses your temple. “I can start the shower for you-”

“You aren’t coming?” you ask once you feel Jungkook shuffle on the bed.

“I-I..” Jungkook’s eyes are wide and doe like. He appears completely surprised that you offered such a thing. “You’d like me to?”

You laugh at his expression. How you manage to remove yourself from the bed is beyond you - your legs are shaking with pain that you’re not upset about. 

Jungkook feels your hands against his bare chest and he tilts his head, awaiting your response. “I said I was your girl, wasn’t I?” you murmur, sending a kiss to his chest.

In seconds, Jungkook is erect again at just the admission. 

“You have Jungkook rutting into you and growling against your neck while his hands dimple your flesh and fog up the window. Deep below your feet the city never sleeps, the streets are busy with life and people go their ways blind to what happens above their heads. The situation turns you on so much that you have to rely on Jungkook to keep you upright, digging your fingers into his strong shoulders.

Alternatively: Jungkook is pissed because of work and you just so happen to visit him. He couldn’t have asked for a better distraction." 

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader 

Genre: married life!AU, Smut

Warnings: angry!Jungkook (not at her), power bottom!Jungkook, whipped Dom!Reader who lets him do his thing, idk how to describe it he still calls her mommy but he’s like also taking the lead while she is all like ‘i’m just here for the ride’ yk, sex in his office, oral (f.receiving), pussy fingering, he eats her out on his desk and against the window, rough sex against his window, creampies, cum eating (Koo doing), dirty talk, praise, this is the kinda sex you have when you wanna distract yourself from your anger, it’s so animalistic and needy, also mentions of past flogging sessions in their playroom, he drops right into subspace after his orgasm, and turns into the cutest little babyboy ever, they are in love and kinky <3

Wordcount: 7.3k

a/n: I had this thought of "what if aaol!Kook is angry because of work and therefore he fucks her hard in the office but he still calls her Mommy while he’s doing it?” and I wanted to write it fjdjf. Have fun, this is like the closest you will get to reading about ‘rough’ dom aaol kook 🥴

You were at his office today. His assistant let you inside, telling you that “Mister Jeon should be back by one” and that in the meantime you should get comfortable in his office. 

You tried to, but couldn’t really. The sofas were made out of hard and sticky leather which didn’t quite allow you to relax and the thought of somebody bursting in here always kept you on edge. Not that anyone would ever enter his office when he wasn’t present, but you still felt on edge. Maybe that was also because you generally felt very on edge when you walked through his company and everyone addressed you as “Misses Jeon Ma’am” before they bowed a perfect ninety degrees. Half a decade having him as your husband and you still weren’t used to being someone so high in ranks. It felt so foreign to you and most of all, made you feel on edge.

It was around twelve thirty when you arrived at his office, bearing gifts of your successful hunt to the company’s own bakery (it was located on the second floor and was open to the public and the employees could eat there for free. Jungkook calls it easy money as people love baked goods these days). The employees offered to give you your stuff for free but you refused and paid with your own money, leaving a big tip for them on top of it. You always hated being treated as if you were better than others and always will hate it.

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The Wedding Date

Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader, minjoon

Genre: fake!dating au, some angst, fluff, and smut [18+]

Wc: 16.3k

Warnings: cursing, soft!Jungkook, JK has one tattoo, petnames, oc has divorced parents, oc calls her actual father daddy, daddy kink joke & mention in passing (JK), making out, dry humping, marking (scratching, biting, hickeys), nipple play, spanking, hair pulling, slight possessiveness, JK has a big dick, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

A/n: a commissioned piece for my amazing friend @cherryjungkookie​!  I’m sorry it took so long but thank you for waiting and being so understanding  ♡ ♡ ♡

Date: January 7, 2020

Saturday afternoons were reserved for your errands, at least when you had errands. You dreaded having to go to the store to buy groceries, hated having to put gas in your car, and most of all, you hated when your best friends would cancel on you. Namjoon always made doing your errands more fun, if anything, you enjoyed his company when you had to do such mundane things.

Surprisingly enough, Jimin had also told you he would be busy that afternoon so even he was unable to accompany you. You knew Jimin liked doing errands as much as you did, so you weren’t too surprised when he shut you down but promised to see you later in the evening for your movie night with Namjoon at your apartment.

You grumbled as you strapped your crossbody bag over your shoulder, checking to make sure you had your phone, wallet, and keys inside it before you stepped out of the apartment. You locked your door, raising a brow when you heard grunting from beside you.

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Crazy for You | kth

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confessing to my crush *NOT CLICKBAIT*

genre: fluff // youtuber!au // friends to lovers!au

pairing: jungkook x reader 

length: 3.8k

summary: when your best friend jungkook asks you to partake in his next video on youtube, the shock of the script’s title quickly becomes the least of your worries; because unbeknownst to you, while you’re spending time crestfallen over a confession you could only wish was reality, jungkook treats the entire video as practice for the real deal.

prompts: “you are my best friend in the whole world, okay?” “keep your eyes on me.” “it doesn’t matter. you’ve moved on and i have to be okay with that.” “you deserve better than me.”  “i tried my best to not feel anything for you. guess what? i failed.”

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body to body || jjk || +18

☾ summary: you've had enough of your boyfriend's teasing. so, you decide to punish him.

☾ w.c: 3,4k

☾ pairing: idol!jungkook x fem!reader

☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.

☾ genre: smut, established relationship.

☾ warnings: switch! reader, switch! jungkook, spitting, slapping, hair pulling, tits playing, clit playing, deep throat, oral sex (male and female), overstimulation, squirting, big dick jk

☾ author's note: keep in mind that this is all fiction and there's no connection to reality here. english is not my first language so im sorry in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes.

You and Jungkook have shared three and a half years together, and you often find yourself marveling at how fortunate you are to have met and be loved by him. Introduced by a mutual friend, your connection has been incredibly secure, making Jungkook the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Yet, not everything in your relationship is flawless.

The need for secrecy due to Jungkook's contract has been a significant source of disagreement. While you don't seek attention, the desire for more freedom, such as openly going to restaurants or walking hand in hand, clashes with the constraints imposed by the contract. Although you understand it's part of his job, you can't help but wonder if it would be so bad to have a private relationship instead of a secret one.

There are phases in which accepting this is easier, others less so and there are times when it doesn't bother you at all. But as Jungkook's first solo album approached and his more mature side was shown, you fell into a loop of frustration.

Honestly, you like seeing his shirtless photos, the faces he makes and you love the fact that so many people covet something that only you can have. And here comes the big impasse: nobody can really know. With that, you need to see countless comments about your boyfriend's body, about your boyfriend's explicit lyrics and many girls lusting after your boyfriend. Without being able to even say a thing.

Jungkook, however, really enjoy to see you jealous. He always reassured you and assured you that you had nothing to worry about, but he liked to tease and provoke. Only to later make it up to you by giving lots of kisses and affection or being punished by you. And he didn't know which option he liked the best.

He was excited about his next single and was on set for the music video. As usual, he sent you photos and talked to you whenever he could. You loved feeling like you were part of his life and, working from home most of the time, it was easy to keep up with him. Your routine was flexible, which allowed, for example, you to accompany him on trips. But staying in a hotel room, in a different country and not being able to leave because of a damn meeting, is not what you would describe as fun.,

You sighed, grabbing your water bottle and taking a small sip, enough to moisten your lips after giving a project presentation. The meeting was close to ending when you receive a message from Jungkook, including a photo of his outfit for the video—a white oversized blazer, no shirt underneath, and white oversized pants adorned with chains around his neck and rings. The mirror selfie accentuates his abs. You roll your eyes at the anticipated comments, but deep down, you can't deny finding him extremely hot.

Jungkook: did you like it? You: haha. You: what do you think? Jungkook: you did You: i did not. Jungkook: are you going to say that even when you're mad you don't get wet? Jungkook: are you going to say that if I put my hand in your panties right now you will be dry? Jungkook: spare me, y/n You: you're a fuckin idiot. You: you are dirty. Jungkook: but i'm not a liar.

With irritation building up, you decide not to respond, leaving him to feel the weight of your displeasure. Determined to make him regret intentionally provoking your anger, you plan to ensure he faces consequences when he gets back to the hotel. It's a silent resolution, but one that promises to make him reconsider his teasing.

☾

After taking a shower, fixing your hair, and applying a deliberately chosen fragrance – Jungkook's favorite – you slipped into black lace lingerie and completed the ensemble with a black silk robe. Checking yourself in the mirror, adjusting your hair, you observed your body as a confidence boost. Feeling so fucking hot and powerful, you were ready to make him regret his provocation.

Earlier, you had ordered a nice room service wine. Now, in your hotel room, you opened the bottle and poured it into a glass. Sipping the wine slowly, the delay in Jungkook's arrival led you to finish two glasses quickly. Not enough to get drunk, just to lighten your mood.

As Jungkook slowly swung open the door, you cast a quick, provocative look over your shoulder, meeting his entrance with a coy smile. The door clicked shut, and he greeted you with a mischievous grin, playfully poking his cheek with his tongue and toying with the piercing in his mouth.

"What's all this?" he asked, a trace of cynicism in his tone, fully aware of the purpose behind your ensemble. Your boyfriend approached, now clad in his usual attire — gray oversized sweatpants and a black, roomy shirt. Notably, you sported one of the chains from earlier around his neck, prompting a sardonic laugh to escape your lips.

“All this what, Jungkook?” You asked, your voice low and calm, crossing your legs and maintaining eye contact with him.

"Y/N..." he said, walking over to the couch you were sitting on, quickly bringing his body closer to yours. But you stopped him, placing your hand on his chest and shaking your head.

"No," you said firmly, looking at him who smiled.

"Are you angry with me?" he said in a false tone of innocence and trying to get closer again and, once again, being pushed away by you.

"Why would I be?" You feign disdain, shrugging.

"You know why, hm?" Jungkook responded, sliding his hand up your thigh. You look straight ahead, shaking your head and holding onto his wrist, pulling his hand away.

"Jungkook." you scolded him, without even looking at Jungkook.

"I'm sorry." he said in a sly tone, leaning against the sofa. "How can I make up to you?"

You held back a smile. He was getting into the game and you loved it. You look at him, getting up and standing in front of him, who also suppresses a smile, pursing his lips and opening his legs so you can be in the middle.

"Come here" Jungkook says, pointing to his lap.

“You’re not the one on control, Jungkook.” you lean your body towards him, one hand resting on the back of the couch, while the other slips onto the chain around his neck. You take enough of it in your fingers and wrap it around, making the chain tighten around his neck. He wide his eyes open at first and then smiles.

Dirty. He is filthy.

You slap him on the cheek, then hold Jungkook's face, making him look at you.

“Who you belong to, Jungkook?” you ask, your voice comes out deep.

"T-to y-you." he answers you, with round, dark eyes.

"And what you deserve?" Now you tighten even more the chain around his neck. He swallows hard, making you smile satisfied.

"Be punished?" he responds uncertainly and you laugh.

"It was a question?" You tilt your head to the side.

"No. I deserve to be punished." Jungkook says firmly.

"Good boy."

You let go of his face, as well as the chain. You take a step back, taking off your robe and climbing onto Jungkook's lap, who quickly runs both hands down your back to your ass. Holding tight to your skin, Jungkook brings his mouth to your neck, kissing your skin slowly and running his tongue along the curve of your neck as you rub against him.

Your lips open and you let out low moans, feeling Jungkook's hand roaming your body. You can feel your growing bulge beneath Jungkook’s pants.

His fingers lower the straps of your bra, making your breasts out. He stares at you, sliding his tongue down the valley between your breasts, reaching your nipples and sucking one at a time, before focusing on the other, licking and rubbing his tongue across it, making you roll over on his lap and moan.

Your nipples hard against Jungkook's hot tongue and the feeling of him hard beneath you almost makes you forget that you wanted to punish him.

Then, in a moment of sanity, you push yourself to get up from Jungkook's lap, who stops you, wrapping his arms around your waist and forcing you back onto his lap.

"Did you forget that I'm stronger, Y\N?" Jungkook says, with a thick tone. "I think you forgot who has control here."

He looks at you with raised eyebrows. You try, once again, to get up, making him hold you tighter in his lap and give an ironic laugh.

You didn't want to get up, though.

He knew that.

You loved it when he takes control, even if it wasn't exactly what you had planned for today.

He throws you on the couch next to him, standing up quickly and making you look up, due to the difference in height between Jungkook standing and you sitting. He grabs a whole hand of your hair and pulls it, making you tilt your head back more.

"Open," he demands and you obey, separating your lips and letting him spit into your mouth, swallowing his saliva and blinking your eyes a few times, without breaking eye contact.

Jungkook lowers his body a little and brushes his fingers against your pussy, still covered with your panties, making the lace rub on your skin as you open your legs.

"Wet, huh?" he smiles, sticking his hand inside your panties and stimulating your clit in circular movements.

“Jungkook…” you whimper, moaning softly.

His response is a laugh.

"Lay down," Jungkook says and you do.

Meanwhile, Jungkook takes off his shirt and pulls down his pants, along with his underwear, holding his dick. He pumps a few times and then settles down, resting one knee on the couch next to your face and the other leg on the floor. Jungkook's dick was just a few inches from your mouth.

You lift your head and accidentally bump your lips against his dick, who lets out a grunt and holds it in your hair.

"Open your mouth and suck the tip."

You look at him, running your tongue between your lips and wrap your mouth around his cockhead, making suction. He moans lowly as your tongue slides over the head of his dick. He holds your hair tight and forces his hips against your face, taking more than just the tip into your mouth.

"Remember one thing, Y/N: you're not the one who's going to suck me, I'm the one who's going to fuck your mouth," he says calmly, his tone dirty and his eyes brimming with lust.

After that, he forced his hips even more, causing almost all of his dick to enter your mouth at once, making you choke. Tears fell in your eyes, which made him smile as you coughed. He began his thrusts, causing his dick to enter your mouth even further, reaching your throat and practically making you lose your breath.

You had to concentrate to relax your muscles while Jungkook got deeper. The corners of your lips were wet and tears fell down your cheeks as his balls hit your chin and he moaned loudly.

You also needed to breathe through your nose and that was difficult due to the speed Jungkook moved.

He was too big to be that deep, but you could take it. You do everything for him.

With short thrusts, he forces his dick further down your throat and you close your eyes tightly, while with his hand, Jungkook holds your head in place and helps the movements, pulling your head against his cock a little more. You could feel him twitching and you knew he wouldn't last long.

You looked up and whimpered, being muffled by his dick, who smiled, biting your bottom lip and playing with his lip ring while his entire length was inside your throat. Jungkook contracted his abdomen, marking his muscles even more. You gag again, but he doesn't care and continues what he was doing. Just a few moments later, Jungkook moves his hips away, relieving some of the pressure on your throat, leaving your mouth a little. That's your cue to continue sucking his dick, forcing the inside of your cheeks against his dick as he groans. He still forces his hips against your face, and you use your tongue to slide his cock better and, as soon as he starts to cum, he moans your name. You feel his salty cum running down your throat and spilling out of the corner of your lips.

Jungkook smiles satisfied, taking his dick out of your mouth and, with his arm covered in tattoos, he holds your face and runs his thumb across your lips, wiping away his cum. You had already swallowed when you sucked his thumb, and he was breathing heavily.

"I didn't even manage to warn you that I was going to cum, right?" he said, still running his finger across your lips and smiling. "It's just because your mouth feels so good, you know?"

You let out a cynical laugh as Jungkook stands facing the couch. You sit up, to compose yourself and run your tongue between your lips, looking at your boyfriend who looks you up and down, as if he was going to devour you.

You adjust your breasts back into your bra and, suddenly, Jungkook spreads both hands on your thighs, pushing them apart. You moan surprised and smile when his fingers reach your panties and pull them off your body.

He kneels between your legs and you thread your fingers in his hair and he begins to slowly rub the piercing along your pussy

You sigh at the contact of his mouth on you and he looks up, sliding his tongue down your crotch towards your clit. Your whole body shivers and you moan, bucking your hips as Jungkook's tongue swirls around your clit, taking his time. He teases and sucks the area in a provocative way, making you force his head between your legs, in a silent request for more. He doesn't budge, he continues to run his tongue from your clitoris to your entrance, passing through your folds and hardens his tongue, stimulating your clit more intensely.

When he inserts two fingers inside you, you almost scream, pressing your legs against his ears and as his mouth moves on your clit, his fingers fuck you at an intense pace. You move your hips, swaying and pulling Jungkook's hair, who just looks at you. His gaze was now steady, his eyes narrow and focused on giving you pleasure. But you could barely maintain eye contact, especially when he hooked his fingers, fingering your G-spot.

With his free hand, Jungkook palms the lower part of your belly, putting pressure on your skin while you breathe heavily, having difficulty keeping yourself in place. He makes audible noises with his mouth while eating your pussy, he knows how much you like it. He fingers you with precise movements and his head bobs as he passes his lips and tongue along the length of your pussy, but still focusing on your clitoris.

Your legs were already shaking, each time Jungkook's fingers reached your pleasure point and his mouth worked on your pussy. Your legs felt weak and you pulled his hair, desperate. You lean your body forward a little, pulling Jungkook even more against your pussy. He didn't slow down his movements for a second and then you screamed, exploding with pleasure. But he doesn't stop, he continues to stimulate you, even if you are completely sensitive after a orgasm. So you squirm more and whimper. You can't keep your hips still and Jungkook takes a while to pull away.

He smiles, looking at the white couch, now wet with your juice. Your chest rises and falls in an attempt to normalize your breathing. You watch Jungkook looking proudly at the mess you both made on the couch.

“Fuck, we’re not home, Jungkook” you say, apprehensive.

"And how could you avoid that?" He arches his eyebrow and laughs, making you roll your eyes.

Jungkook holds your hand and you stand up, still shaking. You both, between kisses, go to bed. He gets on top of you, between your legs and you can feel him getting fully hard again, which makes you smile. He then presses his body against yours, kissing you more intensely, using his tongue more than his lips. You hold the back of his head while your other hand scratches the skin of Jungkook's shoulder, hard, as if you wanted to mark your territory.

You feel Jungkook slide the head of his cock through your pussy, rubbing it against your clit and making you separate your mouth from his and moan.

"Do you like?" Jungkook slowly rubs into you.

“Y-yeah,” you say, your voice cracking, and he curls his lips into a smile. You roll over, increasing the contact even more.

Jungkook then grabs your hip and turns you onto your stomach. He starts by kissing the back of your neck, moving the strands of hair out of the way and slides his mouth down your back, reaching your ass and placing a kiss on each cheek. He holds his hand firmly on your hip and you stick your ass up, making your boyfriend smile as he runs his thumb over your entrance. Jungkook positions himself and, with one thrust, penetrates you. You moan and roll around, feeling him fill you completely.

You bury your face in the pillow, in total despair when Jungkook moves in, making rhythmic and precise back and forth movements. He holds his left arm over your ass, giving him a privileged view of his cock going in and out of your pussy, which was squeezing him.

"So fucking good," he growls and you turn your face to the side, trying to look over your shoulder, but your vision is limited. You hear Jungkook's moans and the sound of his hips hitting your ass. "I needed this so bad," he whispered.

Jungkook moaned in pain, feeling you stretch with each thrust. You rubbed your ass against him nonstop. Your eyes were teary with excitement as Jungkook pounded you deep, your pussy clenching around him and his balls slapping you.

“Jungk-” you moan, hips arching. "Fuck"

He smiles, using the force to hit you even more. You moan at the deep, painful stimulation, but you somehow needed it. Just the thought of having him outside of you was desperate. You felt like that dick was made to be attached to your pussy.

"Do you like it?" Jungkook asked a rhetorical question and you hummed in response. "Are you mine to use?" it was also rhetorical.

“I am…” you say with a shaky voice.

Jungkook striked a few audible slaps to your ass, squeezing your skin tightly. You felt it burn, wondering if it would leave marks. A few thrusts later and he, without warning, pulls out of you, making you groan in disapproval. He turns you onto your back again and, without wasting time, climbs on top of you, thrusting himself into your cunt. He moves his hips back and forth, with his hand resting on the mattress, marking his biceps and with his tattooed arm, holding your thigh.

He was frowning, his mouth was open, moaning constantly and the chain around his neck was making pendulous movements in you as he reached deep. The hand that used to hold your thigh begins to stimulate your clitoris up and down, making you whimper and roll, clenching the walls of your pussy around his cock that is twitching nonstop. He presses his lips to yours desperately. Due to the movements, the kiss became ungainly, but it was clear how much you both were burning with desire.

You moaned in unison and your breaths mixed together. Jungkook was the first to orgasm, shooting warm jets of cum inside you. He didn't slow down, but separated his lips from yours and focused on rubbing your clit until you came once again.

You looked at each other, smiling and he pulled out of you, both of you ruined.

Jungkook pressed his lips to you, filling your mouth, cheek and neck with kisses while you breathed heavily and his body rested on top of yours. You bring your hands to the hair on the back of his neck, hugging him as if you wanted him to melt into you and whisper: "I'll still punish you later, Jeon Jungkook."

GO TO TOWN! | jjk

summary: you never would’ve thought that you’d get to see your roommate go to town, on you especially.

warnings/tags: jungkook x f!reader, roommates!au, f2e2l, angst, fluff, smut, brief tae x reader, jk and reader being complete idiots, reader being a brat, jk being jealous, jk also being mean to reader (sorry), cursing, male masturbation, unprotected sex (please don’t do it i’m begging you), thigh riding, oral (f and m receiving), hard!dom jk, vaginal sex, use of praising and degradation (use of whore/slut), pet names, if i miss any lmk!

word count: 13k

a/n: i took forever with this… sorry about that i just really wanted to get this out for you guys but life and mental health happens yk? 😭 anyways, i hope you enjoy!

Jeongguk is a dead man tomorrow. You’ll absolutely make sure of it.

It hasn’t even been that long since you’ve heard them barging into the apartment, but you swear that if you had to hear another girl screaming his name in the next few days, you'd end up pounding your head into the nearest wall. The noises the girls make are deafening, and incredibly annoying to say the least. It’s actually worse though when you're trying to focus on a very important assignment for class at hand, only for you to end up getting distracted every five seconds because of it.

The very last thing you want to do when you come home from an extremely exhausting day of university is hear some random ass girl get dicked down by your just as equally annoying roommate, Jeongguk. Lately, you began to notice that this behavior of his was starting to become a pattern within the past two weeks and for the life of you, you couldn't quite understand why. He hasn't always been like this. In fact, it’s really unlike him to have this fuckboy-like attitude.

So what exactly had happened between that time period that caused Jeongguk to act this way?

Well, one thought after another, you’ve become faced with a plethora of assumptions trying to solve it. You know, maybe exams finally started to wear down on him and was in desperate need of a quick mood changer? Maybe he’s going through something? It wouldn’t make sense though, you’re his roommate and his bestest friend, so you would know if something happened, but for once you actually have no idea at all what it could be. He could be wanting some space, wanting to deal with it on his own.

There is a time you could recall before this happened that he’s been getting pretty distant, though you didn’t want to pressure him into talking to you about what was wrong. If Jeongguk was ready to talk, he’d know that he could come right to you for absolutely anything he needed. Except, he reacted the exact opposite of what you’d expect.

The warm sunshine you once knew quickly turned into the cold winter with no warning whatsoever. You weren’t at all prepared for the hurt you’d feel during this drastic, unexpected change from him. Not being able to have your friend by your side like good times has started to weigh down on you.

You’ve tried talking to him about this whole situation before to no avail. Jeongguk would shut you out each and every time, disregarding it as if it’s always been this way. You know he’s well aware of what he’s doing and how you feel about this, he has to. At first you were— and still very are— concerned about him. But then he’d bring his flings practically everyday, and it soon became a difficult situation for you to deal with.

You wondered what happened to the cutie you met for the first time last year. Namjoon, your dear friend from university, introduced him to you, saying that a good friend of his needed a roommate to help cover the costs of the house after the last one suddenly moved out without letting Jeongguk know about it beforehand. Your heart sinks as you remember the details of the situation. From what Namjoon had explained to you, Jeongguk unfortunately couldn’t cover the expenses all by himself and was in desperate need of help. You felt so bad for the situation he was in, and you being the angel that you are, wanted to help almost right away, though you had your doubts about it.

At first you were obviously a little worried about living alone with a stranger, let alone some random man you didn't know. Although you were overthinking it like crazy for an understandable reason, you realize that you trusted Namjoon enough that he wouldn't let you live with someone that would potentially harm you in any way. He never would’ve brought it up to you in the first place if Jeongguk was some kind of creep, either. Namjoon would never put you in any kind of danger.

It caught you completely off guard when you finally met your soon-to-be flatmate for the very first time. Just by the way he talked about this guy, you were honestly half expecting him to be somewhat similar to being nerdy like Namjoon himself, who’s already the top student of your university. Though you couldn’t help the way your jaw dropped when you saw a complete fuckboy right in front of your eyes. First of all, you were so surprised to know Namjoon even had friends like that. At first glance you noticed that Jeongguk has so many tattoos and piercings, the combination itself made you want to fall weak to your knees, but with an ethereal face like his, as well? Oh you thought you were in for a hell of a ride that you were not prepared for.

Unfortunately for you though, you did not have much of a ride to begin with during your first days of living in this shared apartment. When you first moved in, things were definitely very awkward between the two of you, rightfully so for the fact of being complete strangers. The only conversations that would come out of you two were either about rent, groceries or any other utilities that were needed in the home. Nothing else would ever come of them until about six months in, when he needed some help with cooking dinner for that night.

The request itself was very unexpected, you felt obliged to help him out, especially when he asked you so politely. It was very adorable, and hey, who were you to complain when you could use that chance to learn about your mysterious roommate. That night was the start of a very beautiful, blossoming friendship very quickly, the two of you even going as far as to joke about being soulmates.

Sooner than expected, awkward greetings turned into actual conversations about random topics such as the music he listens to, or the movies you watch in the living room. Things were going very, very well in the home. It was peaceful, and very chill. There was a mutual respect for one another, and never did it once break because you both knew very well what boundaries needed to be set without actually setting them. On the days that you two would bring your little flings home, the sounds were kept to a minimum.

Obviously you made sure of that. How embarrassing would it be to have your roommate hear you have sex? Even if he wouldn’t have brought it up, the thought of him knowing how you sounded was enough to haunt you for the rest of your life.

Anyways, this kind of situation never came up before because of that very respect, but as of recently, Jeongguk did not care one bit it seems like, and it continues to prove itself even now.

Again, you heard a piercing ring of a moan bounce off the walls and echo throughout the apartment. Seriously, Jeongguk cannot be that good. You knew that you had to do something no matter how uncomfortable it might be. If nothing was done now, you don't know when it'll ever stop. Instantly fueled by those words, you didn’t stop to think about any consequence this may lead to, your body shooting up from your desk to make its way straight to Jeongguk's room, where you knocked on his door.

You tried your very best to keep as calm as possible to avoid taking your anger out on him. Momentarily you heard faint footsteps approaching the door for you to be met with a half naked Jeongguk, a beige towel loosely wrapped around his waist. God. If you weren't so pissed off at him right now, you would've damn near dropped to your knees at the sight of him looking so— that’s enough. You can’t keep letting him get the better of you.

You gulp as your eyes try to recognize the expression on his face, scrunched with an eyebrow raised, his dark eyes peering at you as if you were being the crazy one. "What?"

Confused, you gave him the same look back, “What do you mean, 'What?’ Jeongguk, can you please keep it down a bit?" Jeongguk only scoffed at your words, causing a heat to rise in your face immediately in embarrassment. He didn't say a single word to you, simply shutting the door right in your face.

You stood there, ultimately confused by his actions. You really don't know what's gotten into him lately, but clearly something is wrong. You've tolerated this longer than you should've, and you should be proud of yourself for saying something in the first place. Even so, why does this make you want to punch him?

Jeongguk could just not be having a good day, clearly. He's being an asshole to you, and yet you have no idea why. No matter how much you think and think, nothing comes to mind. Unless you could have possibly done something without realizing it.

What could you have possibly done so bad?

As embarrassment overcame you, you quickly turned on your heels to go back to your room, hearing the same girl's moan faintly behind you. In utter disbelief, your very first instinct is to call Namjoon to rant. Once you’ve made it into your room, you grab your phone from the charging cable and immediately pull up a facetime call. His name isn’t hard to find, as he’s your most recent call anyway. You hear the tone to indicate that Namjoon’s picked up your call, wasting no time in cutting him off of his words to blurt out; "You better come get your friend."

Namjoon is immediately confused by the sudden outburst, his eyebrows furrowing as he’s trying to read the expression on your face. “Wh— Why? What happened?”

You take a deep breath in an attempt to relax so that you don’t take your anger out on poor Joon, who did nothing wrong at all. “He’s being a dick again.” Almost as if on cue, another screeching moan could be heard. Your head falls back, taking in a deep breath. “I tried to ask him to keep it down but he just slammed the door in my face instead. Didn’t say a word to me after that.”

Your friend’s mouth drops in shock. “Hold on— Jeongguk slammed the door in your face?” All you could do is nod in response. “And you’re still upset about the fact that he kept you up last week, aren't you?”

“Yes, Joon! I wouldn’t be as mad if he had stopped, or at least TRY to keep it down, but he doesn’t even care. He just keeps doing it. I know he’s doing this on purpose, too. I mean, what did I do to deserve this?!”

Namjoon chuckled, “Why don’t you try sitting him down to talk about it? I know you’ve already tried to once, but maybe this time it’ll be different. Maybe he only slammed the door in your face because you did it as he’s in the middle of having sex so maybe he’s just irritated by you almost cockblocking him.” You slightly nod. You’re aware that it most likely wasn’t the best idea to do what you did, but it was too late to change that. “Make sure when you do talk to him about it, though, that you emphasize your boundaries. He wouldn’t like it if it was done to him, wouldn’t he?”

As you sit and take in his words, your mind is currently elsewhere. The words; ‘he wouldn’t like it if it was done to him’, replays over and over again. The most logical thing to do would be to follow Namjoon's advice, but your brain is completely disregarding that. In your head, the plan that conjured in your brain would be way better anyway.

“Hello? ___? Why are you smiling like that?”

With the sound of his voice snapping you back into reality, right away you straighten your back and focus back on your phone screen. Shit— have you been sitting here smiling creepily to yourself this whole time? In an attempt to hide your embarrassment, a slight chuckle leaves your lips as you sit and try to fix your expression. “Thank you for your advice, Joonie. That didn’t even cross my mind at all.” Namjoon gave you a reassuring smile. “For some reason, I didn’t stop to think that he really wouldn’t like it if the roles were reversed in this situation.”

Immediately Namjoon is able to pick up on the mischievous tone in your voice, growing increasingly worried about the different things that could be stirring in that unhinged mind of yours. “What are you thinking about?” He trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

Your thumb grows dangerously close to the end call button and you try to wipe the dumb smile off your face but no matter how hard you try, you really want to laugh. You know Namjoon would never approve of the plan you decided on. “Nothing, nothing, but hey I’ll text you later, okay? I gotta go. Be safe!”

“No, no. Wha—“

The confused expression you imagine as you hang up the call has you giggling. Sadly, you’ll just have to text Namjoon tomorrow morning to fill him into your plans.

Getting even a wink of sleep last night became such an impossible task for you to achieve. Throughout the entire night, it felt as if your mind was more concerned about Jeongguk and the whole ordeal rather than getting any rest for the sudden eventful day you created for yourself. Those very nights where you’re just constantly tossing and turning to get your body relaxed unsuccessfully, is the absolute worst feeling to be in. Anyone would rather be in another world, dreaming of the weirdest yet most interesting, and not in the deepest, darkest parts of your mind. Being an insomniac is a concept you could never relate to experiencing until last night, and you absolutely hated every second of it.

After getting off the phone with Joon last night, you, unfortunately, still had to deal with the noises coming from Jeongguk’s room, and it only continued to fuel that anger you had to begin with. With that very anger, you had found yourself spending all night trying to figure out what to do, until finally, you had it all planned out.

But even worse than those noises, your mind still cannot give up thinking about him even now, and it upset you more than you’d like to admit. Maybe you’re just being dramatic, that it’s not that big of a deal in the first place to be thinking about Jeongguk, but with the situation that happened last night, you don’t feel too ecstatic about him and your feelings for him anymore. You still care about him. Sure he’s been an asshole to you lately, but at the end of the day that’s your roommate, your friend. Jeongguk was the one person you felt you could go to for anything.

With last night’s event, you can’t seem to even think about him without being reminded of each time he’s treated you poorly. Having a crush, let alone having someone like that around you, can really take a toll on you.

On top of that, exhaustion is starting to get the better of you, though you know that if you even attempt to go back to sleep, it’ll end the same way as it did last night. You had spent all morning tossing and turning, yet you’re too nervous to get any actual sleep. It felt almost as if you were a little kid again, too excited about a school trip the next day that you were restless the whole night. You’re excited yet nervous about the revenge, and for that very reason, you definitely needed your morning coffee to not make you feel completely like a zombie. And to not mess this up. You spent all night planning this, messing it up would make your efforts all go to waste.

You carefully let your lips latch onto your mug as you take a sip while you continue to take in the nice, cozy morning atmosphere around you. The place you call home is normally this quiet, you can fully expect to clearly hear the birds chirping outside just where you always open up a window. Days such as this one where you’re off of both work and school, are one of the best days you’ve ever experienced. Especially when you have absolutely nothing to do and you’re able to stay in the comfort of your own home. As a homebody such as yourself, relaxing like this is always on the forefront of your mind. Though, today isn’t going to be one of those days, unfortunately.

So to begin the first phase of the plan, last night you started off by texting Taehyung asking if he had any plans he had. You already had a feeling that he’d agree to join you for dinner. The two of you have hit it off lately, so there would be no reason for him to reject your offer unless he already had other said plans. Thankfully he didn’t, or else you’d be stuck trying to find someone else. Any plans of revenge would be thrown in the trash if that were the case.

Now that all of that is out of the way, the fun part finally begins. With you and Taehyung already having a few hookups here and there, you knew the date will undoubtedly end in the both of you having sex and when it does, you’ll purposely be just as loud, if not more, than Jeongguk has been. Hopefully he’ll be able to understand how you felt during those moments while he didn’t care about being respectful towards you. The goal behind all of this is to get him to finally apologize to you for being an asshole, so you cross your fingers in hopes that this all goes according to plan. To make yourself feel better about all of this, you know you did nothing wrong and if it has to come to this in order for him to realize that, then so be it. You’ll play his childish game, and you’ll play it better than he does.

Though a small part of you feels embarrassed about him having to hear you. Your roommate, as well as your friend and crush, hearing you during the most intimate moments that you could do, sends shivers down your spine. Butterflies flutter around mindlessly in your stomach the more and more you ponder about it.

While you were lost in the quiet, relaxing morning you’ve been having, completely lost in your own thoughts and daydreams, you realize that the peace and quiet will unfortunately seize to an end once you heard the sound of feet shuffling approach where you’re currently at. You didn’t feel the need to look up, you already knew who it was. A small smile grows on your face as you try to hide it behind the warm mug in your hands, the thoughts you just had resurface when you glance over at him. It was almost as if you thought he could tell what you were thinking about, though there would be absolutely no way he could. If he noticed you smiling for no reason, he would most likely just come to the conclusion that you’re suddenly starting to go crazy smiling for no reason.

“Well, well. Look who’s up early.” you teased, your hands playing with the handle of your mug. You probably shouldn’t, but you felt like provoking him a bit. For one, it’s fun to irritate him. His reactions are funny to you, and you can always count on a snarky reply coming your way. Secondly, this childish teasing of yours is only just a small appetizer for what’s to come for him later on.

The theme you decided on for today is for Jeongguk to finally get a taste of his own medicine.

A low, deep sigh could be heard coming from Jeongguk as he dragged his feet past you and towards the coffeemaker, finally turning to face you for a split second. If his actions didn’t scream tired, his voice made it very obvious. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You simply shrugged, your lips teasing a smile. “Well, you know, considering last night… I thought it would keep you knocked out for a few more hours.” Your eyes are now focused on him, leaning into your left hand to get more comfortable. Without realizing it, your once tired eyes find themselves scanning his naked upper body, finally realizing that he isn’t wearing a shirt. Trying your absolute hardest to keep your eyes off of his body is damn near impossible, especially when he looks like that. To play it off, you quickly added; “I know I couldn’t sleep because of it.”

“I would’ve enjoyed it a little more if someone didn’t try to interrupt it.” He grumbles, grabbing a mug out of the cupboard to pour himself some coffee as well, noticing how you left some extra for him, he assumes. Well, even if it wasn’t meant for him, he’s taking it anyway.

Jeongguk’s words only cause you to sigh, your lips forming a frown as your eyes glared at him. He wouldn’t be able to see it, not with his back facing you, but you still did it in case he does turn around to face you. His words made your shoulders feel even heavier than they were beforehand, and although you probably didn’t need to, your mind scrambled to defend yourself.

“Okay, for the record I wasn’t trying to interrupt on purpose and you know that, Jeongguk. I only asked you to keep it down a bit because it’s unfair for you to act like you have the whole place to yourself. It’s really not that hard to be considerate. I’m always considerate of you.”

Jeongguk remained quiet throughout your mini rant, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of him sipping on his coffee a little too loudly, and the ruckus of the outside world. The fact that he isn’t owning up to his mistakes is starting to irritate you. You could feel anger rising inside of you the longer the silence surrounds the air around the two of you. Anger soon begins to transpire into doubt within moments due to the overwhelming silence, causing you to regret the choices you’ve made altogether. Overthinking had you wondering that maybe, just maybe you should’ve just left it alone and not have said anything about it to him last night. Then maybe he wouldn’t be as upset with you as he is now. Or maybe he still would’ve acted like a dick to you anyways.

On the other hand though, it’s not like it’s a crime to create boundaries for yourself and you shouldn’t have to feel guilty for doing so. Even if Jeongguk is making you doubt those very decisions by staying silent and forcing you to think otherwise.

Also, who is he to be angry at you? You can’t recall doing anything to make him this upset with you other than almost cockblocking him. That alone isn’t enough to treat his best friend the way that he is now. Jeongguk rightfully has a lot of freedom in doing what he wants since you both share the same house, but even with that freedom there’s boundaries to be made just to avoid conflicts from happening. And Jeongguk broke one of them.

After a few moments, the uncomfortable silence that engulfs the atmosphere feels as if it’s been going on for an eternity. It’s killing you, and you can’t stand to be sitting in it any longer. Suddenly you’re back to how you were feeling last night, your negative thoughts squeezing their way to the forefront every chance they get. You really do miss the way things were before this awkward tension started happening out of nowhere. The two of you used to be able to share light-hearted conversations with one another, full of smiles and giggles over a bunch of nothingness. You were always looking forward to coming home when you had tough days, because you knew Jeongguk would be able to cheer you right up and vice versa.

Lately though, those moments are now out of the question, unfortunately. Since then, Jeongguk has only gotten more cold towards you, even colder than when the two of you were mere strangers living together, way back before even becoming friends. You genuinely felt like you had gained a friend, only to lose that very person in such a short amount of time with no knowledge of why. It’s worse now that you realize that something terrible has happened between you. Not knowing why that is, stresses you out more than you’d like to admit. Honestly speaking, it’d be too hard to live with someone who treats you this way, let alone continue to try and fulfill a friendship with him. Your heart can’t seem to let go of the doubt, using this chance to try and rekindle that spark again.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” you finally broke the silence, causing him to quickly give you a look of confusion, the sudden awkward tension shattered.

The expression on his face contorts, glancing over at you to only look away from you. It almost felt as if he’s not looking at you on purpose. “Um, nothing’s wrong.”

An eyebrow lifts from your face. Is he seriously not going to mention it? He’s just going to brush everything off? “Nothing? So I guess I’m just imagining things?”

Jeongguk finally fully turned around to face you, leaning his weight back onto the counter, his toned arms flexing as he crossed them. You can see his eyes scan over your features for a split second, “What are you talking about?”

You had to take a deep breath before you get yourself worked up over nothing. Having a short temper really has its faults, and you wish you could be as patient as you would like to be. Even so, being the bigger person is harder than it seems to be, especially when Jeongguk wants to continue to act childish and pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. As if the conversations you shared were only meaningful on your part? That the way he’s been acting is as if it’s always been? You’re absolutely fuming with the way he’s playing dumb. You know you’re not going crazy.

“You don’t talk to me anymore, and when we do talk you act so cold towards me, like you just don’t give a shit about anything anymore. You never greet me when one of us comes home, you never stop by my room to rant about your stupid coworkers anymore either...” Jeongguk’s expression doesn’t falter in the slightest, seemingly not letting up on this stupid act of his. A frustrated sigh escapes your lips as your hands land on the table in front of you.

“I think you’re just looking into it too much.” He slips his arm out from his hold to get one last sip of his coffee before setting it back down on the counter next to him. “I’ve been the same as always.”

You huff, leaning your body back into your chair, crossing your arms as you begin to feel defensive. “I’m not looking into it too much. The energy you give towards me just seems so… spiteful? I don’t know just— Jeongguk, I want to know why. I don’t want to fight with you, I promise. If it’s something I did, tell me so we can end… whatever it is that’s going on.”

It’s quiet again, and you feel like giving up completely. Your heart and mind is fighting with one another to figure out how you should feel right now. You’re about to get up and walk away when you see him smirking, letting out a soft chuckle. Jeongguk is finally letting up on his nonchalant act, and you couldn’t help but admit that you’re taken aback by the sudden shift in emotions.

Your eyes never leave his, following his movements as Jeongguk makes his way around the island table and towards you. He decides to get himself settled a mere inches away from you, his finger moving up to brush a hair out of your face. “Are you just jealous?”

You quickly scoffed at him, confusion settling onto your face. “What? The hell would I be jealous about?”

Jeongguk simply shrugged, “Maybe because you aren’t the one screaming my name.”

Your mouth drops at his words, completely speechless by his ego, “Jeongguk, you can’t actually be serious right now. How dense can you be?” Hearing these words come out of his mouth, completely baffles you. “After everything I just said to you, this is the conclusion you come to?”

The situation right now is pure comedy at this point. Seriously, who the fuck does he think he is? You’re trying to fix the gap between the both of you because you care so much about the friendship you both share, and he simply thinks that everything went down the way it went because you’re jealous? It’s unbelievable that he thinks this whole thing is funny. It seems as if this whole thing is just a big fucking joke to him. That’s great to know.

In all honesty, a small part of you couldn’t help but feel that, in a way, he’s right, though. But you don’t ever want to admit it. Especially not with the way he’s acting lately. You wanted to be able to come out on top and have him get what he deserves.

When you first moved in, you thought he was so dreamy, which he still is, but lately those feelings are beginning to shatter. You never would’ve thought this would happen between you. Jeongguk is, or was, such a sweetheart. Sadness overwhelms you knowing that he’s not as loving as he used to be.

Even though you do have feelings for him deep down inside, you still wouldn’t interrupt him having fun all because you’re jealous. You actually want Jeongguk to have fun and do his own thing, and you wouldn’t want to hold him back from doing it because of your feelings. It upsets you Jeongguk still isn’t seeing that all you want is for him to be mature about this, that you wouldn’t be as much of a dick towards him as he’s being towards you. Whatever it is that’s bothering him, could all be fixed if he could just fucking talk to you about it.

“Well, I mean, that’s just what it seems like to me. Wouldn’t you like that?” He smirks, anger filling up inside of you, and there’s nothing more you want to do than to wipe that smile off of his face. He’s so goddamn annoying, acting so cocky. You rolled your eyes, trying not to let his tactics get to you too much, but you know that he can tell that it’s failing. He could see right through you, Jeongguk knows exactly how to push your buttons as much as he can.

“You know what? I’m leaving. It’s been a nice chat, Jeongguk.”

You were suddenly reminded of the plan you meticulously planned. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you knew you had to be able to go through with this revenge flawlessly. Getting the last laugh would be so worth it for you. You had to execute the revenge soon, while he was still butt hurt about you ‘interrupting’ his fun. Soon as in, tonight.

Jeongguk watched as you gently placed your mug in the sink, making your way past him and towards your room on the opposite side of the shared home. A hum escapes his lips as his eyes glance over your figure, though he can’t help the heavy feeling in his chest that begins to swallow him whole.

You tried to be the bigger person and talked things out with Jeongguk like Namjoon advised you to do, but with how things turned out just now, your revenge sounded like the way better option now. It’s perfect honestly. For one, he’d be able to get a taste of his own medicine, and two, you’d be able to have another chance to be with a recent fling of yours, being none other than Taehyung himself.

It’s been a while since you’ve last seen him, and you were actually excited for what’s to come today. The slight crush you have on Taehyung will only enhance that excitement for you. Getting ready for your date basically took your whole day. You needed to make sure you looked really good to make sure things go exactly as planned. Some people really underestimate how long it takes to get ready for really fancy dates such as this one.

The history you have with Taehyung is a short lived one, all starting when you first met him at work. His office cubicle is only a few feet from yours, and when you’ve suddenly ended up in the same group as him, the two of you ended up having to collaborate on an assignment together. At first it was just some friendly talks, simply talking about work or the little things about your hobbies. The more you’ve chatted, the more you’ve grown somewhat attracted to him. Honestly, to you, it was just so that he could distract you from Jeongguk.

Ultimately, you were very attracted to Jeongguk. Honestly, you still feel that you are, but the fear of him not feeling the same way about you ate you alive, making you swear to never bring it to light, ever. Taehyung was the perfect excuse, and before you knew it, you found him in your bed.

Your finger taps onto your phone screen, revealing that the time is currently 8 pm and this immediately creates the nervous feeling sitting down in the pit of your stomach. Your date would be pulling up to get you any second now, but you are nowhere mentally ready for it as you are physically.

Just by the sounds outside your room, you assume that Jeongguk is in the living room watching tv, the thoughts forcing butterflies to practically swarm around in your stomach now. Even if Jeongguk has been a huge dick to you lately, you still wonder what he’d think when he sees you all dressed up like this.

Would he even care? Would he even look your way at all?

No, no. You’ve got to be more confident than this. In order to pull this off the way you want to, you can’t continue to worry about how Jeongguk is going to feel towards you right now.

With a mental note of Taehyung on his way, you make sure to grab any last minute essentials you need before taking a deep breath. Your hand is on the handle of your door, hesitating to twist it. It’s way too late to have second thoughts about this now. Everything is already in motion you just have to keep pushing. Instead of forcing yourself to ponder about this any longer, you instead push your bedroom door open and close it behind you.

Your legs feel so weak, in the sense that you’re overly aware that Jeongguk might see you. Disappointment washes over you for even being this aware. Jeongguk doesn’t care, so why should you?

Though, as you make your way to the front door, Jeongguk indeed does notice you out of the corner of his eye. He can see that you’re wearing a fitted short dress, showing off your curves so perfectly. He took in your form as much as he could, but with him not wanting to actually face you, he wasn’t able to see you as well as he would’ve liked to. “Where are you heading off to?”

With an eyebrow raised, you hesitate to turn and face him just before you reach the front door hallway. “Why do you care?” With his tone being so monotonous, you couldn’t tell if he was trying to be annoying, or if he was genuinely curious as to where you were going, but because you have revenge to execute, you wanted to continue being a brat to him, just as he’s being to you.

“I don’t. Just lock the door on the way out.” He finally looked your way, his heart immediately dropping at the sight of how absolutely beautiful you looked. Though he couldn’t allow his eyes to linger on you any longer, forcing himself to look back at the tv to try and refocus his attention on the movie instead of you.

As you continue to watch him in confusion, you notice his jaw clench. Is he angry? For what? Your eyes lingered on him for a second, his head resting into his head as he paid attention to the random action movie in front of him. With a sigh, your hand moves to open the door, before slowly closing it behind you, making sure to lock it like Jeongguk asked.

This date could help get your mind, so you were looking forward to it. Ignoring the pain in your heart, you turn around to see Taehyung dressed so handsomely. You didn’t expect to see your date already outside waiting for you, letting out a small gasp as you quickly made your way to him, immediately hugging him as tight as you could.

“There’s my pretty girl.” Taehyung hummed, stealing a kiss as he pulled you into his embrace, you giggled at his touch. “Ready to go eat?”

“Let’s go.”

It was almost impossible for you and Taehyung to keep your hands off of each other. As soon as you unlocked the door to your home, he wasted absolutely no time in moving his hands so that they were gripping your ass, while yours quickly moved to take off his velvet suit. In the midst of this, you notice that all of the lights in the home are off besides the dim light in the kitchen, which you could only assume that Jeongguk must’ve gone to his room for the rest of the night, possibly asleep. A small part of you wondered why he decided to head to bed so early, with him being the night owl that stays up until he can’t anymore. Almost immediately, your thoughts were interrupted, when you felt Taehyung’s hard crotch against your stomach.

It was like he memorized exactly where your room is located in the home, even if he hasn’t been here for two weeks, your bodies continued to make their way towards your room, not really bothering to stay quiet either.

Once you step foot into your room, the door quickly shuts behind Taehyung as you pull him into the bed with you. If Jeongguk was asleep, you knew he wasn’t anymore. It was so evil what you’re doing, a part of you wanted to tell Taehyung off for being so loud, but you couldn't. You shouldn’t start to feel bad about him, not when Jeongguk did this to himself. If only he was more considerate of you, then you would’ve been considerate of him.

Poor Jeongguk is going to have to learn the hard way.

Taehyung gets up off of you and watches over your figure, biting his lip at the sight of you, your dress complimenting your body perfectly. The straps of your dress are both slightly off of your shoulder, your cleavage practically spilling out. Taehyung is now on his knees before you, his fingers tracing the outline of your panties as he presses soft kisses on your inner thigh.

“Taehyung, please.” you whimpered, moving your fingers into his hair, pushing your hips up in desperation to feel something. Anything to keep your mind off of Jeongguk for the night.

His dark eyes meet yours, smirking at the state you’re in. “What’s the rush? Be patient.” You could hear him chuckle at you, sighing when you finally feel his touch on you once again.

Jeongguk finds himself staring blankly at the ceiling of his bedroom, which is no longer in total darkness now that he turned the lamp on that occupied the nightstand next to his bed, as he listens in on you in the next room with your… date. It doesn’t take a genius to know what was happening behind your closed door, he can hear everything. Every. Little. Fucking. Thing.

Earlier tonight when his eyes followed you out the door, looking so effortlessly beautiful as you normally would, he knew he was getting himself in some really deep shit again. Just by the way you got yourself all dolled up, he could tell that you were going on a date. It was obvious, there really was no need to ask you where you were going in the first place. He knew, but deep down inside he had hoped that you weren’t going on a date, instead a dinner for your job or something— anything— was better than that. As if the idea of you going on a date doesn’t already stress him out, the thought of him knowing who it was going to be with had him wanting to give up all hope on repairing anything between the two of you.

He vividly remembers each and every one of the rants you went on and on about your new found work crush prior to everything that had happened, and he absolutely hated every second of it. Although he hated it, he sure as hell remembered every detail you mentioned. He has learned that a few months ago, Taehyung freshly joined your office and had ended up filling that empty cubicle next to yours.

Over time the atmosphere that was once awkward due to sitting next to a stranger, soon changed. Taehyung would do little things here and there to get your attention by asking if you had an extra pen, or if you could help him with this and that. Of course it didn’t take long at all for you two to get so… close. In fact, way too close to Jeongguk’s liking.

The way you smiled when you mentioned the random acts of kindness he would do for you around at the office, or the small gifts he would get you before you made it back home, made his heart way too heavy to bear. Seeing somebody love you the way Jeongguk wants to love you is so heartbreaking to witness. Eventually, heartbreak quickly turned into anger, only continuing to grow until it completely engulfed him whole. At that point, he couldn’t hide the pain anymore.

Unfortunately this hatred he felt towards Taehyung only caused him to take it out on you. Jeongguk knows all too well that it’s extremely unfair for him to be so angry with you, but he just couldn’t help it. He’s hurting, yes, but there’s better ways of going about this rather than being such a dick towards you. It wasn’t your fault at all, nor did you deserve it. He just needs to grow up and admit his feelings for you, rather than pretending as if he isn’t hurting.

Jeongguk had wasted his time spending the past two weeks trying to get his anger out on the women he brought back home in hopes that you’d feel even the slightest bit of the same jealousy he feels when you talk about or bring Taehyung back to the house. All that for what? He isn’t even totally sure. Again, Jeongguk is just being very immature when it comes to his emotions. Even so, his childish plans never worked out. Overall, it just seemed like you didn’t care at all.

Yet again, how could you have known that he cares for you romantically? He’s never mentioned it, nor did he try to be outright obvious about it either in fear of you feeling weirded out or rejecting him.

Ironic, isn’t it? That he’s the one that’s jealous, and not you.

In fact, he knows that he should be happy for you instead. As your roommate and best friend, he should be ecstatic that you happened to find someone that you like, and that he likes you back. But still, it’s not good enough for him. Jeongguk would rather be the one that you long for, the one to be able to hold you and love you the way you deserve. You’re the whole world in his eyes. His whole world.

So now when he hears your moans in the next room over, he’s torn on how to feel. Going to sleep now is deemed incredibly useless. No matter how much he tosses and turns to find a comfortable position to sleep in, his ears are so focused on the beautiful sounds you make. Although he doesn’t want to be listening for your own privacy, it’s too damn hard not to.

It just feels so perverted, so embarrassing to get as hard as he is just by listening to you. The hardness is honestly starting to become painful. It feels almost like a sin to be listening to this, but now that he already did, he has to deal with the aftermath of wondering if he should relieve himself or not. Jeongguk’s already come to terms with the fact that he’s most likely a pervert anyway just for the lone reason of listening away on purpose.

You won’t know, it’ll be his own secret for him to keep all to himself.

Hesitantly, his hand slowly rubs over his clothed crotch, his hips grinding trying to gain any kind of momentum. Oh how much he’d wish it was you instead of his hand right now.

Pulling his boxers down, he kicks them completely off so he’s now naked. The room got hot all too fast, the coolness of the slight breeze from his fan gave him goosebumps as his hand wrapped itself around his angry head, pumping his fist around it at a desperate pace.

You sound so heavenly, he can feel his heart beginning to pick up pace when he imagines himself being the one causing it. If it were him, he would make sure to take his time with you, no matter how impatient you may be. Jeongguk groans imagining how tight your walls would feel around him. He immediately wishes he went about his jealousy in a different way. Maybe then he’d be where Taehyung is right now instead of pathetically fucking his hand hoping to even have a chance with you.

Or maybe, just maybe, this was actually your plan all along. The more he thinks about this, the more suspicious it seems. It all couldn’t be such a coincidence, not when this had to happen the very next day after you asked him to keep it down from having his own fun. Jeongguk is very aware of how you feel towards him being loud, so it’d be natural for you to get so pissed about it. Hence why this whole thing could be happening in the first place.

It’d make total sense, considering that you might want him to hear you, just as much as you’ve spent quite a few nights hearing him fuck. Though he isn’t sure that what Jeongguk’s doing right now would also be a part of your so-called plan. The thought probably never crossed your mind, and he isn’t completely sure why he’s doing this either.

Jeongguk is very familiar with the thoughts of him wanting to please you, and that he would have you screaming louder than Taehyung can. There are scenarios where he imagines having you in different positions, or how you look underneath all of the clothes you wear. He’d make sure to have you seeing stars, to the point where you’d only want to look at him from then on and not at someone who could give you mediocre sex.

Jeongguk wants to be the best you’ve ever had, and you would be the same for him. He yearns for you, to feel you, to love you.

Your name slips out from between his lips ever-so-quietly, his inked right hand picking up pace when he hears your moans. His eyebrows tightly furrow themselves together so that he could focus on your whimpers, trying to drown out the man on top of you. The more he hears you, the faster his hand moves, desperate to take this chance to cum to you. At this point, he doesn’t care how perverted this is anymore.

Before he knows it, Jeongguk feels his cum shoot out all over his lower stomach. His eyes watch as he rubs out every last drop. All of this, all just for you.

If he’s being completely honest, it isn’t the first time he’d touch himself to you, but it is the first time touching himself while he hears you. Any other time it would usually be when he daydreams about those filthy scenarios.

In a blink of an eye, the day that he had spent all night extremely dreading fastly approached Jeongguk. After the events of last night, he had hoped that maybe it would finally be the end of the world the next day just so he wouldn’t have to be reminded of the thoughts of last night. Just as expected though, it was instead hard not thinking about you.

Although his chest feels heavy, he hopes that when he comes home from his morning shift at work, he’ll be able to push it aside and have the confidence to finally apologize to you for how he’s been treating you lately. The conversation from the morning before constantly replayed in his mind since you left to go to your room and he’s never felt this disappointed in himself. There was no reason for him to be such an asshole to you. All you wanted to do is fix your friendship and in return, all he did was just let his jealousy take over to try and flip the problem onto you so that he wouldn’t have to take responsibility for his emotions.

On the other side, there was that one thought he had last night, where he thought you could potentially have been doing this all on purpose. It’s all too coincidental for it not to be. It was only just a small hunch last night, but now after putting all of the pieces together, it seems as though it’s all slowly making sense. If this was all just some elaborate plan you schemed up, he’s thoroughly impressed by it, because it fucking worked.

You’ve won the game. He’s forfeiting.

His emotions are so much more complex on how he should feel about the situation. Jeongguk’s ego is obviously very hurt, but he can’t keep letting it get to him. To him, you’re much more important than his stupid ego. So much so that he’s willing to finally give up on this stupid game that he weirdly started and be the one to apologize once and for all. It was all his doing in the first place.

Alright. So, how should he do this… should he apologize right once he gets home? Should he give you some space first? Or, wait. Should he mention his feelings for you? He shakes his head of the questions as a deep sigh escapes him, slowly opening the front door of his home. Once he’s inside, he kicks off his shoes, his eyes hesitating to find you here and slightly hoping that you aren’t, and that you’ll be home later on.

Jeongguk will do anything to procrastinate on this as much as he can. Apologizing to you is so nerve-wrecking for him to do right now. Though when his eyes eventually does fall on you, who is cuddled into your big fuzzy blanket while watching some random horror movie it looks like, on the couch. Seeing you so comfortable and adorable, it makes his heart jump. How much would he just love to just get cozy right next to you and watch movies together.

Suddenly, his lips start to form a frown though once something catches his eye through his peripheral vision. With the way the home is laid out, he could see both the kitchen island and the living room at the same time, making it easy for him to notice the small bouquet of white lilies that are sitting on the kitchen counter, along with a note that reads in messy handwriting:

Thank you for last night. I enjoyed myself. ;) - Taehyung

With this, his heart drops. He’s been trying to stay positive so that he could make the problem go away, but the problem keeps popping up no matter what. Jeongguk’s fingers curl into a tight fist, and just like what he’s been doing for the past two weeks, he doesn’t greet you nor does he spare you even a glance when he walks by you and straight towards his room.

Last night, after he had heard you and Taehyung, he had spent all night thinking this through. He had come to the conclusion that he shouldn’t be angry with you, or rather he should be upset with himself for acting like a child instead of approaching you in a more healthier way. But now, the hurt in his chest is impossible for him to ignore. His emotions are getting the better of him as he throws his bag on his bed, before then throwing himself to lay right next to it with an exasperated sigh.

Jeongguk is pissed— fuming actually. He really didn’t want another reminder of the events that happened last night, and yet, no matter how hard he tries to ignore it, he feels as if Taehyung is taunting him everywhere he goes. Taunted by the idea that he could never have you in the way he does.

Jeongguk isn’t dumb. He’s dumb over you, sure, but he’s smart enough to know that there’s a slight possibility that this is all what you’ve been trying to get him to feel and he’ll be damned if he lets you laugh in his face about it. This evil fucking plan of yours is too much for him to take anymore.

He shoots up from his spot and stomps straight out of his room to find you. Once he’s now in the living room, Jeongguk stands just out of your view of the television with both of his hands on his hips as he stares you down. It’s quiet as he finds the words to come out, your eyes looking at him curiously until he spits, “You want to talk about me being so loud?”

Confusion continues to settle into you, raising an eyebrow at him, “Excuse me?”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes as one head rubs his forehead. “Last night? What the fuck was that about?”

You couldn’t help but scoff right back at him. “Oh, it’s a problem now?” You grabbed the tv remote to pause the movie you were mindlessly watching just so that you could make sure you’re hearing him right, twisting your body so you sat facing him comfortably. “So, It’s a problem when I do it, but it’s okay when you do? How does that make any sense?”

“__, I didn’t say it was okay—“

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem.”

His tongue gently poked the inside of his cheek, his eyes continued to stare you down. He feels ultimately defeated since he’s trying his best to not hurt you and talk to you about this in a more calm manner, but the more he thinks about those stupid fucking flowers, the more he feels that very calm emotion completely drain right out of him. Quite frankly, he knows that he doesn’t really have the right to be as mad as he is right now, since this only happened because of the consequences of his own actions. But honestly, Jeongguk didn’t expect you to take it this far.

Then, as quickly as it came, he’s reminded of the fact that he touched himself to you last night. He’s aware that this is probably very bad timing, but he couldn’t help but get hard the more he thinks about the sounds you made. Even worse, seeing you right in front of him now after that, it’s driving him crazy. Jeongguk knows that he could have you replicating those sounds for him, and do it better.

“Did he really fuck you that good?”

With just seven words, he rendered you speechless, unable to say a single word. Never in your friendship has he ever spoken such inappropriate words that are directed right towards you. The room’s atmosphere changed in a blink of an eye, and you’re surprised at how you even came to this point in a matter of seconds.

Your eyes watch as he slowly makes his way towards you, his dark gaze never leaving yours. Goosebumps travel straight down your spine as you hear his deep voice whisper next to your ear, “Did he really fuck you so good that you just had to be that obnoxious?”

In an attempt to get a hold of any ounce of self confidence you just had, you ridiculously fumble over your words, “It’s…It’s none of your business, Jeongguk.”

Even though you’re trying to stand up for yourself, any confidence you just had is now completely shattered right when you knew you couldn’t even look him in the eye anymore. Everything in the room is apparently so much more interesting than Jeongguk is, which is a complete lie to yourself, and as far as Jeongguk could tell just by your obvious body language.

With him now directly in front of you, one of his hands rests next to you on top of the couch, while the other went from softly brushing against your cheek to slowly making its way down to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes met his dark gaze causing you to immediately feel so, so small.

“Be honest with me, angel. Do you think he could have you screaming the way I could? Hm?” The pad of his thumb is brushing your lower lip, his gaze switching from your eyes to your lips.

Your hips shift in your seat as you try to subtly relieve the stickiness that began pooling in your panties. How is it that all of that planning you did ended up like this? The end goal you originally had in mind was just for him to get angry and for him to finally apologize. You just wanted for him to know how you feel, but never would you have ever expected for it to end like this.

Though you couldn’t say that you’re complaining about it either.

You gulped, your eyes searching his lust filled ones to find any answer to his current actions in them. You’re unable to comprehend the situation, especially not when Jeongguk is looking at you this way. It makes it undoubtedly harder to focus on just what the fuck is happening right now.

“Baby, I’m talking to you.”

Hearing no response from you, Jeongguk slowly closes the gap between the two of you just until you’re mere inches away from one another. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip hard enough to almost draw blood as you feel your heart pounding out of your chest. “I asked you, do you think he can fuck you better than I could?”

As if you were in a trance, you immediately replied, “No, no he couldn’t.”

A chuckle left his lips. “I heard you last night, you know that right? You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

With your mind a little fuzzy, you nodded. You couldn’t think about anything but him right now. Not revenge, not Taehyung, but him and the heat in between your legs. Your tongue glides across your bottom lip as you notice Jeongguk’s eyes watch you. Excitement began to overwhelm you.

All of those days and nights of daydreaming of this to happen is finally actually happening to you, and now while you’re here, you’re finding that holding yourself back from kissing him is so, so hard. His lips look so plump and soft, it’s enticing to get a taste. It’s only a matter of time before either one of you give in, and you’re thankful that it’s Jeongguk to do so.

When you feel his lips crash onto yours, your hands shoot up to play with your hair, tugging on it. This causes him to groan into the kiss. The kiss is so sloppy, so desperate, the both of you are seemingly pouring pent up frustration into it.

You try to pull away to catch your breath and once you do, the two of you notice a string of saliva, causing Jeongguk to groan and chase your lips. The sight itself is more than enough to make you rub your thighs together, though it doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeongguk, who was already splitting your legs apart with his as he begins to lay you down against the couch. “Keep your legs open.”

A whimper slips out of your lips once you feel his thigh against your wet core, but he swallows it right up with another needy kiss. The need to feel something— anything— overwhelms you, causing you to begin to grind against him. Jeongguk smirks against your lips, pulling away from you almost immediately. The confusion on your face slowly disappears once you see that he’s starting to pull your shorts down along with your underwear, though the perplexed expression reappears once he takes a seat next to you, pulling you onto his lap.

“Ride my thigh. Now.”

You were quick to align yourself once you made yourself comfortable on his lap, though you’re just now realizing that unlike you, he’s still wearing his pants. Not only that, but you wanted to feel him better without them. “But it’ll—“ A loud smack rings throughout the living room, your ass stinging with such a bittersweet pleasure from the sudden feeling.

“I’m not going to repeat myself. You wanted to be a slut last night? Then act like it.” His energy towards you catches you off guard, but you can feel a heat surge inside you that only makes you want him more.

Is there a hint of jealousy you’re noticing? Your mind ponders about it for a second until you’re quickly brushing it off. You’ll get to the bottom of it later, right now you’ve got orders to fulfill.

Your thighs go side by side of his, finally settling down on him. Once you’ve finished getting comfortable on top of him, you take a moment to look at how sexy he looks. You almost forgot how attracted you are to this man after spending days with no good interaction with him.

With a nod of his head, you begin to move. Your pace is slow at first, testing the waters until you feel his hands gripping on your hips to help you ride his thigh better. His hands encourage you to go faster, which you have more than no problem with doing.

You hadn’t realized how wet you are, until you found yourself easily gliding against him even with the resistance of his pants. “You’re so wet ___. Fuck I can feel you through these.” His left hand guides you to go faster, while his right slides down to your clit, using his thumb to rub it in small, tight circles. This only adds to the knot that forms in the pit of your stomach, a soft whimper leaves you as you grow frustrated with trying to chase after it. “Keep going. You’re doing so well for me.”

His husky voice does wonders to you, if you knew he would be this into you as you were for him, you would’ve pissed him off ages ago. “Fuck, Jeongguk. I’m close. So, so close.”

“Yeah? You’re close?” His thumb applied more pressure to your clit, as he flexes his thigh to help you. Soon enough, the small knot in your stomach became undone, leaving you panting once you rode out your high. Jeongguk peered down at the huge wet spot on his thigh where you were, and something in him snapped.

“Lay down for me, and keep your legs open.” Jeongguk swiftly took his shirt off and threw it somewhere across the room, your eyes focused on his toned body while you laid back for him. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but it was never this close up, nor was it ever in a situation such as this one. With the sudden awareness of your current situation, you start to feel shy knowing that he can see all of your most intimate parts, you can even feel your juices slowly drip out of you at the mere thought.

“You’re so, so beautiful.” His hands got a hold of the end of your shirt in a rush to pull it off of you, taking in the sight of you completely naked, quickly realizing that you weren’t wearing a bra this whole time.

A moan slips past his lips, moving in to press against yours for a quick kiss before he peppers soft ones down your neck, and to your chest, purposely avoiding your nipple for a split second. You can feel his breath flutter against your skin momentarily until you finally feel his tongue flick against it. Your breath hitches as you watch his tongue swirl around the bud, leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses. His eyes never leave yours while he does it, to which you quickly begin to get embarrassed once again, the eye contact being way too much for you to handle right now, making you dart your eyes elsewhere until you can gather the mental strength to look at him again until you hear his stern voice. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Your eyes immediately shoot towards him, biting your lip as you continue to watch him practically make out with your tit. Jeongguk is already so fucking beautiful, you didn’t think it was even possible for him to look more breathtaking right now. You feel his hand snake down to your now drenched heat, your hips bucking in surprise at the very sudden warmth. His fingers teased your entrance by trailing around it, causing you to close your eyes in frustration. “Jeongguk—“

Another loud smack rings the room, but this time onto your swollen cunt. “What did I just say? Keep your eyes on me.” He lifts up from your chest to pepper more soft kisses down to your hips, snickering. “Of course a slut like you wouldn’t listen. Too busy wanting me to fill your needy cunt, is that right?”

“Yes! I need you. Please don’t tease me.”

You hear him scoff, his breath fanned lightly on your wet cunt. “Oh, now you need me? So now you need me even though you had someone else fucking you last night.” The tips of his fingers tease your entrance once more, rubbing circular movements so painfully slow. “You should’ve just asked me in the first place, fucking slut.”

He’s teasing you, even though you asked him not to. It’s driving you crazy, forcing you to grind yourself against his finger so desperately. Jeongguk simply laughs at how desperate you look underneath him.

“I would’ve made you feel way better than he could.” His finger dips inside, collecting as much of you as he can before pushing two fingers in. “All you had to do was ask.”

Your breath hitched, your hands shooting straight down to his hair to tug on the strands. His tongue swirled around your clit while his fingers made its way deeper into you, slowly increasing speed. Being forced to maintain eye contact with Jeongguk is so difficult. The sight of him is so beautiful, yes, but fuck as much as you hated to admit it, you felt as if you’re on another planet. It was impossible to focus right now.

You don’t know when it happened, but at one point you tossed any embarrassment that you had and found yourself desperately grinding yourself against his soft lips. Jeongguk groaned at the sight of you using him for your pure pleasure, removing his fingers so that his tongue could fuck you instead. His hands are fully grasped on both of your cheeks, pulling you as close as he can on his face. Jeongguk wants to be suffocated by you like this, tasting all of you as if you were his last meal on earth.

It didn’t take long for another knot to form inside your stomach, and you had to warn him. “Fuck— I’m so close..” Before you could even reach it, all of a sudden you felt a wave of cold air hitting your wetness where Jeongguk was. He pulled himself away right as you were finally about to cum, whining at the now empty feeling. Your climax was quickly ripped from you, and he could tell how badly you wanted it just by the way your lips formed a pout at him.

“Aw, did my little whore want to cum again?” He mocks while his hands are pulling both his pants and underwear down in haste, your eyes are so focused on his thick cock slapping against his stomach that butterflies roamed your stomach in pure excitement and arousal. The sight of him hovering over you so sexily was enough to make you let out a whimper, you want him so badly. You need him so badly.

With a nod, you lower your eyelids as you give him a sultry look, meanwhile your hands are slowly rubbing up and down his smooth stomach. “I wanna come on your cock…” You adjust yourself up on your elbows while one hand reaches for his dick, stroking him ever so gently. “…but I can be a good girl and wait.”

Jeongguk sighs at your words, getting up from his spot to sit on the couch, you make your way in between his legs and make yourself comfortable. You give his outer thigh a quick peck, your hand moving to stroke his cock once again. Slowly, your lips brush his tip, making sure to keep eye contact with him this time. His hand holds onto the back of your head, his fingers burying themselves into the strands of your hair to have a better grip.

You give a tiny lick to his angry head and slowly wrap your tongue fully around it while your hand meets the same pace. Even though you really want to tease him and take your time, you really badly just wanted to taste him. Teasing him would be for another day.

You finally do your best to take all of him inside of your mouth, your warm tongue laying flat on the underside of his length. “Fuuuuck, __. You feel so good.” Your eyes flutter to look at him, a beautiful expression painted on his features. His moans only started to work you up, both your hand and mouth worked together to speed up the pace. The free hand that you had moved up his thigh right until his balls, giving it a light rub.

Jeongguk’s hand is trying really hard not to push you on him completely, unknowingly rocking his hips up to meet yours. Your eyes start to well up at the force and pace that he’s using your mouth. He notices this, but doesn’t let up. Instead, he just goes faster. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” Though your jaw starts to hurt and your throat starts to become rough, you’re determined to keep making him feel good so you keep it relaxed.

Soon enough, you could tell that he’s getting close to release because of how sloppy his thrusts are starting to become. Before you could brace yourself to taste his seed, he pulls out of your mouth and pulls you up. You didn’t have much time to react as your body gets thrown back on the couch onto your stomach. Jeongguk forces you on your knees, using your arms to steady you up so that you wouldn’t fall.

You feel him grind against your ass, feeling your saliva all on your skin. You fight the urge to try and fit him into your pussy yourself, also knowing that he's holding you in place to keep you from doing so anyway. “I need you, Jeongguk. Please.”

His hands grab onto your ass, squeezing the flesh as he takes in your words. With a chuckle, one hand leaves to shove your face into the couch. “Who owns this pretty pussy, baby?” You felt his thumb rub your entrance, causing you to arch your back further. “Me or him?”

Without a second thought, you immediately replied, “Yo—“, but before you could even finish saying yes to him, you felt his dick slam into your pussy with no warning. You let out a sharp gasp, your jaw widening at the painful, yet euphoric pleasure. He didn’t hold back on pounding into you, though you didn’t mind at all. You love it.

“I’m sorry, baby. I couldn’t hear you.” His hand slapped your ass and gripped onto your hips to keep you from falling from how hard his thrusts are. “Whose is it?”

“Yours!” Your hands grip onto his biceps, trying to hold onto anything for dear life as you feel him pound into your cunt. A groan escapes his lips as he picks up the pace.

“God, __. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Jeongguk whispers against your lips. He notices a smile forms on your face and he swears his heart is doing backflips. “I’m so obsessed with you.”

The way he’s hitting every spot in you just right, has your knees going numb right underneath him. It was almost like you guys are made perfectly for each other. “Deeper, deeper..”

You didn’t have to tell Jeongguk twice, he momentarily halted his movements to spread your legs a bit more, regaining possession of your hips as he goes to town rougher than he did before. Your back arches with the newfound speed and the way his cock is hitting your cervix. The way he manhandles you to his liking has you seeing stars, getting cockdrunk. Your hands grip onto the cushion underneath you for dear life.

The two of you are very close, you can tell by how his once calculated movements are now beginning to get both sloppier and messier. “I’m close!” you warn, feeling his fingers travel down to rub your clit in tight circles.

“Where do you want me— fuck.”

“Inside, please. It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” The thought of him being able to release inside of you only pushes him closer to the edge, but he did his best to hold off until you came. But as soon as you did, he wasted no time in following suit, gently rocking his cock back and forth to ride out your high.

Once the two of you finally come down from your intense climaxes, finished with catching your breaths, Jeongguk continues to just stare at you. You, and the way that you look so beautiful even though you’re all fucked out. You’re all he’s wanted and more.

Although his gaze on you is purely innocent on his end, you on the other hand start to overthink everything that just happened. It was completely unexpected, and now it just feels awkward to address anything. All you’re doing now is waiting for one of you to finally speak up. You turn to face him during the silence, and it wasn’t until you saw him show off his cute smile that you fell in love with, that you decided to show off your own. Not knowing he fell in love with yours as well.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just admiring you.”

His words make you slap his chest, laughing in embarrassment. “Oh, shut up!” To try and hide the heat rising onto your cheeks, you turn your back towards him and hide your face into the cushion of the couch.

It’s weird, joking with him again. Especially after the two of you just finished randomly fucking.

Jeongguk laughs, making himself comfortable next to you with his hand resting his head up. Once the laughter finally dies down, his eyes silently travel every feature on your angelic face, soon a bittersweet feeling overwhelms him. “Hey. I just wanna say sorry… for how I've been treating you lately.” A short silence falls between you, Jeongguk immediately feeling really bad now.

You aren’t sure what to say yourself, so you turn around to face him, looking into his eyes. Trying to find any hint of mischief, you come up empty handed and sigh. “Why did you do that?”

For a second, he’s confused by what you mean by your question. His hand rests on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your soft skin. “I was dumb. I was just really jealous that you like Taehyung and I obviously didn’t handle it very well.”

“You? Jealous?” Jeongguk nods. Comprehending that definitely took some time for you, silence in the air once again. “Wait. You… like me?”

He groans, throwing himself back onto his back. “Why are you asking? Isn’t it obvious?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him, though you quickly rested your head onto his chest to reassure him. “I just wanted to make sure I heard you correctly.” Happiness is surging through your body right now. Finally, the two of you are able to talk this through; your revenge worked like a charm. And it ended probably better than you were expecting.

Now you felt as though you owed Jeongguk an explanation.

“I did like Taehyung. But if I'm being honest, I started liking him because I didn’t think you liked me, either.” Jeongguk’s eyes shoot to look at you while you explain. His eyebrow lifts in confusion hearing your confession.

“Well what about now?” His voice is so soft, your heart nearly broke in half at the sound.

“I don’t like him that way anymore.”

Jeongguk sits up to look at you, confusion still lingering. “Wait but what about the flowers on the kitchen counter?”

At this, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, quickly waving your hands so that he doesn’t completely misunderstand you.

“Oh, he was just helping me out. I told him about the plan of getting you back when I was at dinner with him, and he was happy to take part of the revenge to help me.” To further explain, you sit up as well, brushing your hair out of your face. “I really like you, Jeongguk. I promise. All I wanted to do was make you feel how annoying it was for me to endure all of that, but this outcome is way better than what I imagined.”

Jeongguk’s jaw drops, disbelief coating his face until he laughs once it all finally hits him, “I fucking knew it!” You give him a smile, nestling yourself onto his warm lap to wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers gently run through his sweat-filled hair. “I’m happy you like me back. I don’t know what I’d do if you still liked him. Especially after…”

You didn’t have to hear another word, you knew what he was referring to just by the way his words lingered on. “Come on, let’s go take a shower. I wanna spend the whole day with you now that I have you back again.”

Jeongguk kisses your lips, grabbing onto you to bring you to the bathroom. “You’re never leaving my side ever again.”

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hi art im a BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIIIIIIIIG (big) fan of your in which series i literally reread them all the time to feel Something lol. but have you ever thought of making a masterlist of the drabbles in timeline order?? ur obviously not obligated to since it’s your blog and im sure it’ll take a while. but just thought it’d be cool to read their story in order! :-) luv u

hi hi!! i sorted out the plot-driven drabbles in timeline order with a few other sprinkled in there off the top of my head which i also think would be cool for u to read but doing all the drabbles would take me forever i’m sorry 😭🫶🏼 (maybe soon! or i’m thinkin’ when i leave the blog to wrap things up :p) but thank youuu sm for all the love and interest in the iw!couple it really means a lot to meee 🥺 <3 and i hope this helps for now!! <3 ilyyy

in which drabbles from their first meeting leading up to them moving in together + some bonuses! ★

> in which music waters a wilting flower on a chilly autumn night

> in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you

> in which jungkook kisses you for the first time

> in which jungkook says i love you for the first time

> in which jungkook doesn’t understand you sometimes

> in which you say i love you to jungkook for the first time

> in which your boyfriend, jungkook, gives you a concussion

> in which jungkook misses you before he even leaves

> in which you come home tipsy and jungkook is upset

> in which you always come home to jungkook

> in which jungkook won’t tell you what’s wrong and you get emotional motion sickness

> in which jungkook is giving up on you but you have so much love left to give

> in which you don’t want to give up jungkook (even when he gave you reasons to, even if they give you reasons to)

> in which moving in together is a herculean task and jungkook teaches you how to fold his underwear

> in which you’ve found comfort in laying on top of jungkook and you just… won’t let go

> in which your period cramps bring you to tears but jungkook’s gentle hand is warm

> in which you and jungkook go on a spontaneous drive

> in which jungkook loses you in the grocery store

— main in which masterlist! ★