Titillating Touches | Mlist

titillating touches | mlist

come visit Blissful Hands for a place to relax and for you to let go of all your stress under the care of our top-tier masseurs who don’t hesitate to attend to every need of their clients with complimentary treatments! with an extended range of carefully developed techniques that are sure to satisfy all, whether you’re looking for a familiar treatment or venturing into something new, Blissful Hands opens its doors to take the best care of you!

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🧴type of massage: effleurage 

🧴masseur: kim namjoon 

🧴attendant: @ilikemesometaetaes​

🧴appointment: july 2022 

🧴packages: smut, romance, strangers to lovers, comedy/crack?, fluff?

🧴type of massage: hydrotherapy

🧴masseur: jung hoseok

🧴attendant: @dreamescapeswriting​​

🧴appointment: session concluded

🧴packages: smut, angsty, fluffy ending, strangers to lovers

🧴type of massage: candle wax

🧴masseur: kim seokjin

🧴attendant: @chemicalpink​​

🧴appointment: session concluded

🧴packages: smut, a bit of angst, fluff, estranged friends to lovers

🧴type of massage: swedish/thai

🧴masseur: park jimin

🧴attendant: @jimilter​

🧴appointment: session concluded

🧴packages: smut, angst, fluff, established relationship

🧴type of massage: hot stones

🧴masseur: min yoongi

🧴attendant: @xpeachesncream

🧴appointment: session concluded

🧴packages: friends to lovers, ex-fwb, mutual pining

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🧴masseur: kim taehyung

🧴attendant: @aquagustd

🧴appointment: july 2022

🧴packages: angst, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, failed wedding

🧴type of massage: shiatsu

🧴masseur: jeon jungkook

🧴attendant: @ressjeon

🧴appointment: july 2022

🧴packages: angst, smut, strangers to lovers, fuck buddies

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host note: this collaboration wouldn’t have happened without my talented friends helping me along the way. to Ash who prompted me to start one when we blurted out to one another that we’re both writing masseur fics, to Allannah for the collab title and for our individual banners later on, to Marinette for helping me with the collab summary and for the rest who are amazing people that have been hyping all of us, thank you so much for doing this with me, i love you all ♡

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Coquet (Series) | JJK

Coquet

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Total word count: 77,727K words

Status: Completed ✅

Warnings (more to be written in individual chapters): cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: This is loosely inspired by The Wedding Date (2004) but with a slight twist. If you know the movie, I hope you'll still read along. I have a habit of getting prompts from random movies or shows that I revisit and then find some details that I'd like to switch up for my own personal wish-fulfillment bank so, I hope it does the same for yours as well! 😊

Comment, reblog, or send me feedback! 📩--I love hearing from readers!

❗️Please DNI if you're a minor.

Navigation:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

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Of Lace and Lust | KTH {M}

friendship rule number one: don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering taehyung’s kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing. 

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: smut, fluff, a sprinkle of angst words: 11.8k contains: college au, roommate au, childhood best friends to lovers, underwear kink, masturbation, fingering, oral (f), condomless sex, so much softness, light dirty talk, definitely too much plot

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love me better | pjm (m)

thank you so much for this absolutely stunning banner, maggie @kth1​​​​​ <33

Summary: “And your kisses taste bitter now after all.”

Park Jimin still remembers you from a fervent night, not expecting in his wildest dreams that you’d join his team to solve the case of the most dangerous thieves in the country. But he soon realises that of all things, you might be the hardest riddle he’s ever had to crack.

⋙ pairing: Jimin x reader ⋙ rating:18+ ⋙ genre: strangers to lovers, bits of fwb, detective!au; angst, fluff, smut ⋙ warnings: quiet some angst (don’t say i didn’t warn you), secrets secrets!, past minor character death/drowning (only mentioned), guns, (talk about) fears/past trauma, thefts and detective stuff, injuries, car accident, crying, unhealthy coping mechanisms, betrayal, bottled up feelings, some pov changes, hyung line cameo !! explicit sexual content: multiple (3) sex scenes, dom!jimin, sub!reader, unprotected sex (be responsible y’all), teasing, flirting, heavy sexual tension, fingering, oral (f. & m. rec.), dirty talk, lots of mid-sex convos lol, petnames, breast play, soft & rough sex, some aftercare, … lmk if i forgot smth the fic is huge ⋙ word count: 36.7k (just like that…. sorry 😐) ⋙ a/n: GOSH IT’S FINALLY HERE. it took me 7. damn. months to finish this and !!! i so hope you guys like it 😭 thank you for beta’ing and for your patience, precious angels @missgeniality​​​​ and @jimilter​​​​, you fixed this mess and were there for me alllll this time 😭 and thank you also to @btsmosphere​​ for brainstorming with me when i found myself clueless 🤍  let me know what you all think. feedback is highly appreciated !!! <3 ⋙ uploaded to AO3, too (for those who prefer pdfs or mobile readings!)

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MASTERLIST | WIPS

A sudden, bright red flashes and a loud thump of his heart sounds in his ears.

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𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ot7 series ( 1 ) ━━━━ jeon jungkook

part of the office hours series

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ↬ being an office worker is not bad. and your new job happens to confirm that; when it seems your first day couldn’t get any better, your new coworker comes up with an unexpected proposal. “unexpected” for you, but not for him. maybe you should have read the clause at end of your contract…

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↬ mature ( s )

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↬ staff accountant!jeon jungkook x finance manager!reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ↬ SMUT!, discussion of sex, sex in public place, oral sex (m receiving), deep throat, face fucking, dirty talk (jungkook seems shy but has a dirty mouth 🫢), light slapping, praising, some tension. an ounce of yoongi x reader 🤌🏻. mention of make x male action.

not entirely proof read, so please be aware of possible grammar mistakes :)

With a small sigh leaving your lips, you let yourself lean back in the black, leather chair, allowing your neck to crank over so you could admire the view behind you; immensely tall buildings stood proudly, making it almost impossible to catch a sight of greenery between the avenues. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel light hearted at the – what people would have considered – shallow, boring view.

Especially since you could see it from your brand new office, and although it was the first time you put foot inside of it, you felt like it was your second home already; your mind wandered on how you could decorate it, plants and art works scattered around the place, without straying too much from the image of the company. At least, that’s what one of your coworkers recommended you to do, along side a series of…interesting things.

Although you were too excited to enter your office to register what he was telling you. (You should have, perhaps.)

But how could you? The thrill of being the new finance manager of the SKim cosmetics was almost too unbearable for you. Reason why you immediately ran to your office, preferring to leave new acquaintances for last.

Much to your liking, the company was a launching, yet already successful, machine of cosmetics and fragrances that seemed to create a large profit everyday; even if you were writing your very first financial report of the day, you were pleasantly surprised to see how flourishing SKim was. And you were looking forward to see what it could have gave you too.

The immaculate silence of your office – only occasionally broken by your gentle taps on the keyboard – was suddenly interrupted by a knock on your door, making your curious eyes light up towards its direction.

You could see a faint silhouette through the glass door, and only when you squinted your eyes you realised that said figure belonged to a man. You saw him gently opening the door to enter, still hesitant, and that’s when you started gazing up and down his slender body, black slacks covering his legs while a white, slightly opened-button shirt hugged his chest. If it wasn’t for his black blazer, you would have noticed how thin the material of his shirt was – perky nipples protruding against it. Maybe you should have turned up the air conditioning.

“Excuse me,” he said, a frown appearing on his face when he saw you handing tons of papers in your hands. “I hope I’m not interrupting…”

You saw him lowering his gaze, a tight smile appearing on his face as if he was silently apologising. If you weren’t currently studying him in silence, he would have thought you were burning holes in his head by the way you were staring at him. In all honesty, you were just admiring the shininess of his black hair, that seemed to match the light of his doe eyes.

“Oh, no worries,” you shrugged him off, placing the papers on your desk. “I was just getting finished.”

At your words, that came kinder than you intended, his tight smile loosened, this time genuinely grinning at you.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion, really. But when I’ve heard we had a new finance manager in the company and their office was right attached to mine, I couldn’t help but come here to greet you personally!”

You watched him eagerly reaching up to you, walking closer to your desk while he extended a hand towards you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The tenderness of his voice was enough for you to take his hand into your own, shaking it with gentle, yet decisive force.

“It’s great to know you too, Mr Jeon. I’m Y/L/N Y/N. I expect to see you often around here since your office is next to mine, isn’t it?”

The man, whose name you learned was Jungkook, seemed to be happy about your question, his smile slightly turning into a smirk.

“I’m sure I will. I’m a Staff Accountant, so I’ll probably need your help when things become…stressful.”

You couldn’t miss the light chuckle he let out after he spoke, nor the way his eyes moved down your figure, stopping at where you hands met. Or at least that’s what you tried to believe – was it inappropriate to say you thought, even for just a second, that he was checking you out?

“Certainly, Mr Jeon. I’ll be happy to help wherever I could.” you simply stated. He left the grip on your hand, but his smile didn’t falter.

“Fantastic!” he exclaimed, and you chuckled alongside him. “And please, drop the formalities. No one calls me Mr Jeon, I’m one of the youngest here. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

You were expecting him to add a chuckle at the end of his words, but his expression turned serious in a matter of seconds, his hands now finding the pockets of his trousers. Perhaps it was the fact that you were sitting and he was standing tall in front of you, but you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by how firm his posture was. If it wasn’t for the small, probably not so conscious, pout on his lips, you would have found him overawing even.

“And if you have any question, don’t hesitate to ask me.” he said, and his serious demeanour changed back into a welcoming expression. “Maybe in front of a nice served lunch?”

“Oh, that would be lovely.” you told him with a smile. “But I already packed my lunch for today, can’t betray my homemade pasta. Maybe another time?”

“Ah, that’s a shame.” You watched as he frowned slightly at your words, recomposing almost immediately. “I hoped to ask your preferences as soon as possible, but next time will do.”

Your…what?

You tried not to show your confusion at his choice of words, but your expression failed you before you could stop it.

“My– sorry, my preferences, you said?”

“Yes?” he asked, as if he couldn’t understand the reason of your puzzlement. “If you prefer, you know…to fuck or to be fucked.”

…What?

“I…don’t understand?” Now you couldn’t hide the astonishment on your face, and unluckily for you, Jungkook seemed to notice that almost immediately.

“Didn’t the contract include the P2P? That’s impossible…” he mumbled to himself, but you were quick to interrupt him.

“PT2? What are you talking about?” you asked, almost too loudly, earning a surprised look from Jungkook.

“Y/N,” he called you in a serious tone. “Tell me you read the contract before signing it.”

Definitely, yes. You were always serious when it came to accepting new jobs – especially those who pay a great amount of money and give you ulterior benefits. But not even the most composed of workers could contain their excitement at the sight of multiple zeros in their pay checks, so who were you to not do the same thing?

Still, you should have probably kept reading instead of deliberately ignoring the rest of the contract. (The power of money, maybe.)

You didn’t realise you were holding a bewildered look on your face until your eyes met Jungkook, whose expression changed into a frown. You even heard him curse under his breath, but before you could say anything, he stopped you.

“That’s okay,” he stated “It’s not like I did it myself, the pay was enough for me to accept the job right away.”

He tried to comfort you somehow, stepping closer to where you were sitting. “I suppose I should fill you in some more, then.”

He took the liberty to sit on your desk, his body now much closer to yours while he explained what you did miss. Which was a lot.

“Our CEO recently adopted this new strategy– well, not recently, it was three years ago at least…” he ranted, and you smiled at his attempt to explain himself better “anyways, he thought of a new way to create a stronger bond between us coworkers. In different ways, depending on the situation of course.”

“And that’s called…P2P?” you asked him and he nodded in response.

“Peer to Peer therapy, yes. No labels, no boundaries, no shame. If you need anything, just go to your office neighbour and ask them to blow your back out. Or the other way around, if you prefer.”

“So no one is off limits?” you asked, and when he eagerly nodded you let out a sigh. Thank God you weren’t in a relationship.

“That’s what is stipulated in the contract. But please, keep in mind that even if you gave your total consent by signing up the contract, no one is allowed to do anything that you don’t want. They should always ask you first, the same goes for you when you’re the one who initiates. Consent and respect run this company, after all.”

His words, although he was repeating them like a previously written script, made you feel more at ease with the whole situation. Even if you couldn’t help the small, barely audible voice in your head that screamed ‘What the fuck?’ over and over.

You decided to ignore it for now.

“So basically I can walk to any coworker and ask them to fuck the stress out of me, that’s it?”

Jungkook chuckled at your crude words, dictated by the shock of his revelation. Again, that seemed more like your problem, since you were too much of a money chaser to even notice the most important thing in your contract.

“Pretty much, yes. And I suppose a lot of people will reach out to you. It won’t be hard since, you know…you’re quite beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle leaving your lips at his praise, shaking your head in disbelief. Were you sure that you weren’t just imagining to hear things? Were you really this horny or the sight of the man in front of you made your mind wander too much?

“You too?”

You didn’t know where you found the courage to ask that, although the tone of your voice was as playful and teasing as the expression on his face.

“I just might.” he admitted, staring into your eyes while his teeth played with his lower lip.

You stayed like that for a while, and you wondered if you should have remained sit or try this Peer to Peer therapy right away with him.

You decided to keep still, and Jungkook noticed it. “Ah well,” he said, getting up from your desk “I should probably go back to work now. If you need me…”

“I’ll come to you.” you continued, earning a smile from him.

“And so will I.”

With a playful wink and – what you recognised – his signature smirk, he exited your office. Leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your extremely, unholy thoughts.

No matter how much you tried to process it, you just couldn’t take in what just happened; but whatever you put yourself into, you decided not to waste your time at questioning if it was ethically right or not.

Maybe, you could have given it a try. Even if just for once.

Mr Jeon Jungkook seemed to leave a good impression on you. It was rather him or the absurdity of the situation he so eagerly explained to you. Yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about your previous encounter.

And now you were considering if you should have wasted the almost end of lunch break eating your still intact pasta, or maybe have a look around the other offices.

Thankfully, your stomach seemed to deny every form of food at that moment, while your head repeatedly told you to remain still and focused on your job. And your emotions – well, mostly the horniness – told you to take a better look at your work environment. Alas, your possibly hot coworkers.

Opting for throwing your lunch in a bin, you didn’t even bother to take your stuff with you before leaving your already beloved office.

And soon, you were met with a sight that competed with the one in front of your office; people walked, and ran, all around the place, phones and papers in their hands while wearing their elegant, yet casual attire that made them look more attractive for some reason. They moved so fast, almost not caring if they bumped against one another. And if they did, they simply excused and smiled at each other.

A smile that hid so much more behind it. You recognised it immediately because well…it was the same smile Jungkook gave you. Charming, anticipating, one of those smiles that leaves you with chills. And makes you crave more.

You took a better look at those who were sitting in their desks, their expression focused on their job, while some others chatted happily to one another. You even saw a pair eyeing each other from two different desks, and shamelessly getting up from their seats at the same time, fast heading to the same direction.

You unconsciously gulped at the thought of them going to find a private place to entertain themselves. But a small part of your brain thought you were maybe exaggerating; even if Jungkook mentioned how ordinary the whole P2P situation was, it didn’t mean everyone just had random sex every single day. Right?

You kept wandering around the place, curiously gazing inside some offices, and you realised how light the air was. As if everyone seemed genuinely happy to be at work.

But at the same time, you couldn’t help but occasionally feel a certain heaviness around you. Not in a bad way, which was why you were already addicted to it; were you too horny or when you entered the place, the very first time, you mindlessly ignored the smell of sex in the air?

The more you walked around, the more you realised the stares others were giving you; mostly because you were a new face, but you were aware it was because you were fascinating in their eyes.

‘I suppose a lot of people will reach out to you.’ Jungkook told you.

But was it really that easy? All you needed to do was just go to a random coworker and ask them to fuck?

The most deprived part of you was thrilled by the thought, but a more self-aware one stopped you from asking a total stranger to fuck the horniness out from your body.

Maybe you should have listened to Jungkook? Just go find him and ask for a hand, or something more?

Perhaps you could have waited if someone came to you instead? Rightfully hoping they were at least as hot as your office neighbour.

“Hey!” suddenly, you were startled by a loud call, later noticing an elegantly dressed man in front of you. Where the hell did he appear from?

And how the hell was he so incredibly handsome?

Even if he shouted, his voice was deep and dark, surprisingly matching with the feline shape of his black eyes. Every single one of his perfectly caved features reminded you of a cat, especially the blankness of his expression.

You didn’t try to hide your shameless staring, but for some reason he didn’t seem to notice. Wait, wasn’t he just calling out for you just a few seconds ago?

“Hey,” he called again, this time less loudly, and definitely not looking at you. But behind you, instead. “Jeon Jungkook.”

Maybe not.

You slightly widened your eyes when you recognised said name, and you immediately turned your head only to find the one and only Jungkook in front of you.

Although being called, he took a moment to look back at you, equally surprised but still thrilled by your presence. And his gaze was so intense that you completely missed the way the other man eyed between the two of you, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Yes, Yoongi hyung?” he acknowledged the other, who apparently was older than him.

The man named Yoongi sighed at Jungkook, the look on his eyes eager to dismiss him as soon as possible.

“Conference room 101. In–”

“In 15 minutes, I already know.” Jungkook continued and the other man seemed annoyed by his interruption. The youngest, however, didn’t seem to mind.

“Then try not to be late.” he suggested, although it seemed more like a proper command. “You wouldn’t do that after I came here personally to tell you, right?”

You heard him mumble some words in his breath, and you swore you heard him saying something about how incompetent his secretary was and how he was the one doing their work.

And as if his cold tone wasn’t enough, his eyes wandered again between Jungkook and you, but this time he took some more time to look at you. The term look was an understatement though, since he was scrutinising you, scanning you from head to toe.

And then, as if he grew bored of your presence, he walked off. Leaving you speechless.

If he wasn’t for the sound coming from Jungkook’s mouth, similar to a frustrated sigh, you would have remained frozen in your place.

“He’s terrifying, isn’t him?” he asked, and you turned to look at him. Your dumbfounded expression answered Jungkook’s question, and he nudged you with his elbow.

“Hey, at least you’re not the one who has to present a new financial project in front of Min Yoongi himself.” he tried to make you laugh, but by his face failed to hide his nervousness.

“Don’t tell me I just met the CEO of this company?” you asked, widening your eyes at the thought.

He smiled at your preoccupied tone, shaking his head. “Definitely not, he could have been, though. He has the looks for it. But he’s a Project Manager so he still has power here.”

You nodded at his words, silently releasing a deep breath after acknowledging he wasn’t the CEO, although he still held a lot of power.

“That’s why I’m a little anxious, to be honest. It’s not like I want to screw everything in front of him…or the others, for all that it matters.”

You saw him rubbing the nape of his neck, and you realised it was a sign that he was, in fact, really nervous. Your face softened when you noticed the distress on his face, his pout accentuating even more.

And in that moment, you wanted to do anything to make him feel better.

“Is there…do you want me to help you out?” you tried to find the right words, and you almost slapped your face at how desperate your tone was. As if you were asking him to help you out instead.

He widened his eyes at your question, blinking a few times as if he couldn’t believe your sudden change of behaviour.

“I…well, I guess it would be helpful if someone reviewed my papers, especially a finance manager but…”

“Uhm, yes…I believe I could,” you interrupted him “Although 15 minutes is a short amount of time.”

“Depends on the situation.” he said, the dark tone of his voice clearly hinting to something else.

“Such as?” you asked in the same tone, faking a pensive expression. He let out a soft but quick chuckle, his body walking closer to yours, almost touching you.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” he stated, and you felt unease while staring at his pitch black eyes.

“Mhm,” you wondered, fighting the urge to look away from his piercing gaze “that can be arranged…somehow.”

You were certain a lot of things would have happened on your first day of work; yet, you would have laughed out loud if someone told you you would have found yourself on your knees in an empty office, hands fidgeting with your coworker’s pants.

You would have indeed laughed out loud, if someone told you you would have been on your knees for someone as attractive as Jungkook, who happened to be your office neighbour.

“Fuck, okay” he grunted, seeing you eagerly trying to take his pants off. “Are you one hundred percent sure?”

You murmured a strings of curses while trying to strip him, his already hard bulge tightening the soft material of his trousers, making it harder for you to take it off. “I’m sure, Jungkook. Are you sure?” you asked as well, and he nodded as eagerly as you.

“Fuck yes, I can’t wait any longer…”

“Then help me out, will you?” you gave him a teasing smile, and that was enough for him to quickly move his hands on his belt, while you started to palm his now rock hard cock.

“Shit, Y/N…” he moaned out and you pressed harder against him, urging him to lower his pants.

It didn’t take long before you were almost hit in the face by his long, hard cock – a sight you never knew you needed, but you definitely craved. You didn’t even realise your mouth was slightly open, admiring his cock in all its glory.

“Are you going to do something about it, baby?” this time, he was the one teasing you and you felt butterflies in your stomach when your eyes met his lustful, yet needy gaze.

You wanted to say something snarky at him, maybe even tease him without putting your mouth on him yet, but you had too little time for that. Other than you being too eager.

With your eyes still focused on his, you took his cock by the base, enjoying its heaviness and you immediately started to place kitten licks on the swollen head, savouring his meaty, yet already addicting taste. At the action, Jungkook threw his head back, hitting the wall behind him while his hand immediately found your hair.

You couldn’t help but leave mouth-opened kisses all over his length, one of your hands moving up and down in the meanwhile. Throaty whimpers left his mouth, and the sound, mixed with his taste, made you moan against him.

That was enough for him to buckle his hips against your mouth, a not-so gentle invitation to put him inside you. And who were you to deny him? You already lost all the safe control you gathered during your life as soon as he pushed you inside the empty office.

So, without wasting time, you spit on the head, allowing your mouth to invite his cock inside, moving lower, and lower, and lower. You tried to fight the urge to choke on him, too focused on taking him till the hilt.

And till the hilt you took him, making him moan out loud in pleasure.

“Oh fuck! I wasn’t expecting th– fuck, you’re so good…”

The way you bobbed your head up and down in concentration made Jungkook’s body go on fire; you could sense it by the way his thighs shook, by how tight his grip on your hair was and how loud his grunts and whimpers were.

“Fuck that’s it, baby…suck me off like that.” he said, slightly fucking into your mouth, earning a whine from you. “Shit, you liked that baby? You want me to fuck your mouth?”

You nodded against him, and he harshly grabbed you by the hair before making you look at him. Your eyes widened at his fucked out expression, his hair now messy and face covered in sweat, the redness of his cheeks trailing down his neck. He looked absolutely ravishing. Absolutely perfect.

“Look at me when I fuck your mouth.” he ordered, and you were too quick at obeying him. “Don’t fucking–” he interrupted, slightly slapping your cheek “look away, got it?”

You immediately nodded, biting your lower lip and he groaned. “My good girl.”

And just like that, he bucked his hips against your mouth, his cock now finding home inside you once again while you worked on him. His thrusts were as harsh as the grip on your hair, and you barely managed to breath through your nose. But it felt so fucking good. And it aroused you to no end. Especially hearing the sound of his loud moans echoing in the empty office, mixed with the wetness of your mouth in contact with his cock.

“Fuck, you’re really going for it, huh?” he grunted, interrupted by a strings of curses. “Sucking me off like the meeting starts in five minutes…fuck!”

You expertly swirled your tongue around his length, the wet sounds mixing with his dirty words, making you fastening your movements.

“Fuck yes, take it…take it, baby.” you looked up at his face, and noticed his eyes were half closed, his pouty mouth open in ecstasy and sweat glowing on his face.

Just hearing the soft, yet desperate sounds coming from his lips made you shiver, feeling a sense of heat pervading the area between your thighs.

You couldn’t possibly have expected him to have such a dirty mouth, his crude words urging you to please him as much as you could. You knew he was doing it so he could have reached his high as fast as possible, but a little part of you hoped that his preasing was sincere.

“Such a good girl,” he moaned, faltering his movements, a sign the he was about to finish.

“My.Good.Girl.” he punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips, making you choke against him while your hand found his balls. All you needed to do was toy with them a little, before he stopped his movements, his thighs shaking in utter pleasure.

You realised it was your moment to show how much you truly wanted to help him, your head bobbing up and down his length as if the sinful action was enough to distress him.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes– suck me off like this, fuck you’re so fucking good yes!”

It ended up being more than enough, because you only needed to move your head even faster, your tongue slightly playing with his frenulum, while your hands pressed against his balls.

“Fuck– yeah, I’m gonna– I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming!” And you heard him hiss in pleasure, his borderline pornographic moans getting louder while he exploded into your warm, welcoming mouth.

You felt him trying to slightly push your head away, some part of him wanting to paint your face white instead, but manly because you just kept going on. Relentlessly licking him clean and swallowing his seed as if he was the most delicious of meals. (Well, he probably was.)

He noticed the tears slowly flowing down your cheeks, knowing for certain that his cock might have left your throat bruised. Not that you didn’t like it, of course. You would have done it again if that meant seeing Jungkook in such a desperate state.

“Okay baby, fuck, fuck– Y/N!” he called your name when he realised you just kept going, his cock now soft in your mouth while you overstimulated him. “Shit, I’m so sensitive…”

You heard him whimper, and your movements finally came to a stop, letting his meaty length leave your mouth. You watched him trying to catch his breath, his chest moving in haste while his head was thrown aback. And you couldn’t help but smile when you noticed a playful smirk on his fucked out face; now more than ever, he looked amazing.

“And you are amazing.” he admitted, and only when he said that you realised you just pronounced your thoughts out loud.

“You’re actually–” you stopped to clean up the sides of your mouth with the palm of your hands – “the first one to tell me that.”

“In this company? Well, I’m glad about that.” he joked sarcastically, and you shook your head with a smirk on your face.

“Yeah, you should feel lucky.” you played along, and he smiled in genuineness while he fixed his pants and shirt.

“I certainly am,” he admitted “might feel a little jealous that someone is going to experience such a mind blowing head from you though.”

You laughed at his words, watching as his eyes glowed in what seemed pure admiration. Or maybe it was still the haze of his previous orgasm.

“Unless…I decide to gatekeep you and have you all by myself.” he whispered, one of his hands reaching up to your hip, making your body slightly press against his.

“Maybe I’ll let you do it,” you wondered “or maybe I should play with you however I want instead.” you added the last part with a whisper, your mouth dangerously close to his ear. If it wasn’t for the sudden closeness, you wouldn’t have realised the piercing hole on his ear, the thought of him wearing it making you crave him even more.

“Fuck…” he licked his lips at your words, his eyes never leaving yours, curiously watching you as you looked down on your watch.

“Didn’t you have a meeting five minutes ago?” you bluntly asked, tilting your head as if you forgot it; of course you didn’t forget the reason why you were in your knees for him just a few minutes before.

“Fuck– What?!” he exclaimed, and the panic on his face made you shamelessly burst into laughter. “Fuckfuckfuck, where is it?”

He left his grip on you, moving around the near-by table, searching for the project he had to present. You heard him exclaim a “Here it is!” before seeing him rushing to the door. His movements, however, stopped suddenly just after his hand found the knob, and turned around to look at you.

“I–” he stopped, and you raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue “Thank you, Y/N. Just…thank you, I really owe you one.”

And although his tone was different, more sincere and kinder than his previous teasing one, you couldn’t help but feel tingles all over your body.

You shrugged him off by giving him a smile and dismissing wave of your hand, and he nodded in appreciation before trying to open the door, struggling to do so.

“You locked it, Jungkook.” you slightly chuckled and he groaned in frustration.

“Fuck, Yoongi hyung is going to kill me…” he mumbled and you rolled your eyes at his dramatics.

You saw him toying with the key, finally opening the door in a quick motion. He checked himself one more time, and when he realised he had everything he needed with him – other than checking if he didn’t look like he just received head – he gave you another thankful look.

“Talk to you soon.” he simply said, and you gave him a motivational smile, trying to making him feel more at ease.

“See you later, Jungkook.” you smiled at him “and if Yoongi gets mad by your delay, just offer him a blowjob.”

You joked, but the black-haired man had no time to react, opting for running towards the Conference Room where he was so longingly awaited.

While you, well…you couldn’t still process what just happened – the only things confirming it were your ruined makeup and the aftertaste of his cum on your mouth. In other situations, you would have felt ashamed, perhaps. But now you were aroused, and every single part of you shivered in anticipation.

You knew accepting this job was a good affair. And now more than ever, you couldn’t wait to see what it would give you further.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ↬ @muffinminnie @yoonallthetime @jnghs @301295rkive @greezenini @anushaackerman @aretha170 @bri-mal @kimtae-123 @aalwaysreading ( for those who aren’t tagged ,, tumblr wouldn’t let me 🥲 )

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never again | jjk

summary | jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who can’t seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?

warnings | 14.8k words, smut, neighbors to friends to lovers to strangers, mild angst, jk is a fuckboy, jk is arrogant, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral (f and m), heavy petting, heavy make out, Jk is insecure and an asshole, mean tae for only a little bit, slow pining, oneshot

runaway — kanye west

save your tears — the weeknd

When you first moved into apartment building eleven, floor number five and unit fourteen, you did not expect to be neighbors to the most annoying little fuck you’ve ever met.

The man behind the door of unit fifteen, floor number five in apartment building eleven, Jeon Jungkook, was nothing short of a cocky asshole. He think he owns the building. He fucks whoever he wants and is as loud as he wants without care about any of the other tenants. He plays music at the crack ass of dawn. He leaves his packages to pile up outside his door. He nails holes into the walls when you’re trying to sleep.

You’ve been putting up with it for six months already since you’ve moved in. You haven’t complained about it [though you know others have] and you’ve tried to be as little of a nuisance as new neighbors can be. But tonight? Tonight you really couldn’t handle it anymore.

It’s been going on for over an hour! And okay yeah that’s a little impressive considering the guys you’ve slept with don’t last more than a few minutes, you were annoyed. You needed to sleep and with the constant bed hitting against the shared wall of your bedroom you simply couldn’t.

So all the stuff you’ve been holding for the last six months finally surfaced as you hurried out of the comfort of your bed angrily and stormed right to the next door neighbor of yours. You didn’t even care if your insistent knocking woke the floor up you just really needed to give this guy a piece of your mind. All you knew was that your knuckle was not letting up on this door knocking for at least a minute straight until the door swung open before you.

The guy you’d seen barely in passing or when mail was delivered to the wrong door stood in front of you now. He wore a bed sheet loosely around his waist, hair laying down over his forehead, muscles taut and bare to your eyes but you refused to look at anything but his face. Unlike you though, he made sure to look at everything before him. From the fluffy pink slippers on your feet to the toned muscle in your calves and thighs. The off season halloween shorts and the fitted shirt that did very little to hide the small tips of your braless assets. To be fair you were trying to sleep and weren’t wearing a bra for that. Feeling his stare trail up to your face you crossed your arms over your chest and hands tucked in your underarms you tilted your head looking up at him, “Do you know what time it is?”

He looked down at his bare wrist for a moment before shrugging, “Not sure, my watch is missing. What time is it?”

“It’s 1:30am,” you said, “And I’m not sure if you know this but some of us have jobs in the morning that requires us to go to sleep. It’s really hard to do that when your bed is banging up against the wall and the person you have in there with you doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up.”

His brow raised in amusement as he looked back toward his open bedroom where he’d abandoned the girl he’d been sleeping with to see who was pounding on his door this late at night. But he’s gotta admit he’s not mad about the sudden eye candy before him for interrupting his groove. He licked his lips as he nodded, “Yeah alright, I’ll tell her to shut up.”

You couldn’t resist the roll of your eyes, “And stop hitting the wall with your bed. I’m sleeping just on the other side of it.”

He smirked a little leaning against the doorframe, “Really? I’ll have to come over some time and see for myself if that’s true.”

“Ew,” you cringed. He was hot, especially now that he was barely covered in a bed sheet and all his tattoos and piercings just added to his good looks, but clearly he was a flirt and that was not your vibe. You began to turn away, “Just please let me sleep. That’s all I ask.”

When you were back in your own apartment you felt even more drained than before. You crashed down on your bed ready to finally be able to sleep when it started again. The pounding against the wall at least. You let out a groan in frustration as you covered your face with your pillow and hit back on the wall. The least he could do is move the bed away even an inch!

You slept with the pillow over your face the rest of the night.

The lack of sleep throughout the night made the next day a living hell for not only you but those around you too. You were the physical embodiment of ‘I’m mad so I’m making it everyone’s problem’. Thankfully, you didn’t have any close coworkers to feel the heat of your exhaustion but all the different companies you negotiated with over the phone definitely did.

Your neighbor kept it up for another half hour before calling it quits and by 6:00am he was playing music way too loudly. Whatever, he wanted to be an asshole and get under your skin. You weren’t going to give in again.

When you got home later that night carrying a large felt board with you pushed through your front door and dumped all of your stuff down on the coffee table. You fished your laptop out and set in front of you before heading back into the kitchen for a drink.

It had to have been about seven now and you have yet to eat anything but a plain sandwich and drank a bottled water. You came back to the living room turning the tv on to find something as background noise so you could finish your work.

You didn’t get much work done when a sudden pounding on your window scared you enough to spill water down the front of your shirt. In clear annoyance and fear you looked over to the small window opening to the fire escape. A figure crouched down under the steps.

Immediately you grabbed one of the fat textile books in front of you and pulled the curtain fully. The small scream you let out might’ve been a little too dramatic but why the fuck was that piece of shit neighbor of yours at your window? How’d he even get over to this side?

You barely put a hand to the window only to be stuck watching him immediately open it wider and try to step inside. You drew the book back before bringing it down hard on his back.

“Ow! Stop!” He yelled as you did it again. Fuck no. You’ve seen movies like this where the creepy neighbor breaks into a single woman’s house and tries to do bad stuff. You were not about to be another statistic.

“Stop! Stop!” He flailed his arms as he stumbled in, “Time out! Let me ta-Ow! Let me talk!”

“No you fucking freak, get out!” You said ready to deliver another smack when he swatted the hardcover out of your hands leaving you weaponless. He looked at you waiting to fight off your next move.

“Look I need your help,” he said peaking out the window again, “That girl from last night is still here and I can’t get rid of her.”

“I really don’t give a fuck,” you told him simply pointing to your window, “You’re a little shit who deserves whatever shit happens to him so go deal with your mess on your own.”

He groaned loudly, “Listen lady, if you help me get rid of her I’ll never be loud again.”

You didn’t say anything. He took your silence as a cue to keep negotiating, “I’ll move my bed. I’ll stop leaving my trash near your door. I won’t play music loud. Come on I seriously need your help. I’ll stop taking your food deliveries when they send it to the wrong door.”

Your jaw dropped, “That was you? Oh you’re a piece of shit, I’m not helping you for you to learn to be a decent neighbor.”

His phone rang making his eyes widen. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, “Please! I’m begging get this crazy chick out. I told her she can head out whenever she’s ready this morning but she never left! I went to work and when I came home she was sitting on my couch eating my fucking cereal in my bathrobe!”

“And what does that have to do with me? Tell her to get out or you’ll call the cops,” you shrugged still not caring.

“I tried! She didn’t budge and said if I called the cops she said she’d show them the bruises of me hurting her,” he told you. You took a step back at that making him shake his head, “Okay yeah I hurt her but it was during sex and she was begging to be marked up. Please neighbor? From the kindness of your heart?”

“I’ll help, but if you don’t keep up your end of the deal what do I do with you?” You asked making him smirk suddenly.

“Anything you want.”

Your unamused expression made him gulp, “I’ll move out. The first complaint you’ve got and I’ll move out.”

“Damn she must really be scaring you,” you laughed as you walked over to your door slipping some shoes on. He nodded, “She is. She’s already talking about kids. I barely met her last night.”

“What do I even say?” You asked with a sigh combing your fingers through your hair. He bit his lip, “Say you’re the landlord and heard commotion. No! Say you’re my girlfriend and just caught me cheating. I don’t know just sell it so I’ll never have to see her again.”

“This is so stupid,” you mumbled to yourself as you drifted into the hall closing the door as quietly as possible. His door was slightly ajar so you let yourself in.

“Jungkook?” You heard the girl call out and immediately felt your anxiety spike. She ran out of the bedroom in a black night robe. She stopped in front of you glaring, “Can I help you?”

“I can ask you the same thing,” you cleared your throat, “What are you doing in my boyfriend’s house?”

“Boyfriend?” She shrank back looking at you in confusion, “Jungkook has a girlfriend…”

“I’m sorry but do I know you? What are you doing here?” You asked carrying on the act as you moved around the apartment that strangely mirrored yours. The girl was fumbling around already as she raced around gathering her own clothes. Taking your improv a step higher you made a loud sniffling sound, “Oh my god. You slept with my boyfriend.”

You covered your face with your hand letting a fake cry out, “How could he do this to me?”

“Look I’m so sorry,” she rushed out as she changed stumbling a little trying to put her shoes on, “I swear I didn’t know he was taken. I’ll leave, I’m so sorry. If it makes you feel any better we only fucked. We didn’t kiss, he didn’t want to.”

You cried harder turning away from her until you heard the sound of her heels clacking against the tile floor in the hall. Waiting a moment to make sure she was gone you pulled yourself together and walked back to your own place. He doesn’t kiss his hook ups or something? That’s weird and strange. Whatever, you opened your door.

He jumped back clearly alarmed when you snatched the folder out of his hand. He’d been snooping so hard he didn’t even hear you come back. He smiled sheepishly flashing his teeth as he scratched the back of his neck, “Is she gone?”

“Yes, so get out,” you said making sure he didn’t do anything with your work folder when he was looking through it. He nodded his head cheering, “Yes! Wow you’re amazing, so scary. Y/n, right?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and put more weight to one hip tilting your head as you looked at him. He ignored the unamused look you gave him, “I’m Jungkook, officially.”

Your brows furrowed but before you question what he meant he was walking toward your window, “I swear I’ll hold up my end of the deal Kay?”

“Jungkook,” you called out to him with a huff. He turned abruptly, leg mid swing already. “The door.” You pointed to it and he looked down at his current circumstance. This window opening barely fit one person but it was the easiest access to his apartment aside from the front door. Why hadn’t he thought about the front door now that the threat is gone?

He managed to convince the chick to wait outside while he showered and then ran to his window and hopped onto the wide fire escape that your window shared with his. He couldn’t use the door then but he was definitely able to use it now. He stumbled back into your place and shuffled over to the front door, “Once again, means a lot. You’re super helpful. We should get some drinks some time, you know? Get closer even.”

“Have a good night Jungkook,” you grumbled as you shut him out. Your stomach seemed to agree as it growled abruptly. Fuck, all this and you still haven’t even had dinner yet.

You were pleasantly surprised at the fact that it’s been a week and your neighbor has kept his promise. He’s not playing his music at the crack of dawn or leaving his trash bags by your door. He’s even moved his bed off the wall a little and though it still squeaks you’ve definitely heard him hush a partner once.

“Is he hot?” Your friend, Leehi, asked with her feet up against the wall as she laid on your bed. You were currently trying on different ‘night out’ outfits for tonight. You thought back to what your neighbor looked like.

There was the shirtless, bed sheet look of his. There was the just off work look. There was the casual look in the elevator.

“Yeah,” you answered pulling a top on. You were currently filling her in on what happened a week ago. She found it hilarious that your annoyingly hot neighbor tried to break into your place and beg for help apparently. You ignored her laughter, “But whatever, at least he’s chilled out on being annoying.”

“That’s cute,” Leehi said pointing to your top. You matched it with some pants and went to put some jewelry on, “Are we still meeting Taehyung there?”

You nodded, “Yeah he said he’ll text us when he’s on the way.”

“More like text you,” Leehi rolled her eyes as she rolled off the bed fixing her outfit and walking over to your mirror making sure she didn’t ruin her look, “He’s got a thing for you, yknow?”

That made you laugh shaking your head in disbelief, “No he doesn’t. We’re just friends.”

“Because you friendzone him.”

You didn’t say anything as your phone dinged, a private message from your friend Taehyung saying he was leaving his place now.

Leehi and Taehyung were your closest friends and they have been since your first year in college. You and Taehyung got close from the beginning and your friendship was just natural. There was no awkwardness, no second guessing, nothing. It was effortless and he was one of the only guys who made you feel comfortable.

You’ve never really seen him as anything more than a friend since he had a girlfriend three out of the four almost five years you’ve been friends. He got a girlfriend a few months after you became friends and she was wonderful. She fit right in with all of you and was nice. They had a long term relationship only five months ago when they broke it off.

Taehyung’s joined you and Leehi now more consistently and though he’s very open to you that does not mean he’s into you. Leehi is probably just confusing his newly single behavior for having a thing for you when that’s not it.

Now that he is single you and Leehi get dragged out to clubs and hang out with him. Sometimes you’re lucky finding someone to take you home, sometimes you and Taehyung cuddle on your couch after a night of drinking. Nothing serious.

All the complaining you do mentally about your neighbor’s obnoxious rendezvousing keeps you from bringing your own partner for the night. It didn’t mean you didn’t have fun you were just more careful about it. It’s been about a month since the last time you slept with someone and it was an awful Tinder date who surprisingly was not shit in bed.

And since Taehyung’s never made any verbal signs of being into you, you don’t pay attention to Leehi when she tells you he is.

You two got to the night club a little later than him. When you met up with him inside he was already a couple shots in. He threw his arm around your shoulders, “You’re here! Finally I’ve been waiting up.”

“How much have you drank already?” You laughed as he led you over to the bar. He ordered the shots for you and Leehi as he tapped anxiously against the counter. You took the shots and ordered another round for the fuck of it. It didn’t take long for you to at least get a little tipsy.

You stuck to Leehi mostly until she was whisked away by some hot guy and left you alone with Taehyung. He swept over to you with a gentle smile, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You look really good tonight,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “Seriously.”

You smiled teasingly, “Don’t I always?” He chuckled nodding his head, “Yeah. You do.”

You hadn’t expected a 20 to 100 situation to hit quickly but it wasn’t until you felt the weight of his lips on yours that you jumped back. He seemed a little drunk and by this sudden show of affection you were left very confused. Weren’t you just talking? Why did he try and kiss you?

He groaned, “Come on Y/n. Can’t you see how much I’m into you?” His words sounded a little slurred as he reached out to hold your waist, “Won’t you give me a chance? I can make you feel good.”

That had you laughing uncomfortably, “Tae I think you’re drunk.”

“Don’t be a bitch about it,” he said coldly. Your brows furrowed at the change in behavior. Under the flashing blue light you could barely make out his features. You noticed the redness in his cheeks from the alcohol that matched the tint of red in the whites of his eyes. He was acting different. Was it because of the alcohol?

“We can talk when you’re sober,” you cleared your throat looking around for Leehi. He scoffed, “I’m t—telling you ho…how I feel and you’re brushing me off?”

His words were muffled, “You think I’m jush…just waiting around for you? It’s been years Y/n, can’t you see it?”

“What are you talking about?” You asked, “You had a girlfriend.”

“Yeah and she dumped me!” He said cutting through the crowd toward the bar to order another drink, “Wanna know why? Because she thought I was in love with you. I mean I am but crazy, right?”

It didn’t make any sense. Taehyung started dating her after you became friends with him. They dated for three years so what was going on? He had said it was a mutual break up because they drifted apart. She was always so nice to you too. You didn’t say anything letting the loud music consume the both of you and it only seemed to annoy him more, “I’m admitting to loving you and you’ve got nothing to say?”

“Taehyung I—“ you bit back your tongue. How were you supposed to respond? He’s clearly drunk and you doubt he even realizes what he’s saying. He’s been a little harsh and he’s not usually like that.

“What? Huh? Whatever,” he scoffed, “You’re just a stuck up bitch who thinks she’s too good for anyone.”

Your jaw dropped. No he didn’t just say that. You took a step back, now you really didn’t care if he was drunk. How is he supposed to be confessing to you and insults you when you don’t respond the way he wants you to? You turned without saying another word as you looked for Leehi. She was leaving with some guy but you pulled her back, “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, you’ve got my location right?” She asked as the guy waited patiently by her side, “I’ll send you address and call you when I leave.”

With a sigh you nodded your head following after to make sure she was safe. You quickly read over the cab’s plate number and went to your app to track her. Once you assured yourself of her safety you worked on yours. What would be the safest way home this late at night?

Jungkook has had the most boring Saturday he’s had in a while. He didn’t even go out tonight. He didn’t text some booty call, nada. He just spent the night at home because he wanted to. He hadn’t been in the mood to do anything other than watch movies on his couch so that’s what he did. The only time he got up from his spot was to use the bathroom and get food. That’s it.

It’s now been the third movie he’s watched tonight and he just knows he needs some fresh air. He walked over to his window propping it open and sticking his head out. A little smirk appeared on his face at the sight before him.

“Howdy neighbor,” he said teasingly as he made his way through the window opening onto the fire escape. He had to pass the metal staircase to get to you and he sat down in front of you. You barely glanced at him, “Hello?”

“Needed some fresh air,” he said as if you’d asked him and made himself comfortable with his back against the railing. You still wore your going out clothes and he checked you out real quick, “Did you go out tonight?”

“For a little yeah,” you shrugged with a sigh. You leaned against the brick wall of your building turning to him. Damn, if he was gonna be out here might as well try at a conversation. He nodded pulling his knees to his chest, “What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” Your brows furrowed in confusion. He pointed at the smudged mascara under your eye, “Looks like you’ve been crying.”

You rubbed at your eyes checking your reflection against your phone screen, “Nothing just got into an argument with someone.”

“Ah,” he nodded looking up at the moon, “Boyfriend?”

That made you scoff remembering what Taehyung told you, “He wishes but he ruined his chances tonight.” It was quiet between you two and Jungkook had time to drift off into his own mind before his eyes widened, “My ramen!”

He crawled back to his window and disappeared leaving you out alone. You didn’t move from your spot assuming he’d just gone back inside but it was only a couple minutes alone before he was pushing two bowls out the window and onto the fire escape before climbing out. He carried a bowl to you, “Hungry?”

“Not reall—“ “I think you are,” he pushed it to you urging you to eat. Not wanting to be rude you thanked him and took the bowl, “So what about you?”

“What about me?” He asked slurping up some noodles. He looked at you expectantly waiting for you to continue. “No party tonight or something?”

“Nah, everyone’s lame and that girl from the other night scared the hell out of me,” he said honestly, “I’ve been trying to cool it.”

When he brought up what happened a memory resurfaced making you laugh a little. His brow quirked in curiosity, “What?”

“Nothing,” you played with some noodles, “Okay, when I tried getting her to leave she got super apologetic. But then she said that if it made me feel any better you two only hooked up but that you didn’t kiss her.”

“Yeah no I didn’t kiss her,” Jungkook shrugged like it was nothing, “I don’t just kiss anyone.”

“But you’ll sleep with anyone?” You asked how. He shot you a wary look before answering, “In my head, kissing is pretty intimate. I know it doesn’t make sense but when I bring a girl home I’m not looking to fall for them. I’m just looking to get laid and you gotta be clear about it. By saying I won’t kiss them or some shit is already drawing a line don’t you think?”

“No, I think I’m the opposite,” you laughed a little, “I’ll kiss someone for the fuck of it but I won’t just sleep with anyone.”

“So wait, when’s the last time you kissed someone on the lips then?” You asked suddenly, confusion mixed with curiosity written all over your face. He thought back on it.

Let’s see. He broke up with his long term girlfriend about a year ago and she’s gotta be the last person he kissed, right? He doesn’t kiss his hook ups on the lips. Maybe some neck kisses or down south kisses but eh nothing else. He shrugged, “Uh about a year ago? The last person has to have been my ex.”

You didn’t say anything for a minute giving Jungkook time to decide if he wanted to keep talking. He didn’t really know you but you were here right now and for some reason sitting under the moonlight with a stranger at midnight made it a little too easy to open up to someone. So he did.

“ We didn’t even date that long but it really made me think about who I was as a person and I realized relationships aren’t for me,” he told you as he set his bowl of ramen down that was now empty, “I can’t take the intimacy for too long not even during sex so I just decided to ditch that whole side of me.”

“But why?“ you asked a little curious on what he meant by that, “I mean you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“Oh uh,” he scratched the back of his head, “I don’t know actually. It’s like I could have the perfect partner, someone I genuinely care about but the thought of loving them is scary. Don’t you think? Like giving yourself to them, losing your independence. I always find a way to fuck it up because the thought of being vulnerable to someone is unbearable.”

“Okay yeah I get that,” you agreed feeling your phone buzz by your thigh. Your eyes rolled as Taehyung’s name lit up your screen drawing Jungkook’s attention to it but you rejected the call in order to talk, “This is going to sound random but I’m really happy I got to know you better Jungkook. Seriously, you’re different than what I thought.”

He smiled at that. For some reason that made his heart stop for a second. But then he heart the buzzing again. Your phone rang once more making Jungkook bring it up, “You need to get that?”

“No,” you said. You didn’t want to hear what Taehyung said right now. If he wanted to talk it could be another day when he’s not being a douche. Jungkook’s brows furrowed and you let out a sigh, “He’s a friend of mine but tonight he was like a totally different person. I’ve known him for four years and I’d never seen him act like that.”

“Like how? Come on you gotta tell me. I just opened up to you,” he pointed out before waving his arm around the space of the fire escape, “This is a safe space.”

You laughed a little and nodded, “Okay well basically he told me he’s into me but then he said he loves me. But get this, he was super drunk and kissed me. It wasn’t a big deal but then when I told him we can talk about it when he’s sober he flipped out on me. He called me a stuck up bitch and was just mad. Like he just got out of a three year relationship and he expects me to believe him?”

“Do you feel something for him?” Jungkook asked. Surprisingly, he liked talking to you. If he hadn’t annoyed you so much all this time you might’ve done this sooner. At first he just thought you were hot, wouldn’t mind hooking up but now he’s not sure. He always fucks it up with the people he’s intimate with and maybe he’d rather talk to you than make you hate him.

“I don’t know, I mean I don’t but I also never really thought about him like that,” you told him honestly. It quieted down between you.

He checked the time and released a sigh, “It’s late.”

“Yeah.”

“This was a nice talk, we should do it again sometime,” he cleared his throat grabbing his bowls, “If you ever need someone to talk to I mean. Sometimes it’s nice to talk to someone different.”

“Yeah, and Jungkook?” He turned to look at you one last time, “I’m happy I got to know you better.”

You’ve never considered yourself a nosy neighbor. Okay sure, you’ve definitely been the type to eavesdrop but not to this extent. Not with your head practically out the window listening in on the conversation next door with Leehi as Taehyung distracted himself with his phone.

Yes, you and Taehyung have made up. He sent you this super long paragraph the day after your weird incident at the club. He apologized and said he came off too strongly and that if it was okay he’d like to start over. You asked him about what he meant by what he said and if it was true. He told you he was into but might’ve exaggerated a little and that if there was a possibility for you two to get closer he’d take it in baby steps.

“You guys are gonna get caught,” he said clearly disinterested in what had you and Leehi snooping. To be fair Leehi was snooping first and made you curious enough to do the same. It didn’t help that Jungkook’s window was open leaving you to hear the argument happening just next door.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me. I thought you liked me!” Some girl’s voice shouted. Leehi turned quickly, “Tae make us some popcorn it’s getting good!”

He nodded his head hopping off the couch and making his way to the kitchen as the two of you listened in on the argument. Next was Jungkook’s voice, “I told you from the beginning I’m not looking for anything serious. It’s not my fault you played yourself.”

“God you’re such a dick!” She cried, “So what? You just use me for sex and then throw me away?”

“Pretty much.”

You and Leehi looked at each other in surprise before you heard the door to Jungkook’s apartment slam shut. Suddenly, his head peaked out the window making you and her duck into your apartment at lightning speed. It doesn’t matter though, he caught you.

Taehyung handed the bowl of popcorn to you as he ate a handful of it. Not even a minute later Jungkook was letting himself into your apartment through the fire escape. “Caught you eavesdropping,” Jungkook said as he looked around your apartment eyes spotting the two strangers. He was halfway inside when he stopped, “Is this a bad time?”

“Of course not! Hi I’m Leehi,” your friend jumped to introduce herself, “And sorry, I’m nosy and you’re loud.”

“Taehyung,” Taehyung told him nodding his head at him. Jungkook looked to you before shifting back to Taehyung, “Taehyung? Er, I’m Jungkook.”

Taehyung as in the guy you’d been telling him about a few days ago? You took a few pieces of popcorn and popped them in your mouth, “Another broken heart?“

“Nah,” Jungkook shrugged it off as he looked around your apartment poking a plant or running his fingers over picture frames, “She’ll get over it.”

“Also next time use the door,” you told him not caring that much that he just invited himself over. Your interactions with each other have significantly increased and you didn’t mind it. He shook his head, “Where’s the fun in that?”

“I thought you hated your neighbor,” Taehyung piped in as he slumped back on your couch again, “Didn’t you say he was annoying and an asshole?”

“And she’s right,” Jungkook said not taking offense to it even if that’s what Taehyung wanted, “But we’re practically besties now. Right?”

“Oh! Since you’re here let’s get drunk!” Leehi said as she checked the time. It was a little after eight but none of you had to work early the next day anyway.

“I like that idea Leah.” “It’s Leehi.”

“Right,” Jungkook nodded sitting a couple feet away from Taehyung. She ran into your kitchen looking for your liquor cabinet and bringing out a couple bottles of Soju. She grabbed glasses and water too as she brought it over to where you all were. You took a pillow off the couch and sat on the floor with Leehi plopping down next to you.

“I wanna play the whisper game,” she said looking at all of you, “Is that okay?”

“Run me the rules again,” Jungkook cleared his throat as his foot touched your leg playfully under the coffee table. You looked up, “You whisper a question to someone about someone else playing and you can answer with a name or a yes or no answer. If you weren’t one of the two involved you can take a drink and find out what the question was.”

“I’ll start,” Taehyung cleared his throat leaning forward, “Y/n come here.” You sat up on your knees leaning over the table as he brought a hand to his face to whisper to you. Quietly he asked, “Did I completely ruin my chances with you?”

You had to think about it for a second just cause it took you by surprise. You looked back at him ignoring the other two who watched with curiosity. Biting your lip in thought you answered, “No.”

That made him smile as he leaned back. Leehi didn’t hesitate to take a shot, “Tell me I wanna know.” You leaned back to her and whispered it in her ear. She rolled her eyes looking at Taehyung before turning to Jungkook, “Do you wanna know it too?”

“No,” he shook his head. He kind of had an idea of what it was from your reactions but he didn’t care enough to ask. Leehi clapped, “My turn. Jungkook!”

Once again another question was asked. Jungkook listened patiently as she asked him and you could see his gaze shift to you. Leehi whispered in his ear, “If you had the chance to hook up with Y/n would you take it?”

He leaned back in thought as he looked at you not hiding the fact that the question was about you. You fidgeted a little hearing his answer, “No.”

It’s not that he didn’t think you were attractive. Truthfully he thought you were really hot but he didn’t want to sleep with you. If he slept with you he’d find some reason to push you away and he really enjoys your company even if it’s just friendly.

Taehyung took the shot, “Tell me.” Jungkook leaned over and whispered it to him. Taehyung’s widened in surprise before quickly changing to express confusion and distaste even. Leehi looked at you, “Do you wanna know?”

“Yeah fuck it,” you said letting her whisper it to you. You weren’t surprised at all by the question and though his answer did make you feel weird you weren’t bothered by it. Even if he did make a move on you, you probably wouldn’t take it.

“Only because I think we’ve become somewhat of friends and I value friendship over anything else,” Jungkook cleared his throat as he looked at you to explain why he said no, “Plus I’m definitely not her type.”

“You’ve got that right,” Taehyung snickered making you shoot him a look. Jungkook just smiled, “I mean… are either of us her type?”

Oof. A jab.

“You know when I gave you my number it wasn’t for you to be blowing up my phone all the time,” you told Jungkook as you two got into the elevator together. He shrugged, “So?”

You rolled your eyes, “Where are we going anyway?”

“To my friend’s place. He’s throwing a party and I wanted you to come,” he says simply, “You remind me a lot of one of my friends and I think you two would get along.”

“Right,” you leaned against the back wall, “How do you have all this free time?”

“I work when I want to,” Jungkook shrugged, “Freelancer things yknow the drill.”

Jungkook was currently bringing you along with him to his friend, Hoseok’s place. All his friends would be there plus some others too and he knows for a fact some girls he’s hooked up with before will be there. Hence why he wanted to bring you to fend them all off. He opened the door to his car for you and drove off.

“I hate meeting new people,” you groaned staring out the window, “Can’t you tell by the fact I only have two friends?”

“First of all you have three, second, I don’t care it’ll be fun,” Jungkook said, “And if we’re lucky we’ll steal someone’s bottle and have our own little party back at the apartment.”

“You mean fire escape?” You asked teasingly and he laughed a little nodding his head. That stupid fire escape has become a staple in your growing friendship.

When you arrived to the building the little party would be at you kept to yourself. Jungkook let you both in and pushed you inside, “Get a move on. I promise I won’t leave your side.”

“Oh God I’m gonna be sick. I don’t know anyone here,” you groaned already debating if you should get an Uber home. Jungkook turned to you abruptly, “You know me. Come on I see my friend.”

You let him introduce you to some guys. Hoseok was the host, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jin were some of his other friends. Jin threw an arm around your shoulders, “Let’s get you a drink. I promise we don’t bite.”

You had no chance to react before you were being pulled away. Jungkook stuck an arm out to Jin, “Where are you taking Y/n?”

“To get a drink don’t worry we’ll be right back,” Jin sent him a wink and you just went along with it. The apartment wasn’t too big and you could see him from the kitchen anyway.

“Is that your girl for the night?” Hoseok asked checking you out as you left with Jin. They all caught Jungkook watching you a little too closely now. He shook his head, “She’s just a friend.”

“What?” Yoongi chuckled, “Since when are you ‘just friends’ with the girls you screw?”

He rolled his eyes, “We’re not sleeping together. We’re just friends. Y/n’s my neighbor.” Yoongi’s eyes lit up, “I knew she looked familiar. Yeah she’s hot.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything letting a smile appear on his face as you came back holding two drinks. You handed one to him and he thanked you. Once you’d gotten yourself used to being around these strangers you drifted off on your own. Jungkook still stuck close by like he promised but he let you go off and talk to other people.

The only time you came back to him to actually talk is when you asked him where the bathroom was. He led you to the one in Hoseok’s room that would be less occupied and waited for you on his bed.

You finished your business and washed your hands. When you came back out he stood in front of you, “How are you doing?”

“Good,” you told him honestly, “It’s not so bad.”

“You see, and I told you I wasn’t leaving you,” he chuckled, “But I’m not gonna lie I’m ready to leave.”

“What?” You asked furrowing your brows in confusion, “Why? Aren’t these your friends?”

“Yeah but my social battery has ran out and I’m just ready to go. But if you wanna stay we can,” he told you leaning against the doorframe now as he propped it open. You checked the time, it was a little after 11:00pm now so it was a pretty okay time to be heading out. You shook your head, “Let’s go. Maybe we can still steal a bottle or would your friend get mad?”

He smirked, “Nah this is a BYOB so none of it is his anyways. Come on let’s go see what they got.”

The two of you joined everyone else again and Jungkook began making his rounds of goodbyes to his friends. “Leaving already?” Namjoon asked looking between you too. He nodded his head giving him a bro hug, “Yeah I’m tired.”

“Oh? Is that it?” Hoseok smirked looking at you, “You too? Just tired?”

You weren’t sure if it was an actual question or if he was being a little sarcastic so instead you just shrugged. Namjoon smiled, “It was great talking to you Y/n. Hopefully we’ll see you again and then we can finish our conversation about movies.”

Jungkook turned you away by putting his hand on your back, “Yeah yeah, we’re heading out then.” The two of you passed by the countertop of liquor. You scanned over the various bottles acting like you were gonna serve yourselves some when someone passed. Finding one fully shut you nudged Jungkook pointing at it. He nodded and when no one was looking you snagged it from the counter and shoved it under his hoodie.

The two of you tried to hold in your laughter as he adjusted it on his side to block it with his arm. You pushed him out the door and once you were out you broke out in laughter.

“We got the good stuff,” he chuckled taking the bottle out from under his hoodie. You nodded, “And it was $Free.99. So are we drinking when we get back or what?”

“Can we save it for another night instead?” Jungkook asked, “I don’t know why but I just feel off today.”

“Ugh lame, fine,” you rolled your eyes as you followed him into his car. The drive to the apartment was short and the two of you walked together to your floor and when you reached your doors you glanced at each other laughing a little before going inside.

You shed yourself of your shoes throwing your wallet down on the entrance table too. You gathered your hair up to get to your necklace and turned to leave to your room. You screamed in fear as a knock came from your window. With a sigh you walked over letting your hair fall back down and unlocked the window clasp.

Jungkook smiled pulling it open holding the bottle you’d just stolen. He brushed his dark locks out of his face as he squatted by your window, “I change my mind come on let’s drink.”

You crossed your arms over your chest in thought, “You already said no.”

“Y/n,” he lifted a brow, “Don’t make me go get you. Come out.”

“Fine but let me get a blanket or something.”

When you came out huddled in a thick blanket you looked at everything outside. Jungkook must’ve left while you were still inside because there was a blanket set out on the metal flooring and a few pillows here and there. His laptop was set out there too.

“Took you long enough,” he chuckled as he set two glasses down for you. You shrugged, “Had to find the right blanket. But anyways, why the sudden change? I thought you were tired.”

“I was but then when we got back I wasn’t anymore,” Jungkook told you opening the bottle, “So I figured just because we left the party it didn’t mean we had to stop hanging out.”

“I guess,” you said as he took a sip from the soda and alcohol before trying to pass it to you. You let out a dramatic gasp, “Oh my god no, I can’t. Your lips were on it.”

“So?” He asked pushing it more toward you smirking. “Just try it.”

“Jungkook that’s an indirect kiss,” you told him as if it were obvious, “Wouldn’t that be too intimate for you?”

When he finally caught on to you making fun of him he flicked your forehead, “Haha funny, just take it.”

You nodded taking the glass and trying it out, “Mm.”

“So how are things with you and Taehyung?” Jungkook cleared his throat as he leaned back against the space of brick wall between your windows.

“What do you mean?” You asked as he watched you tuck some loose hair behind your ears. Jungkook didn’t really drink tonight since he was driving not only himself but you as well back. So he couldn’t possibly be drunk or even tipsy considering he’s barely serving himself a full drink.

Even if he wasn’t drunk he strangely felt a similar buzz as being so. He feels almost light headed but in a good way. Like he’s in a good mood but he didn’t feel this way at the party. When he left with you he started feeling that way again but when he was alone in his apartment the feeling drifted. Yet here he is next to you again and he feels his heart race a little.

“Like, is he still trying to get with you? Are you still thinking about it?” He tried to elaborate without seeming too interested even if he’s been dying to ask for a few days now. He doesn’t even know why he’s so interested.

“No, we’re just friends. I think he realized that he really was just drunk that night and talking out of his ass because he’s definitely taken it back,” you told him as music played on the laptop quietly. You stared at each other, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of that being true. Thought he’s not sure if it should matter to him if it is or isn’t.

“What?” You asked laughing a little in discomfort. Why was he staring at you?

“Nothing,” he shook his head. He looked away shaking the thought away, “Just curious.”

“What about you? Any crazy girls knocking on your door lately?” You asked teasingly. He smiled, “Not lately no, only some crazy chick who knocks on my window now and then.”

You rolled your eyes hitting his arm, “You’re the one always knocking on mine.”

“Maybe I am,” he shrugged, “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Stop answering,” you told him simply. He licked his lips absentmindedly, “Ugh you’re too good for me.”

That made you laugh, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you. You’re too good for me,” he confessed, “And I’ve been trying to deal with just being friends because of that reason but you make it really hard.”

You didn’t say anything furrowing your brows, “What?”

“I’m just feeling like… like…” he went on looking away from you up at the stars. You nudged him, “Like what?”

“Like I wanna kiss you,” he turned back to you, “But I can’t.”

“You’re not making any sense,” you tried to brush off what he just said. He’s probably drunk or at least just not thinking straight. What does he mean you’re too good for him? What does he mean he wants to kiss you?

That’s not like Jungkook at all. One, he didn’t sound like himself for saying he wants to kiss you. Second, why did he basically say he’s into you at least in some way?

“You trust me?” He asked glancing back at you. It took you a second to respond but you nodded your head slowly. Without wasting another second your jaw warmed with his touch. He was pulling your face toward his and your lips touched.

He breathed out through his nose humming at the feel of your soft flesh. His head tilted toward the wall making you lean forward more to angle yourself the other way. His hand found it’s way into your hair keeping you in place as he pulled away to catch his breath.

You looked at each other through glossed over lustful gazes. A lazy smile appeared on his face pushing his lip piercing out. Then, without further warning, he smashed his lips against yours again. He dipped his head lower to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping against your lips. You leaned forward, back arching a little as you planted the palm of your hand flat on his thigh feeling the muscle underneath. He forgot how good it feels to kiss someone. The soft touches and the warmth. Oh fuck the warmth.

He could melt in it. He doesn’t think that kissing any of the other girls he’d hooked up with would’ve made him feel this way. He’s almost happy he didn’t do it because it made kissing you feel all the more better.

It took him a while to get what he was feeling but once he did it hit him like a fire truck. He realized that he had genuine feelings for you and though that scared him he doesn’t want to think about it right now. All he wants to think about is how good your lips feel on his. So good in fact that he was leaning up to press into you more. You knocked back on your hands trying to meet the greediness of his tongue by yours.

“Wait wait,” he pushed himself back abruptly, “Fuck I’m sorry. I just—You’re just, well you know. I know I joke around all the time and I’ve been pretty shitty but you’ve just really…. I don’t know man I think I’m falling for you. Like actually, no jokes no… lying. Genuinely falling for you.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment making him keep going, “Trust me I know it’s hard to believe because I’m such a piece of shit when it comes to girls but I’m serious. I’ve gotten to know you as a friend and I’ve tried to keep seeing it that way but like I can’t stop thinking about you now.”

“Jungkook, I,” you took a deep breath, “I don’t know what to say. What do you want me to say?”

To be honest, you’ve been feeling weird with Jungkook lately. Mostly because it’s crazy how your view on him has completely changed since getting to know him. He was oddly sweet and enjoyable to hang out with. Your view on him as this annoyingly cocky neighbor of yours who hooked up with girls and led them on was different.

He was considerate of you and he was attractive. Oh so fucking attractive that you could understand why he had a string of girls wanting to get close to him any way they could. So maybe hearing him say all this was getting to your head because for some reason you leaned back into him for another kiss.

You could barely see each other in the darkness under the stars. The fire escape and it’s railings provided you two with extra coverage so you didn’t question making out outside. You didn’t question when he pushed you to the floor gently under the soft blanket he’d only intended to use to keep you two from sitting directly on the cold metal floor. The blanket you’d had over your lap was being pulled out from between your pressing bodies and he put it over you both.

The kiss was getting messy now, a little too wet, too needy. He wasn’t giving you a chance to breathe and you felt light headed. You pushed at his chest gently and it took him a while to actually pull back. He held himself up by his hand flat on the blanket underneath you and the other was in your hair keeping you against him.

You looked at each other trying to catch your breaths and then in one swift movement he was dipping his head back down to kiss you again pressing his body closer to yours. His hands grazed over the fabric of your shirt letting his fingertips run against your skin. His lips stayed in yours kissing you heavily as his fingers tugged at the pants you were wearing. You matched his efforts yanking his shirt up watching him sit up to yank it off and pressing his lips to yours again. You lifted your hips enough for him to pull them down. He pushed your shirt up finally pulling away enough to kiss along your neck.

His hair tickled your nose when he traveled down to your collar home skipping over your shit and kissing between the valley of your breasts. They were covered by a bra but that didn’t stop him from pushing his face between them.

“You smell so fucking good,” he sighed bucking his hips up against your covered heat trying to relieve some of the tension building in his muscles.

He groaned at one certain grind of your hips and let his hand sneak under your underwear toward your core between your bodies. His middle finger dipped between your folds stimulating your clit in the process as he gathered your wetness. He pulled his hand back out bringing the hand that was just inside your folds toward your lips. You opened your mouth waiting to taste yourself on his fingertips but he took you by surprise when he traced your lips with the slick.

He cupped your chin in his free hand as his tongue stuck out licking your arousal off your lips in a messy kiss. Your back arched off the floor as he put his hand in your underwear again. You didn’t pull away from the kiss even as his other hand drifted to your breasts that jutted out in your position. He snuck his hand under your bra and cupped what he could of your right tit. He bunched your shirt up again and took it off you using the arch of your back to sneak his hands under to unclasp your bra.

“Jungk—“ you released a content sigh as he began to rub one of your buds. His middle finger dipped into your entrance feeling the warm constriction of your walls making him bite his lip.

“More,” You licked your lips as your mouth drew open in a light moan when he pinched a nipple between his index finger and thumb. He made sure to keep your legs spread wide around him as he rubbed against your left labia touching the pleasure spot you had there. Every touch of his finger on your core created an almost ticklish but pleasurable sensation to course through your heat.

He hissed when your nails scratched along his chest, leaning forward just enough to grind against his member a little more. He nodded his head in a late response to what you’d asked just moments before, “Yes, fuck, more.”

You could practically feel how worked up he was through his pants. He nuzzled his face against your shoulder, a hand on your tits and the other down your underwear. A second finger joined the first in stroking the walls of your cunt while his palm rutted against your clit. His hips thrusted into his the back of his hand as it worked in your pussy. Your hand was running down his chest feeling the muscle of his v-line and toned stomach. You unbuttoned his jeans pulling the zipper down with one hand and slipped it into his briefs.

He groaned in surprise. “Oh fuck” He said between baited breaths thrusting into your hand as you stroked him. He released a silenced groan when you bit into your bottom lip humping his hand while jerking him off in his jeans. You shook your head making him whine. Without thinking you lifted your hips enough to swipe your underwear down.

“Feels so fucking good,” he praised stopping his hand movement to relish in the feel of your hand spreading his precum around his thick member. His jeans felt too tight and he was stumbling to pull them down with one hand. He kicked them down to his knees trying to shake them off as he leaned forward to kiss you again. He licked his lips pulling away, “Ready?”

He reached into his folded down jeans pulling out his wallet and flipping through it to find a condom. He always kept himself stocked. When you have your sign nodding your head he gripped your hip softly and withdrew his hand from your cunt as it tore into the condom and rolled it onto himself when your hand moved back. He aligned his cock with your entrance swiping your hair to one shoulder. You turned your head to face him and your mouths came together in a string of moans as he sank into your heat. He gave you a moment to adjust to the stretch. Fuck, how could you feel so good

You brought your hand to the back of his head forcing him closer until your lips met in a greedy kiss. His hands were on your waist and like you weighed nothing, he lifted off your tight heat before sinking back down. He bucked upward every time he reached the base of his cock in your pussy and repeated the motion over and over again. He pushed his face into the warmth of your neck moaning softly in your ear.

“Ride me,” he grunted sneaking his hand under your back and rolled you on top of him. He hit the metal floor hard but he didn’t care as his hands found your waist again beginning to buck up into you. In one particular harsh thrust you almost fell forward, hands flat on his chest and his hand traveled down your thigh between your legs. He was rougher now, sweat collecting at the ends of his hair. He looked down watching the way his own veins that traveled down toward his cock protruded with each thrust. He held your hips up to keep you from falling over and the knot in his stomach tightened seeing the curve of your back arch.

All it took was for you to begin bouncing back onto him for him to let out a loud groan uncaring about the thin walls of your apartment complex. He hadn’t known that the grip on your hips tightened when he angled you toward his cock to reach even deeper.

“Fuck,” he muttered staring down at the way his cock disappeared in your folds only to come back out and push more slick and precum inside, “I’m gonna cum.” His thumb brushed over your clit collecting some of the wetness and without thinking he rubbed it into your nipple. Pushing himself off the floor he brought his lips to the bud licking the slick off flicking his tongue. Your hands were on his hair as he sucked harder guiding your hips over him

“Gonna cum,” you pushed your hips down urging him to do something. Feeling your walls attempt to constrict around his cock he sped up, “That’s it, so close.”

“Jung—fuck, I’m gon—“ you cut yourself off with a groan as he dipped his head lower to suck on your nipple again. Immediately, your body reacted thrashing for a short moment as you released around him. He grunted into your skin feeling your walls tighten and it felt so good. It took his a second before he was releasing into the condom.

You stayed like that out of breath trying come down as he hugged you. Neither one of you said anything as the cold night air began to cause shivers down your body now that the heat of arousal was gone. You covered your chest looking around for your shirt and sliding it on. Jungkook was quiet as he sat back fully looking for his own things. You looked at each other for a moment.

“It’s late,” you mumbled wrapping your blanket around your legs, “And cold.”

“Yeah,” his voice was hoarse as he looked at the space between you two. He can’t believe you two just fucked and it was probably the best he’s had in a long time. He cleared his throat, “We should uh, um, let’s talk tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

You didn’t message him the next morning but he didn’t reach out to you either. In all honesty he was a little weirded out. Not by you but by what he currently felt.

He’s not used to feeling this way for someone and it was kind of scaring him. He didn’t even feel like this with his last girlfriend. That’s probably why it ended with an entire milkshake dumped on his head after he told her he didn’t love her.

But what was this feeling he had for you?

You waited around for hours to see if he’d talk to you first but he didn’t. Considering everything he said last night leading up to sex you were confused. It’s what brought you knocking on his window and following him toward his bedroom.

“Can we talk about last night?” You asked. You just wanted to clear the air. If he actually meant it or if he was just trying to get in your pants.

“What’s there to talk about?” He asked pacing his bedroom before leaning against the wall, “What happened last night?”

You stared at him trying to see if he was pulling a prank on you. He nodded, “Oh! You mean that? Yeah sorry, I was drunk, wasn’t thinking straight. It won’t happen again.”

He hadn’t been drunk but it’s best to play it like he was. You sighed, “You kissed me.”

He visibly flinched at the reminder. He kissed you. He kissed you a lot actually and each time was better than the one before. His lips still felt numb from making out and he could still taste you on his tongue. Still, he shrugged, “Yeah like I said, I was drunk.”

“Okay,” you looked into his eyes trying to see if you can spot what he actually felt, “So just forget about it?”

He huffed, “Yes. Get over it. It was just sex. I said all that because I wanted to have sex with you, no other reason to it. So if there’s nothing else to talk about you can leave.”

He’s not sure what he expected but it definitely wasn’t the look on your face. The disappointment. There wasn’t an ounce of anger, it was just disappointment. It almost made him cry strangely enough. Why couldn’t he stop himself from being mean? He avoided your stare looking to the floor instead. He wants to tell you to trust him. That this is for the best because he’s not a good person deep down even if he acts nice to you.

It took you a while to react but when you did you just shifted your gaze to the floor. You sniffled a little fighting back a flood of emotions. The silence was eating at him but he held his ground. He kept the facade of being strong up and distanced himself from you mentally. Here it was, his final blow.

“You knew what you were getting yourself into with me,” he shrugged looking away from you too trying to come across like he didn’t care. He didn’t. He swears it. Last night was just a glitch in his system. He let his emotions get the best of him and actually told you about how much he liked you. That can’t happen.

“Yeah, I did,” you agreed with him. He leaned against the doorframe watching you gather your things. He was getting impatient almost, the sooner you’re gone the sooner he’ll be able to breathe. But at the same time he wants to take it all back. He wants to tell you that even if he’s not good at relationships he still wants to try with you.

Right now he was being suffocated by your essence and he needed you gone, for his well being and so these hopeful wishes will disappear. Truly. You brushed past him out the door of his bedroom. He watched you put your shoes on.

“And I know I said I was happy I got to know you,” you spoke as you straightened up, hand on the doorknob, “You can just forget I said that.”

“Forgotten,” he said in the most monotonous tone you’d ever heard. With a scoff in disbelief you swung the door open letting yourself out and slammed it shut. Not even two seconds later another door slams just feet away.

And that folks is why you shouldn’t screw your neighbor.

At once the breath he’d been holding in came out in jagged pants. He ran his hand over his face looking at himself through the entrance mirror. Jungkook didn’t like this. He took a step toward the door, he needs to apologize. He didn’t have to act like that but in his mind it’s for the best. He would never be able to be the guy for you even if he wanted to be.

He turned abruptly pacing back to his bedroom slamming his own door shut. He’s positive you’ll both get complaints tonight. Once in the comfort of his room without any other body occupying space he let it out. His hands tightened in fists as he covered his face letting anger seep into his expression. He was reckless, too reckless with you.

That’s why he slipped up. That’s why he let his emotions show too much. He was practically building himself up to be put down. He was setting himself up with you to be the vulnerable idiot you wanted him to be. You’re too good for him, he’s always known it. Ever since you knocked on his door for the first time telling him to shut the fuck up he knew it. He knew you’d have this hold on him without even knowing it and he didn’t want to ruin it. He got closer to you and fell for you hard.

Then, he did what he tends to do and that is fuck up. It was bound to happen and honestly it could’ve been worse. He could’ve played into this fantasy of being happy with someone. He could’ve acted like he’d never try and ruin it like he’s done with so many other people. But then when he’d start his journey of self destruction it’d be too late and you would’ve hurt him a lot worse. You didn’t even seem that mad about his crass behavior. You took it like a champ and walked out like it wasn’t a bother.

If you would’ve done that to him he’d be way more hurt. He remembers the first girl who broke up with him, the betrayal he felt that scarred him. Being constantly torn down by her only for her to leave him like he was nothing. It’s why it was so easy to do that to other people now. He learned to like being the one doing the hurting. Someone was bound to get hurt in a relationship and he just didn’t want it to be him. He didn’t care if he fucked with a lot of girl’s feelings. All he cared about is never feeling the way he felt the first time he got dumped.

Comparing you and what relationship the two of you had in such a short time told him what he didn’t want to hear. It told him he’d hurt a hell of a lot more by your hands than any other person’s he’s ever been with. He just knew if he tried it with you and it ended bad he wouldn’t be able to recover. And that pissed him off.

Like fuck, he’s the one who was an asshole and mean yet here he was throwing a fit about it. He regrets thinking the way he does because look at what he’d just done without even fully realizing it. He has never ever felt bad for being the way he is except right now. Right in this moment after you’ve walked out his door and made it known you wanted nothing to do with him. You walked out his door, not through his window but you actually used the door. He’s not sure if you’ve ever gotten to each other by using the actual door.

He’s never been bothered by the retribution of his actions but your response caught him by surprise. Why? Because you gave him nothing. No tears. No yelling. No tantrums. You just took it and gave him a look of disappointment instead. Though if he were honest he’s not sure if it was at him or at yourself.

He wonders if you were feeling anything similar to the way he felt. Though you should have nothing to regret unless it were ever getting involved with him. He’d understand if you regretted that now. It just won’t beat the regret he feels for pushing you away.

You didn’t feel regret. You felt anger, mostly at yourself. You let yourself fall for the playboy neighbor of yours.

For the same piece of shit thinking he’d change for you. For you? Yeah you definitely played yourself there. As if the selfish fuck Jungkook could change for anyone other than himself. As if he’d want to.

As if he wasn’t happy enough in this un-poppable bubble of self pity and insecurity.

You know what he’s doing and you’re not gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing he won. He proved you right when he said he wasn’t good enough for you. You should’ve honestly just believed him when he gave you those warnings. But if he hadn’t been so sweet… so gentle just to you, you wouldn’t have ignored the signs.

If he would’ve just treated you as badly as he treated every other girl who walked out his door you wouldn’t feel like this. You would’ve written him off as that asshole he so badly wants to be.

If he would’ve just never showed you the other side to him that made you think he’s not that bad. That he actually just needs someone to talk to and that he’s actually very caring and emotional. He had you fooled, you get it, and that just pisses you off.

You still refused to give in. You weren’t going to give him what he wanted. And you knew what that was. He wanted to hurt you before you could hurt him. He won’t admit but you both know that’s true. The time you’ve spent getting to know him, having intimate conversations late at night when it’s just you two told you a lot about him. The reason why he doesn’t just kiss anyone is because he’s scared to get close to someone. He’s so scared of being hurt that he shuts everyone he cares about out.

If he wanted to shut you out, fine. You’ll be out.

You’ll walk past him like you don’t even known him. You won’t look at him. You’ll force yourself to not even think about him because if he thinks he’s hurt you he’s dead wrong. You’re gonna show him he can’t treat you like shit and expect you to trail after him like a little puppy wanting to fix him. As if.

But truthfully, you could’ve fixed him. You were fixing him in his eyes and that scared him shitless. He hugged his knees as he sank to the floor wallowing in that self pity he’s practically addicted to. There is something seriously wrong with him for not wanting to be the guy for you. No, for not allowing himself to be the guy for you. He wants to be that person but he doesn’t let himself. Last night should’ve never happened. You should’ve continued on as friends but that high feeling he got around you made it so hard for him to respect any boundaries between you two.

He was already halfway there. You cared about each other, genuinely, and he felt it. He felt the validation and affection he’d so desperately tried to push away and it scared him. It showed him that he was changing who he was to be right for you. Or you were right for him. One of those two. He’s just never been into change.

He keeps thinking about the moment before everything changed last night. Just being outside in your spot together. Talking in hushed voices, hands brushing over each other, looking into your eyes and seeing the stars in them. Then the kiss, the kiss was mind blowing. He never wanted to kiss anyone so badly like he had with you. He couldn’t get enough. He just wanted to get closer and closer.

But it’s whatever. He’ll get it over it, right?

He didn’t think about it for a full 48 hours. In truth he just tried not to think at all. He busied himself with all these tasks so that he wouldn’t drift off into an endless stream of thought. He’d only think about how he fucked up and even if he wanted to take it all back instantly it wouldn’t matter to you.

“What’s up with you?” Jin nudged Jungkook’s leg off the coffee table. The younger of the two barely turned to look at his friend. He lifted his shoulders in a shrug and let his eyes drift back to the tv.

Even if he was bored of watching his friends go over the same movies as always he still put up with it. As long as it meant he’d stay out longer and return home later. That’s the only way he can ensure you won’t run into each other in the elevator when you’re off work. He, of course, knows your routine to the tee. He just never realized how much time he’s devoted to you lately except now that you’re not in the picture.

“How’s it going with your friend who’s not really a friend but you wanna lie and say is a friend, Y/n? You both still being little shits to each other?” Hoseok asked glancing over at him briefly. Of course they all knew about the times Jungkook would complain about you only to turn around and bring you to a party in front of everyone where he only paid attention to you. It had definitely left a lasting impression on his friends who’d only known Jungkook to have a different girl all the time. He’d only been talking about you these last few weeks and now he’s dead silent.

“Who?” He asked as if Hoseok hadn’t just said your name. That even made Yoongi pay attention now, “What do you mean who? Y/n?”

Jungkook didn’t say anything staring at the blank tv as if a movie would choose itself and he’d be ready to watch it. Jin shook his head, “He’s being weird.”

“Very,” Hoseok agreed before scooting closer to Jungkook, “So what? You finally scared her off? Finally found something to hate?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jungkook said pulling the hood of his hoodie up to block his face. He doesn’t want to talk about you. What he had with you was short lived and in the past now. It’s been three days so he should get over it.

“I liked her,” Namjoon shrugged dropping the book he’d been reading as he looked at everyone, “You two seemed to really hit it off.”

“We were just hanging out,” Jungkook tried to downplay it. He knew you weren’t just hanging out but if he called it like that then he wouldn’t think about it as much. It won’t make him think about those late night conversations, the laughs, the innocent touches.

The little sparkle in your eyes when he’d tell you something that made him feel like shit and you just listened understandably. It’s the same look you’d given him when he fucked up except with disappointment laced into it. Like you expected him to fuck up with you and he hated that. He hated how you judge him before knowing him. He hated that he proved your judgements right in the end.

“I, for one, am not surprised at all Jungkook did something to drive her away,” Jin said looking at him as he glared back, “No offense. It’s just what you do.”

“You always have to find something that you don’t like,” he went on when Jungkook didn’t snap at him, “There’s always gotta be something wrong because you don’t want to let yourself fall for someone. And I hate to say it but you fell for Y/n, fell for her hard.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He jumped to his feet, the others looking at him now as he cut through the space between the couch and coffee table to leave. He heard Hoseok first, “Come on man where you going?”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he put his shoes back on and got his keys. He left the place without a goodbye and stormed to his car. He wasn’t going to sit there and let everyone paint him as the villain over something so stupid. Okay, whatever, he probably ruined his chances but who cares. It happened. It’s done. Nothing will fix it now and honestly he doesn’t want to. He was bound to fuck up sooner or later, it’s better he did it now.

He got to his apartment complex a little after 10:00pm. He hoped you would’ve been home now and he wouldn’t have to run into you. He could only hope though and even that didn’t do shit for him.

Not when he stopped at his floor, one foot in the elevator and the other crossing the threshold into the hall. He spotted you the second he looked up. The cold gaze in your eyes as you walked past him like he wasn’t even there. It took him a total of five seconds to process your approach. The way your eyes refused to glance at him like he was nothing but invisible to you.

He didn’t hide the way he craned his neck following after you but even with his obvious attempts at catching your attention you still didn’t pay him any mind. Instead you reached for the button and let the elevator doors shut him out like the stranger he wanted to be.

You were dressed up in a fitted miniskirt and blouse like you were going out. At this time you probably were going out but to where? With who? Why was Jungkook still thinking about it as he unlocked his front door and stepped into his home.

He understands not wanting to be friends anymore but… But to pretend like there was never anything between you two? Now that was just cold. He had full intentions of at least offering up a smile in greeting when you ran into each other but to get the cold treatment? It was nothing less of what he deserved but still. It hurt.

He went to bed early tonight.

“So what happened then?” Leehi asked a few days later. She’s fully picked up on the fact that you and Jungkook aren’t talking. She sat on your couch watching you work on your next presentation.

“Nothing, we just stopped talking,” you told her. She didn’t say anything waiting for you to elaborate but you didn’t. She nudged you with her foot making you look up at her, “Let’s go out then. Let’s get really fucked up and find some cute guys to pay for our drinks. What about that?”

And you agreed. Anything to get out of the house. Living next door to someone you thought you were getting close to only to pretend like they never existed was hard. It was physically draining.

“No Taehyung tonight?” You asked later on when you and her were cutting through the crowd in the club. She shook her head, “No, he scares the guys away. Come on let’s get a drink.”

You let her drag you away, unaware of the man from your building coming in with his own friends.

“I’m telling you, you’ve just gotta get back in the game then,” Hoseok chuckled leading Jungkook inside, “Just your unapologetic self again. It’s what you’re good at.”

He didn’t say anything nodding his head, “But I need a drink first.”

“Care to dance?” Someone asked from behind you. You’d barely gotten your drinks and already someone was coming up to you. You turned around facing a guy with a bright smile and puffed cheeks. He looked at you before turning to your friend, “Or a group dance?”

“Fuck it,” Leehi pushed you toward the guy as the three of you went off, “What’s your name stranger? I’m Leehi.”

“Jimin, it’s nice to meet you,” he cleared his throat looking back to you, “What about you? You have a name?”

“No, I don’t,” you said lightheartedly, “It’s Y/n.”

“Y/n?” He repeated nodding his head as he turned to face you two with a little bump in his step, “So what brings you girls out tonight? Just some drinking?”

“It’s been a long week,” Leehi answered urging you to at least attempt to sway to the beat, “Y/n here needed to get out of the house.”

“Oh?” Jimin asked looking at you sideways. He was extremely attractive and you hated that you couldn’t appreciate it. All because you kept thinking about Jungkook and how he made these unknown feelings for him rise in one night only to destroy them the next day. You really were a fool. You weren’t going to let him ruin your night by thinking of him. So instead, you forced a smile and got closer to Jimin, “Yes, so let’s get drunk and see what happens?”

“Slow down Kook, we just got here,” Jin told him as he downed another shot. He whipped around to tell him to fuck off when he saw it.

In the mix of people illuminated by strobe club lights, there you stood—or danced. A smile on your face, hand holding some guy’s, and laughing. And he wished for you to turn and look at him, see him here and actually react instead of act like he wasn’t here. This time around you actually did look at him directly.

His breath hitched when your eyes met and it made him sick. Sick with the way your smile immediately vanished upon seeing him. Like just the sight of him was enough to ruin your day when before he’d make any excuse to see you.

You turned away leaving him to watch as you said something to the guy and Leehi. He watched you walk away and he couldn’t take it. Was seeing him really that hard for you when you acted like you didn’t care what happened between you two? You’d given him no sign of how you actually felt when he’d been so cold. You just shut yourself down. He didn’t like that. He needed to know what you thought of him.

It’s what had him storming off after you. He ignored his friends, he ignored Leehi when she spotted him following you but he didn’t stop. Not until he was outside the lit club looking past the line of people and drunks scattered around the street.

You turned the corner of the street to try and find a cab. It was dark and scary and not something you wanted to do. So dejected, you turned back to head back inside. Who cares if Jungkook was here? You’ve done good avoiding him and you live next door to each other. Who cares if he’s in the same night club as you.

You stopped mid step, Jungkook just a few feet behind you, lips slightly parted, hair out of place, hand reached out. Fuck him. Fuck him. Why? Because you feel like crying now and that’s not what you wanted. Why can’t he just leave you alone? Why does he have to look at you every time you pass each other in the elevator? Why does he have to still sit out on the fire escape?

You sniffled a little walking toward him to try and go back inside.

“Can we talk?” He asked suddenly stepping in your way, “Please Y/n, you have no idea how shitty I feel.”

“Move,” you said trying to step the side to pass him but he joined you. He shook his head, “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know why I have to fuck every good thing that comes into my life, okay? I don’t know why I do it,” Jungkook confessed, “I don’t know why I was so cold last time. But—but you didn’t have to avoid me.”

You didn’t say anything feeling yourself close to tears and you weren’t going to break.

“I fucked up. I know I did. I knew it when you left but please, just please give me one more chance,” he begged, “You were right. I don’t just kiss anyone and I kissed you. And that might not mean shit to you but it means everything to me. It’s because I genuinely liked you, I fell hard for you and that was scary.”

“And I regret not telling you sooner,” he said, “But fuck Y/n, I thought you liked me too. Instead you just let me treat you like shit and say things I didn’t mean.”

“What did you want me to say Jungkook?” You took a step closer to him, “You wanted me to cry? To beg you to not be mean? Would that have even changed anything?”

His jaw clenched as you went on, “Or would I just have been like every other girl begging you to change for them? Because you ignore them all too.”

“I want to change for you if you just give me a chance.”

You scoffed brushing past him tired of hearing the same thing again, “I did give you a chance. It’s why we were friends, wasn’t it? And all you did was prove that you’ll never change.”

He winced at those words. Why were his eyes burning? Why did his heart beat so fast it was almost painful, “But you don’t have to act like there wasn’t anything special between us.”

“You’re the one who said you just wanted to have sex,” you reminded him.

He shook his head, “I lied. I was scared. I am scared, please just understand that. You deserve someone better than me and I know it but please just give me another chance.”

You looked at him, teary eyes as you didn’t say anything for a moment. Finally, you shook your head, “I’m sorry but no.”

He froze.

“And I don’t care enough to comfort you anymore,” you told him, “I just hope that the next time someone comes along and you feel for them what ever fucked up shit you felt for me, you won’t mess it up again.”

“Y/n—“

“And I’m ending my lease,” you cleared your throat, “It ends in a week and I’m not going to renew it. So don’t worry, you won’t have to see me again. I’ll get over it like you wanted me to.”

He let you leave. He let you leave him alone in this dark street corner processing your words.

You weren’t going to forgive him.

You weren’t going to give him a chance to prove you wrong again.

You were done with him like he’d been done with every girl whose heart he broke.

How could he love someone he’d never dated? Someone he didn’t know that long but impacted him heavily?

And how could he let himself ruin it again?

He fucked up with you and that was rock bottom for him. That was the final crack in his facade that would keep him together.

His final moment before he realized he needed to change for himself first.

Maybe he really won’t see you again.

Or maybe in a few months he’ll see you again. You’ll see that he’s changed. He’s not as immature. Not as cold.

He’s not sure exactly but from this point on he’ll never hurt someone with the words he says again.

Never again.

Not after you.

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a/n this literally took me a week to write but idk. I was literally listening to those two songs on repeat and

“Somebody that I used to know” by gotye and

“You get me so high” by the neughbourhood lol

also this isn’t a happy ending for y/n and jk bc he doesn’t deserve it lol

I think he needed someone he truly cared about to not put up with his shit for him to see that he fr has to change and that he can’t just act one way one minute and then get mad when it bites him in the ass.

NO PART TWO

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