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duplicity | jjk (m)

summary: one thing you shouldn’t be doing is fucking the enigma that is jeon jungkook—just seven days after he broke your sister’s heart  pairing: jungkook x f reader  genre: drabble-ish, smut, pwp, angst, enemies to lovers (kinda), taboo themes rating: 18+  word count: 4.8k warnings: lotta swearing, sexual tension, betrayal, angst, seven!jk, the laundromat from seven mv (warning in itself 🥵), double pierced lip!jk, pet names, nasty dirty talk, making out, hickeys, jk loves her 🍑, explicit smut so oral (f receiving), breast play, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, dom!jk, big dick!jk, doggy, spanking, clit stimulation, choking, hair pulling, degradation, manhandling, dacryphilia, implied tummy bulging, denied orgasm, exhibitionism, voyeurism, overstimulation, creampie (SORRY ITS PURE FILTH)

a/n: um hi so i know i was on a lil hiatus but seven utterly destroyed me n this was the aftermath.. oopsie daisy i hope y’all enjoy! 🙈 pls lmk what you think!

a/n 2.0: thank you to my sav (@jeonjcngkook) for coming along this crazy ride w me & for making the most stunning banner,, i love you so very much 🥺

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“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” 

An all too familiar timbre broke through the humming and whirring of washing machines and tumble dryers; immediately shifting the mood within the laundry room of your walk-up apartment building. 

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, keeping your back facing him as you continued to pluck your clothes from the basket, organizing them into two piles of whites and colors. You didn’t dare acknowledge his existence—why would you? 

That would only cause more trouble. 

And if there was one thing that Jeon Jungkook consistently brought into your life (most of time against your own will)—it was trouble. 

The sound of heavy weighted footsteps approached from behind you. “Are you really giving me the silent treatment?” 

Were you giving him the silent treatment? Abso-fucking-lutely. It was either complete silence from your end or the world’s most intense screaming match. All you’d wanted to do since he ended his six month relationship with your older sister of two years last Wednesday night, was to shout an obscene amount of cuss words and insults in his smug little face. He deserved the smack down of the century; a harsh knock off his self imposed pedestal.

But your sister had practically begged you to leave it be, as she still quote-on-quote ‘loved him’, whilst hiccuping through chesty sobs and shoveling spoonfuls of Ben & Jerry’s into her quivering mouth. 

You reluctantly complied with her wishes, despite wholeheartedly disagreeing. No matter, you kept your word and satisfactorily avoided hunting Jeon Jungkook down for seven whole days. 

Although now your self control is going to be tested big time. 

Once the last item of clothing had been sorted, you filled the basket with the delegated whites and propped it up onto your hip. 

As you approached the washer, you heard Jungkook scoff. No doubt he was either tonguing his cheek or chewing on his double pierced lip; a habit you’d noticed over the months he was your sister’s boyfriend. 

“Are you seriously gonna act like I’m not in the fucking room?” 

Frustration was clearly evident in his voice and you felt triumphant knowing that you were getting under his skin without even really trying. Jungkook always wanted to be the center of attention; expecting all eyes on him at all times. It was one of the reasons why you so desperately wished to give him a piece of your mind and obliterate his massive ego. 

Closing the door of the washing machine, you pulled out the tray and turned to reach for the laundry detergent—big mistake. 

Jungkook was perched (more accurately manspread) on the table where you’d left your belongings, his gaze transfixed on you. And only you. His plump lips were curved up into a knowing, self-assured smirk. 

He looked irresistible and it made you loathe him even more. How could somebody look so fucking attractive in a white wife beater, a loosely zipped up gray hoodie and ripped dad jeans? It simply wasn’t fair. Stop gawking at your sister’s ex! You internally chastised yourself, snapping back to reality and scowling in his direction. 

“Can you move? I’m trying to do my laundry.” You huffed in annoyance, hastily reaching for the detergent before your wrist became encased by a tattooed hand twice its size. “What the fuck? Let go, Jeon.” 

Jungkook swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, “why have you been avoiding me like the plague?” 

You scoffed in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me right?” 

Tugging you forward by the wrist, Jungkook pulled your body between his parted thighs which evoked a breathy gasp from the back of your throat. 

“I don’t kid when it comes to you, honey.” Good god, that fucking nickname. “I’ve wanted to see you all week.” 

You wished you could put your pussy in time out for clenching at that stupid term of endearment. How could your body betray you already? This is your sister’s asshole ex boyfriend! The same prick who shattered her heart and crushed her soul last week. 

Flashing him a curt frown, you roughly tugged your wrist out of his grasp and stumbled backwards to break your close proximity. “Hm, well I can’t say the same about you.” 

Jungkook’s pierced lips broke out into a broad grin. “Liar,” he mused, hopping off the table and backing you up against the row of washers, “if I know you the way I think I do… you’ve been wanting to chew me out all week because you love putting me in my place.” 

How the fuck did he know that? “You don’t know shit, Jeon.” 

“No?” He murmured, eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and delight. “Pretty sure I do. And I’m pretty sure your sister told you to ignore me because she knows.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows and folded your arms across your chest, trying to create some kind of distance considering how fucking close he was to you. His broad shoulders and muscular arms were shielding you from viewing the rest of the room and good lord, was it stifling. 

“What do you mean she knows? Know what?” 

Leaning his forearm against the top washer, Jungkook had you trapped. He ducked his head down so that his lips grazed your earlobe. You felt his hot breath and almost instantaneously your skin blossomed with goosebumps. 

“She knows I had eyes for her pretty little sister instead.” 

Your heart rate increased rapidly, thundering against your rib cage. You could feel the blood rush to your ears. The fuck? Did he really just say that? Unraveling your arms, you placed your hands against his toned pectorals and gave his chest an almighty shove. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

Your words came out in a breathy rage, eyes ablaze as you stalked towards the table to resume your laundry. Oh how you wished you never opened your mouth. You should’ve pretended he was invisible. You should’ve never entertained him. 

Jungkook quickly slid an arm around your waist and spun you expertly into his chest. “I love when you’re pissed at me, so fucking sexy.” He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You repeated, majorly scandalized while mildly turned on. “You were still dating my sister just over a week ago!” 

He hummed in response, his hands snaking down your backside and curving around the globes of your ass, “so? A lot can change in seven days, honey.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat when he gave your ass a squeeze. “You’re such a fucking dick.” 

“Mm,” he chuckled, “you’d like that wouldn’t you? Getting fucked with my dick.” 

“Yeah ri—” 

“The bedroom walls aren’t soundproof, pretty girl. I know you were thinking of me when you’d fuck yourself with those vibrators.” 

Your eyes almost bugged out of your head. Oh shit. 

“Wha—” 

Jungkook squeezed your ass again, this time pressing himself flush against your body. You were now chest to chest, face to face and the sexual tension was so fucking thick that you were beginning to feel dizzy. 

“Tried to act so high and mighty when really you wanted me just as much as I wanted you.” He drawled smugly, lips finding your jawline and he nipped at the skin there. “Can’t blame you though, we look so fucking hot together. Way hotter than me and your sister.” 

You thwacked his shoulder for the comment but didn’t push him away this time. You couldn’t find the self control to remind yourself from the situation any longer, not when he was deliciously sucking below your jaw. “Why are you always so cocky?” 

Jungkook released your skin with a pop, smirking at the reddish bruise with satisfaction. His eyes glistened with amusement, “why wouldn’t I be? I have the cock to back it up.” He rocked his hips against yours then, allowing you to feel exactly what he meant. His bulge was impressively large, hard and throbbing through his jeans. 

You swallowed a moan, “Jungkook…” 

“Fuck,” he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, “fucking love it when you say my name. So pretty, so hot, so good.” His hands were making their way from your backside to your thighs now, causing your skin to tingle.

“You need to stop. This isn’t right.” You weakly tried to be the voice of reason, bringing your hands to the fabric of his gray hoodie in hopes to push him away from you. 

“Why does it feel so right then, hm?” 

When you felt his hands rubbing your clothed inner thighs, you ended up shrugging the zip-up hoodie off his shoulders instead. Call it instinctual desire, since your body fully went against your brain at that moment. The garment hung loosely around his impressive biceps, showcasing the glorious tattoo sleeve on his right arm and exposing the long silver chain dangling around his neck. 

Your eyes drifted from his body back up to his face and you felt your clitoris pulsate at the smoldering way he was staring at you. Jungkook gazed at you like he was a starved man and you were his first meal. The way he was devouring you with his eyes render you speechless and prompted you to clamp your thighs together. 

No words were exchanged between the two of you for approximately a minute before your mouths clashed together in a heated kiss. Jungkook hoisted you up onto one of the washers located in the middle of the laundry room, ironically the only one that was mid-cycle. 

You involuntarily gasped into his mouth, your body instantly reacting to the vibrations from the washer. It was stimulating your lower half much more than you cared to admit. Your hands clutched at his wife beater, holding the man as close as physically possible. 

Jungkook smirked against your lips, relishing in the way you reacted before stealing your breath with the most scorching kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, licking and teasing behind your teeth whilst one hand busied themselves with unzipping your jeans and the other cupped your left breast. 

He was everywhere; invading your senses and claiming your body in a way you’d only envisioned late at night when you would touch yourself. This whole scenario was taboo and so fucking wrong, yet you couldn’t recall the last time you were this turned on. Your mind was totally fogged and your pussy was leaking like a broken faucet, undoubtedly soaking your panties. 

“Bet you’re dripping for me,” Jungkook mused huskily, expertly shrugging the denim down your thighs and rubbing his index finger over your clothed slit, “fuck. You’re drenched.” 

He wasn’t lying. You were absolutely saturated. Your panties were undeniably ruined. “Do something.” You complained, bucking your hips as he rubbed his fingers over your panties. 

“Bossy,” he chuckled with mischievous eyes, “love putting me in my place like I said.” Jungkook removed his hands from the apex of your thighs (despite your whines) and cupped both your clothed breasts. He squeezed and kneaded at the soft mounds, producing soft, breathy moans from the back of your throat. 

“Touch me.” You pleaded. 

“I am touching you, honey.” His cocksure smirk was basically audible. 

“Fuck off Jeon,” you hissed through gritted teeth, trying to hold back your moans but it was practically impossible when he lifted your shirt and expertly tweaked your nipples through your bra. “Please touch me properly.” 

Jungkook wasted no time in peeling your shirt from your body, discarding the garment somewhere on the table with the rest of your (now abandoned) laundry. He dipped his head down to where your neck met your shoulder, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses along your skin as he unclasped your lacy bra. 

“So fucking pretty.” 

You whimpered when your breasts became exposed to the cool air of the laundry room, shifting your weight on the washer that was still slightly vibrating as it continued its current wash cycle. You wondered if Jungkook had planted you here on purpose. 

Seconds after your bra was flung away, you mewled when you felt the cool contrast of Jungkook’s piercings against your peaked nipple. The heat from his tongue swirling around your areola left you shivering, head knocking back as he suckled on your tit. He groped at the other one, rolling your nipple between his fingers and pinching it to tease you. 

“Jungkook!” You resorted to a moaning mess, bucking your hips in desperation as he played with your breasts. “Please.” 

He released your nipple at your plea, dropping you a cheeky wink and then proceeded to kiss down your naked upper body towards your clothed center. Your hands found purchase in his long, raven locks, grasping at the strands. 

His skilful and beautifully inked fingers hooked the waistband of your panties, dragging the flimsy material down your quivering legs. Jungkook husked out a groan at the sight of your glistening pussy; wishing he could capture the moment in his brain and keep it there forever. 

“You’re such a filthy little slut,” he tsked, “soaking wet for your big sister’s ex boyfriend. What would she think if she saw you right now, hm? What would she do if she saw her sister naked with a greedy pussy craving my cock?” 

Your cheeks burned at the degradation. The hair that resided at the nape of your neck prickled at his provocative words, meanwhile your pussy clenched around nothing. That little traitor loved his filth and wanted nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his girth. 

After a few heavy breaths, you finally managed to answer him: “I don’t wanna talk about her.” 

“Oh?” Jungkook’s eyes twinkled naughtily. He took both hands and spread your legs even further, lifting them up over his broad shoulders. “You don’t wanna be reminded that you’re being a little whore? It’s okay baby, I like you even better like that.” 

Without warning, Jungkook dived straight into your wetness. His lips suctioned around your engorged clitoris, sucking the sensitive bud into his hot mouth. 

“F-Fuck!” 

The man between your thighs hummed in approval at your response, absolutely feasting off your juices and your breathy moans. He groaned lowly when your fingers carded through his hair before yanking hard on the strands. You were tugging him closer and Jungkook was absolutely here for it. 

He dragged his nose along your slit, teasing you briefly before finally giving you what you so desperately ached for: his tongue. 

“So fucking good.” 

“Jungkook.” All you could do was whimper his name unabashedly. 

He lapped his tongue at your slick folds, slurping obscenely. The sound was so lewd that usually you would’ve flushed in mortification—but you were far too dazed to give a shit. He was making you feel better than any of your battery boyfriends ever could. 

“Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had. Can’t believe I wasted my time on hers when I could’ve had this.” 

As if his words weren’t enough, the way Jungkook waggled his tongue up and over your aching cunt was more than enough indication that he immensely enjoyed eating you out. 

“God!” You whimpered, fisting his onyx colored locks. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” 

Jungkook loved the way you begged for him. He growled gravelly in approval, dipping his tongue inside your seeping hole in hopes to have your thighs squeeze around his head. “Like fuckin’ hell I’m gonna stop. S’obsessed with this pretty cunt.” 

You tightened around him almost immediately, crying out his name desperately. 

“That’s it pretty girl,” he rasped out encouragement, “keep saying my name like that and I’ll let you come.” He replaced his tongue with two long fingers then, curving upwards against your snug walls. He located that spongy spot inside you within mere seconds, jackhammering his digits in a delicious rhythm that had you keening. 

You practically sobbed out his name, head thrown back and breasts bouncing in perfect sync with his handiwork. You were a fucking sight to behold and Jungkook knew that this wouldn’t be the only time. It couldn’t be. He needed to have you every single fucking minute, every single fucking second. Twenty-four-seven, seven days a week. 

“Wanna come,” you strangled out through a string of high pitched moans and squeaky whimpers, “please lemme come.” 

“Yeah?” Jungkook chuckled against your heat, quickening the pace of his fingers. He knew you were close; it was so fucking obvious. The way you were clawing at his scalp and grinding shamelessly against his face was proof in the pudding. “Gonna come for me? Gonna make a mess on my tongue like the dirty little slut you are?” 

You weren’t sure what compelled you to squeal—either the way he grazed your g-spot or the nasty words that fell from his spider-bitten lips. Or both. 

The familiar tightening sensation that pooled in your lower belly only got more intense as Jungkook ruthlessly fucked your cunt with his inked fingers. You were so close and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that this orgasm was going to hit you like a tsunami. 

Your moans increased in volume and octave as you climbed higher and higher—only to have your climax ripped from you within milliseconds. 

Lifting your head up to meet his mischievous expression, you gaped at the man inexplicably. “What the fuck?!” 

“Such a dirty mouth,” Jungkook chuckled in self-satisfaction, bringing his moistened fingers to his lips and sucking off your juices, “for someone with such a sweet pussy.” 

You glowered at him. How fucking dare he not make you come? 

“You’re a bigger dick than I thought.” You hissed in his direction, shoving him back by the shoulders. You didn’t dare gawk at the swirls of marvelous body art that covered his arms—now wasn’t the time to appreciate his body when he just denied you of what would’ve been the best orgasm of your life. 

Grinning devilishly, Jungkook reached behind his head and shed his wife beater from his upper body. The way he peeled off the material was nothing but sinful and your pussy squelched at the motion. He stood before you in nothing but his ripped jeans, the denim hanging low on his trimmed waist. 

You wanted him bad. And you absolutely hated yourself for it. 

“Think I’m a big dick, huh?” He captured your hips with his large hands effortlessly, yanking you (more like manhandling you) off the washer and bending you over the edge of the table. The same table that held your forgotten laundry on the opposite end. 

Your ass was now exposed to him and the compromising position stirred something deep inside of you. 

“How’s this for a big dick?” Jungkook husked, bucking his pelvis and prodding his denim-clad bulge against the swell of your ass. “Are you gonna be a good little whore and take it?” 

“J-Jung—”  

“Gonna take your sister’s boyfriend’s cock?” 

You didn’t bother to correct him. Not when he was grinding his erection against your ass, creating a delectable friction. Your mouth hung open and no words came out; only tiny, strangled noises.  

Jungkook wasn’t satisfied with the lack of verbalization. His hand collided with your right ass cheek, leaving a slight mark and causing you to shriek out a moan. “Use your words, honey.” 

“Y-Yes!” 

He hummed in disapproval, delivering another slap to the other cheek, “yes what?” 

Head lolling forward, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you whimpered at the tantalizing condition of pleasure and pain. “Yes Jungkook, I’m g-gonna take it!” Your words were jumbled together, slurred and stuttered. 

You were turning into a crybaby and Jungkook was so fucking turned on. Never had you been at someone’s mercy like this before. All you wanted was to feel full of him. You wanted to be owned by him. Little did you know, he wanted that too. And had for the longest time. 

“Good girl.” He cooed, calloused hands gently rubbed at the reddened flesh. “Keep being a good girl for me, ‘kay? Gonna give you what you need, pretty baby.” 

The sound of a zipper being undone followed, leaving you quivering in anticipation. You pushed your backside out towards him, purposefully shaking your hips in order to entice him to fuck you. You were sick of waiting. You needed to feel your walls dragging along his cock. 

Jungkook, on the other hand, had a different idea in mind. He quickly untucked his hardened erection from his boxer briefs, palming himself for a few moments. He hissed gruffly at the sensation, fisting his cock in his tattooed hand until he was leaking pre-cum from the mushroom tip. 

“Got me so fucking hard,” a guttural grunt escaped his lips, “gonna fuck you just as hard.” Jungkook teased the head of his cock between your plushy ass cheeks, causing you both to release a suppressed gasp.

His words ultimately carried promise. One that you wholeheartedly believed he was going to live up to. 

Although you couldn’t deny that you were becoming fed up with the teasing. “Can you hur—”  

Your impatient demand died with a loud yelp as Jungkook nudged his cock between your creamy folds, thrusting inside of you with one rut of his hips. 

“Fucking shit!” The male cursed from behind you, snapping his hips against your backside with fervour. “So fucking tight, honey.” 

He wasn’t over-exaggerating—your slick walls were hugging his throbbing length like a vice. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as Jungkook drilled into your cunt, his cock hitting all the right places. 

“Should’ve fucked this pussy six months ago.” He growled. 

Heat spreads across your entire body. Your cheeks flushed, your clitoris pulsed and your grip on the table wavered. His admission implied that he wished he fucked you first instead of your sister and with the way he was slamming his cock in so fucking deep, you couldn’t help but believe him. 

Reaching for the back of your head, Jungkook gathered a fistful of your hair. He roughly tugged you back so that your stare zeroed in on your reflection in the doors of the floor to ceiling tumble dryers. 

You looked totally fucked out. Your lips were swollen, cheeks puffy and forehead sheen with a clear coating of sweat. Your eyes were glossy with unshed tears and your nipples were taut, aching for attention.

“Look at how good I’m fucking you, baby.”

Jungkook commanded through a gravelly rasp, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he increased the speed of his powerful thrusts. “What would your sister think if she saw this right now?” 

“Can we—ngh!—not talk about her? Just fuck me.” 

Jungkook laughed, like actually laughed in response. “Yeah, you’re right. Your pussy puts hers to shame any day. Who cares what she would think.” 

With that, he almost pulled out all the way, only to slam his cock back inside your squelching cunt. You were so fucking wet that you could hear every indecorous sound coming from your connected bodies over the whirring of washers.  

Jungkook growled at the lascivious echo of skin slapping skin, sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth. “Mm, yeah, so much better than your sister.” 

You genuinely wished he would stop bringing her up. Everything was already a competition between the two of you (had been since the day you were born) and this wasn’t exactly the kind of clusterfuck scenario you wanted added to the shit-pile. 

You bit back a moan. “I hate you.” You didn’t really. 

Chuckling haughtily, Jungkook released his grip on your makeshift ponytail and snaked his hand around the column of your neck instead. Grasping gently at your throat, he forced you to make eye contact with him through the reflection. 

Tears involuntarily slipped down your cheeks. Not because you were in pain, but because you were beginning to feel overstimulated. Jungkook’s thick cock stuffed you full in the most exquisite way and you were still experiencing aftereffects from the denied orgasm previously. 

“You hate me, huh? Is that why you’re crying over my dick?” He gave an almighty thrust to finalize his question. 

“Ungh!” 

Victoriously, Jungkook attached his lips to below your earlobe, nibbling on the sensitive skin with intentions to leave another mark, while he gently squeezed your throat once more. He fucking loved that you couldn’t answer him, because your body was doing all the talking he needed. His thrusts were starting to become sporadic—meaning his climax was impending—but he was determined to have you creaming all over his cock before he buried his load inside you. 

You gasped brokenly at the sensations that were exploding around your body. Your legs were trembling, thighs quivering, pussy convulsing. Every inch of your skin felt like it had been set alight and there was only one thing that could put it out. 

And that one thing was the man fucking you like no tomorrow. 

“Squeezing me so tight, holy shit,” Jungkook rasped, “is it because you’re watching me fuck you? Does that turn you on, pretty baby? You like getting off knowing if I can see you getting railed into oblivion then anyone who walks in can?” 

You sobbed out a wretched moan of his name. 

“You just pulled my cock all the way in—fuck!” He gnawed on his lip piercings, eyebrows furrowing as he freed your throat and gripped both of your hips with his enormous hands. “Naughty little girl. So dirty. Wanting to be watched as I fuck you full of my cum. Fucking love it.” 

“Jungkook!” 

“I know, honey. I’m gonna get you there.” 

Sprawling his palm across your lower back, Jungkook impelled your weight down onto the table and in effect, allowed his pulsing cock to slide in even deeper than before. 

You could’ve sworn you felt him in your guts. 

The two of you groaned in unison and Jungkook only waited for a split second before increasing the pace of his thrusts. With a newfound motivation, the raven haired male pounded into you from behind like it was his last mission on earth. He grinned ceremoniously when you squealed as he brushed your cervix. 

“Hold on, pretty baby. Gonna make you scream.” And that was a promise. 

Slithering his hand between your thighs, Jungkook located your swollen clitoris with ease and immediately started drawing a figure of eights over the sensitive nub. 

More tears cascaded down your cheeks as your body shuddered in pleasure. Your walls clenched down on his throbbing length as that familiar sensation from earlier reappeared, only this time more intense than ever. 

“S’close…” You slurred, drunk on euphoria. 

“That’s a good girl,” Jungkook murmured hotly against the shell of your ear, delivering hard but sloppy thrusts deep within your quaking cunt, “now come for me.” 

You cried out his name as your climax crashed over your body; knocking the breath from your lungs and causing your heart to pound rapidly in your chest. Tingles exploded from your thrumming clit, to your taut nipples and all the way down to the tip of your toes. 

Jungkook couldn’t tear his gaze away from the dryer door, eyes fixated on the compromising reflection of the both of you. He was enthralled with the way you had come for him; utterly entranced by your impeccable beauty and flawless body. 

He shortly snapped out of his reverie and resumed his movements, rutting his hips in order to chase his own orgasm. He wanted nothing more than to splatter your walls white with his hot cum, leaving traces of him in a way you couldn’t forget. In a way that had you craving him the same way he craved you. 

He meant it. He wanted you seven days a week. 

“So fucking perfect,” he grunted throatily from behind you, his thrusts now erratic as his climax approached, “better than she’ll ever be.” 

You were affronted but also unbelievably aroused. Reaching back, you grasped strands of his hair that resided at the nape of his neck. “J-Jungkook, come inside me. Wanna feel you.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice. 

With one almighty thrust, Jungkook croaked your name when his climax overcame his body. His dick twitched against your walls and spurted his hot cum deep inside your cunt. He leisurely thrusted to ride out both your highs, his hands kneading at your tender breasts simultaneously. 

Your eyes fluttered closed then, head nestling back into his toned chest and puffy lips parting as you relished in the afterglow of amazing sex. 

Jungkook once again peered at the reflection in the dryer with a smug smile. Only this time, it wasn’t because of you. It was because of her. A pair of scandalized eyes staring at the two of you, mouth agape. 

Pressing a delicate kiss to the side of your temple, Jungkook made sure his declaration was loud enough for your witness to hear: 

“Hey honey, just know that every time I would fuck your sister, I was thinking of you.” 

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