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MONSTER ‖ final

During dinner with your parents, Jungkook gets an offer he can't accept, but your future together depends on it.

⤑ word count: 14.2k ⤑ pairing: jungkook x reader ⤑ genre: smut, fratboy!au, non-idol!au, former childhood friends to enemies to lovers ⤑ warnings: explicit content, unprotected intercourse, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), creampie ⤑ read on AO3 ⤑ a/n: i hope you enjoy the final chapter! i started working on this story in 2017. technically, you can take the 18th chapter as the last one, but i wanted to give you some closure, which is why i wrote this chapter. i hope you will enjoy it, thank you for all the support with this story, it means the world to me!

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“You’re sure about this?” Jungkook hissed the words at you, lowering his voice as you led him to your living room straight from the front door. He got to hug you briefly, but it wasn’t enough to soothe his nerves.

His palms were sweating, even though he already knew both your parents. He’d seen them a bunch of times, talked to them, and was pretty sure your mom had a soft spot for him. Still, this was a lot different than him stopping by here and there when he was a kid.

You told your parents about dating Jungkook as soon as you two decided to make it a thing and give it a real shot. After all, you needed to explain why you were suddenly never home and why your face beamed whenever your phone rang. As expected, they seemed happy about it, even though your folks had a ton of questions for you, most of which you didn’t feel like answering.

But, as time moved on, they kept asking for Jungkook to come over and have dinner with the family. The thing was, it was the first time he has ever seriously dated someone, let alone met their parents in the role of a boyfriend, and that’s what he was to you. There was a first time for everything, sure, but did it have to be that nerve-racking?

Of course, Jungkook knew your parents probably asked him to come over because they were aware of his fight with his dad and that he got kicked out of the house. They lived in the same neighborhood as him, and Jungkook was sure one of the nosier neighbors realized he hadn't come home in a long time. News travels fast, of course. The invite was out of pity, most of all, but he was still nervous.

You were the type of person who appreciated family, so Jungkook was certain their opinion could change your mind on things like deciding to give someone like him a real chance. If your parents thought he wasn’t good enough for you, there wasn’t much Jungkook could do to keep you by his side. You’d see it eventually, and they’d encourage you to break things off. That’s how it always went, right?

“Of course I’m sure,” you responded with a sigh. Then, you stopped walking before you reached the living room door, still out of sight of your parents. “Are you nervous?”

“A bit,” Jungkook said, finally admitting to having any type of feelings. “Don’t want to embarrass you.”

“Jungkook, you can’t embarrass me. It’s gonna be fine,” you patted his shoulder and leaned in to peck his cheek, feeling very thankful that he made this huge step.

It wasn’t like Jungkook to agree to something like this, and you wanted to test just how determined he was to make this thing of yours work. You had to face some huge changes soon and you weren’t sure whether you’d do that together.

The date at his dorm wasn’t your last—there were at least fifty dates after, which consisted of either long hikes where you two discussed everything that was happening in detail or dates where you drove around in his car and went stargazing. Jungkook even took you to dinner and movies a couple of times and acted so nervous the first time he came to pick you up, which made you feel like it was going to be okay. If he felt nervous, it was because he felt something for you, and you could work with that.

“I hope so,” Jungkook sighed, and you realized how tough everything’s been on him. “I hope it will be over soon.”

You didn’t want him to put more pressure on himself over dinner with your folks who already loved him—they knew him as the cute kid next door who was always willing to help. Besides, your mom was Jungkook’s biggest fan.

So, you hugged him, and Jungkook wrapped his arms around you too, resting his chin on top of your head. He was forgetting that they saw just how happy you were ever since you started dating him, so they surely didn’t have a thing against Jungkook. If anything, they were thankful that he got you to leave your room more often and smile a lot more.

“Oh, excuse me,” your dad walked out of the living room and almost crashed into the two of you hugging, which made Jungkook more uncomfortable than it did you or your dad. Getting caught hugging you wasn’t the best start of the evening. What if your dad thought he was too handsy? “Jungkook, how lovely to see you!”

Jungkook quickly pulled away and shook your dad’s hand, thanking him for the invite. He suddenly seemed so cordial that it almost made you laugh, but you’d never—he wouldn’t get over it. Still, it felt nice seeing him put in effort for you.

“It’s not a problem, you’re free to come over anytime,” your dad smiled at Jungkook and then at you. “You kids go on inside, I’m going to get some beer from the garage. What are you drinking?”

“Beer’s fine, thank you,” Jungkook said and followed you into the living room where the table was already set.

Your mom immediately walked out from the kitchen and hugged Jungkook tight, holding onto him for what seemed like hours. Once she finally let go of him, Jungkook gave her the flowers and the bottle of wine he brought for your parents. You weren’t aware that he was going to bring anything, so it was a surprise for you too when you first opened the door for him.

“Please, kids, sit down, dad will bring some beverage in a second,” your mom grinned and gave you two thumbs up when she thought Jungkook wasn’t looking. “I just have to finish up in the kitchen.”

Jungkook leaned in to whisper at you, and you just knew it was going to be… inappropriate. “You will get your present later, don’t worry.” Still, he sounded so giddy you couldn’t even get upset. Yeah, you were at your place surrounded by your parents, but the promise of what was going to come was inviting, to say the least.

“Oh, I bet,” you whispered back with a grin, which made both of you chuckle.

The dinner went better than Jungkook expected. Frankly, he wasn’t sure what to expect. None of his friends had any real experience with this, so none of them had anything smart to say to prepare him for it. Basically, he was winging this whole thing and hoping for the best. During the meal, he tried to act appropriately and not show just how much he liked the dress you were wearing.

Jungkook also did his best to ignore the way you were looking at him, like you were seeing him for the first time, letting your mouth slightly hang open when he talked. It messed with his head, made him stutter, made him stare right back, and he was sure your folks noticed.

It was so difficult not to stare at you, and not just because he thought you were unbelievably hot when you looked so relaxed, but because you looked so pretty, smiling all the time, squeezing his thigh gently, keeping the conversation going with your little jokes that always made him laugh.

“So, Jungkook, how’s school going?” your mom asked after serving the soup. You hoped they both wouldn’t start drilling the guy—you’d had a conversation with them before he arrived and begged them not to make the situation awkward.

“It could be better but I’ll make it,” he said with a nod. You could tell he felt awkward about the question. The truth was, Jungkook was really trying to get his grades up because he wanted to feel like he was doing something with his life.

You’ve gotten so close that he actually opened up about it to you and confessed that he was really scared about his career. He didn’t know what he should do with his life and he didn’t think he was good at anything, so he felt lost, especially next to you, who already had an idea about what to do next. It was a vague idea, but you had a plan. Jungkook, on the other hand, didn’t have anything, so discussing this was hard on him, especially with someone like your parents, who always seemed to have their shit together. That put a lot of pressure on you too.

“I have no doubt about it,” your mom giggled warmly, smiling at both of you before adding, “you have the best helper out there.” Then, she gave you a wink and you scoffed at her trying to compliment you in front of Jungkook as if she was trying to make you look even better in his eyes.

“Right, because I’m doing great,” you tried to help him out, but your dad shook his head at you.

“No, no, I don’t want to hear that! You have good grades and you already have job offers, so I’d say you’re doing amazing,” he grinned at you proudly. “And I’m sure Jungkook will have the same experience.”

“It’d better happen soon or it won’t happen at all,” Jungkook joked, making everyone at the table laugh, but it wasn’t exactly a joke.

You knew he was worried about finding a job that suited him. If there was anything new you’d found out about him in the last year, it was that Jungkook was scared shitless of becoming like his dad and staying in the city, working a menial job, and using alcohol to feel better.

You, for one, couldn’t see that happening, but you understood that the worst part of fears was that they were irrational, yet they felt so real to those experiencing them. That’s why you tried to understand Jungkook and change his mind about it. Still, you had a long way to go.

Sometimes, when you two discussed the situation, you felt like you were making some progress and that Jungkook was starting to accept that he was nothing like his dad. But, whenever something bad happened, something that affected his plan of getting his grades up, Jungkook would fall back into negative thinking and he’d worry about getting stuck here and you leaving him behind.

The rest of the dinner went well as your parents didn’t pry into Jungkook’s life too much. They asked all the same old questions, talked about themselves to make you two feel more comfortable, and just acted like themselves. Jungkook seemed a bit more relaxed by the end of it, but you could tell he was still nervous about it. It was a big step for him, after all.

“Can I have a word with you, Jungkook?” your dad asked after dessert, which made all three heads snap in his direction. When he heard the question, Jungkook went pale in an instant, and so did you.

What was your dad going to tell him? You hoped he wasn’t going to try to scare him or, even worse, lecture Jungkook on something. You really had no complaints about the way he was treating you ever since you two had that discussion. What happened before was in the past, and you were both stupid and insecure back then, trying to one up each other, trying to be together without admitting you have feelings. It was childish and stupid, and thankfully, you were over it now.

Back then, your lack of communication was to blame for all the problems you’ve had, but since that was out of the way, there was nothing hanging in the air anymore. You two have turned over a new leaf, and you didn’t want your dad to ruin this by trying to scare Jungkook away.

You turned to your mom for help, widened eyes piercing through her, but she smiled warmly, and that’s when you realized the two of them were probably in on it. Did they really want to ruin this?

“Of course, sir,” Jungkook nodded and then shot you a glance followed by a weak smile. He was scared shitless, you could tell.

“Honey, can you help me with the dishes?” your mom got up and suggested, so you followed her to the kitchen. On the way there, you made sure to walk behind Jungkook’s chair and squeeze his shoulder as a sign of support.

“Dad, please,” you shot your dad a glance before leaving the room, dying to find out what the whole thing was about. Well, if Jungkook didn’t run out of there after the talk, it was good.

“Son, relax,” your dad grinned at Jungkook as soon as you two left the room, leaning back in his chair. “You look frightened.”

“I hope I didn’t say anything to offend you or anyone here,” Jungkook said, trying to remain as calm as possible and not let your dad sense fear. He really didn’t want to lose you, and having some kind of problems with your parents was a surefire way to fuck your thing up. “It really wasn’t my intention.”

“Ah, no, don’t worry about that!” he chuckled and waved his hand as if Jungkook was talking nonsense. “It’s about my daughter. You know that she was offered the job, right?”

Jungkook nodded slowly. Oh, he knew. He felt like shit ever since he found out but appreciated the fact that you called him the second you found out, even before you informed your parents. The last time something like that happened, Jungkook was the last to know, and that hurt. This time, you showed that you cared about his opinion, which just made him think your relationship was the right decision.

You were excited about this opportunity, and Jungkook saw you turn into that little girl he grew up with when you talked about it. You wanted this job and you were going to move because of it, and he totally understood you. What was the alternative, stay here and end up with a dead-end job?

“Yes, and I’m really happy about it.” Jungkook sounded honest because he was—he only wanted what was best for you. “If you think I’ll try to stop her or anything, please don’t worry about that.”

Your father leaned in and grinned, “I wish.”

For a second, Jungkook and him just stared at each other as Jungkook tried to process his words.

Then, your father kicked his head back laughing, and Jungkook chuckled nervously. “Sadly, there’s no changing her mind about this, and you know that we… We’re worried. I was worried sick those three months when she was away, personally. Not knowing who she’s with, if she’s safe, if she’s having a bad day, it messes you up as a parent.”

Jungkook nodded, completely lost on where this whole thing was going. What was your father trying to get at? Still, he could relate to your dad—Jungkook was worried about you too during the summer. He always wondered who you were with, if they were treating you right, if you had anyone to talk to. Would he even know you were in trouble?

“My wife and I, we decided to pay for the apartment while she’s there because we don’t want her to spend most of her earnings on rent. In that case, she will barely have enough to pay bills and food, and won’t really have a good life there, so what’s the point in going? We can afford it. “ Ha paused to sigh, clearly worrying about letting you live on your own so far away from them. “But we wanted to check if you had any interest in joining her.”

“I… I did think about it,” Jungkook admitted, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Did your dad know he was such a fuck up? Clearly, the man knew Jungkook wasn’t doing that well, but he probably didn’t know to what extent. He couldn’t get a great job there, there was just no way. He wanted to, badly. Jungkook wanted to live as close to you as possible, but all hope was lost.

“And?” Your dad’s stare was killing him. If Jungkook could have disappeared right then, he would have. But alas, no such luck. He had to stay there and answer your father. Is this what having a nice dad was like, someone holding you accountable for your fuck ups? Jungkook wouldn’t know.

“I… I first have to get a job and save some money to be able to get a place there. Or here, actually. Or anywhere,” Jungkook nodded, unsure of how much your father knew about his situation. The look on his face told Jungkook that it was a lot more than he let on so far, which Jungkook respected—he knew but didn’t say anything and make the situation worse. “When I’m able to afford that, I’ll try to move there to be closer to her.”

“Does she know that?”

“Uhm, yeah,” Jungkook said with a sigh. “She knows my current situation and understands.”

“My wife and I, we’d really like it if you would join my daughter. It’s a new city and, even though she’s already made friends there, we don’t know these people and their intentions,” your dad sounded worried as he spoke, the calm demeanor from earlier fading away as worry took over him. “And I know she has to live her life and be independent, but she trusts people a lot and we don’t want her to get hurt. She’s dating you, and we know you, and you’ve just managed to charm my wife which doesn’t happen often—she’s been charmed for years. The last time that happened, she got married to me,” he laughed loudly, so Jungkook joined in. “Anyway, what I’m trying to ask you is if you’d join her in the apartment. We’d be paying for it, of course, since that was our plan all along.”

There it was, the chance of a lifetime—to start a new life with you from scratch without worrying about making ends meet, without paying the price for his reckless behavior during university, without his past successfully dragging him down to his dad’s level.

But, it was a free thing, and Jungkook knew the cost would be a lot more than he could afford, which was the last shred of dignity he had left.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but I can’t accept that,” Jungkook responded and looked down, embarrassed about the entire situation, too ashamed to look into your father’s eyes. The man clearly had a positive opinion of him and wanted to offer him some form of charity, which was mortifying. Jungkook should have been in a position to be able to leave the city with you, to have a job lined up, to take care of himself and you, but he just wasn’t. “I don’t want anyone to finance me.”

“Son, listen,” your dad cleared his throat to get Jungkook to look at him, so he had no other choice. “When we first moved here, we were really broke. I was just starting out, my wife was pregnant and unemployed, and we were barely making it. The person that helped us out a lot was your mother. That woman did everything she could to help us,” he paused to smile, and the way your dad talked about his mother made Jungkook smile too—that’s exactly how he saw her, too. “The number of times she babysat while my wife went out to look for work or run some errands… We owe her a lot, and that means we owe you a lot. And I know your mother would say yes to this. In fact, my wife called her earlier and… Told her about this. Listen, your mom didn’t know about you not living with him anymore and my wife let it slip out.”

Jungkook wasn’t able to contain the groan that left his mouth. He talked to his mom here and there, never wanting to worry her, which is precisely why he’s never told her about moving or, God forbid, the fight. She’d go crazy with worry, and he didn’t want that for her. Knowing her, she’d get on the first flight and try to get Jungkook to come live with her and her new family. Jungkook would rather move to another continent and be alone forever than do that, he could never take it.

Your dad sighed loudly before continuing, “I know, I told my wife she should have checked first. But, anyway, we all kind of think it’s the best option for you kids. That way, you can stay together, start a new life somewhere else, and we’ll all know you’re safe because you’ll take care of each other.”

“He said that?” you sounded surprised, but then you smiled at Jungkook, and he knew you didn’t think of it as a bad thing, which was comforting, at least. “That’s really dope actually.”

The reason Jungkook even told you about this was that he valued your opinion. If anyone knew your parents, it was you, and Jungkook needed to hear how you felt about this offer. After all, it directly affected both of you, which is why he told you he wanted to talk before you two went out dancing like agreed.

That’s why you were sitting in his lap in the car, the seat pulled all the way back so you had enough room, even though you didn’t need it. You seemed more than comfortable sitting on him, your side resting against his chest, your arm around his shoulders, and Jungkook enjoyed that closeness despite the seriousness of the conversation.

“I can’t take it,” Jungkook shook his head and wrapped his arm around your waist even tighter, hoping you wouldn’t get upset over it since you seemed to like the idea. He also wanted to feel you closer, your presence comforting him. “It’s charity.”

“No, it’s a favor to them,” you corrected Jungkook, pulling away so you could look right into his eyes. “My dad would literally pay someone to be my roommate, trust me. He was already saying how I should get Tia to move up there as well, but luckily, she turned it down. You’re just the better option.”

“I’m a better option than Tia in his eyes?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up and then scoffed, suddenly feeling a lot better about the whole thing. “Ha! She can take that!”

You laughed at his joke but it didn’t last long—soon enough, you were serious again. “I think we should do it. Of course, if it feels right for you. But this is exactly what we’ve been talking about, right? How to find a way to go somewhere together? Find jobs? Live together?”

Jungkook nodded because you were right. It was something you discussed, something that had been bothering him for months now and making him dread graduation day even more.

All of this seemed like a dream: you being back, you deciding to give Jungkook another chance, the two of you meeting up, having fun, enjoying your time together. It seemed like something he just didn’t deserve, and Jungkook was scared it would somehow be taken away from him. He feared he’d wake up and realize it was all a dream or a lie.

Just recently, he figured out what would take you away—your job offer. He wouldn’t be able to afford to come live there with you, which meant you’d have to be long-distance, and Jungkook sucked at relationships in general, let alone ones with no physical contact. After all, sex was pretty much all he could offer anyways, so without it, he was as good as forgotten, in his book.

“You don’t seem so happy about the idea,” you said with a sigh. You cupped his face, running your thumbs across his cheeks, wanting to stay there with him forever. You knew he’d struggle with the offer, but not this much.

“I… I am, uh, I am happy about it, but… I’d feel wrong taking it,” Jungkook sighed, unable to even look at you, especially when you were looking at him so sweetly, lips pressed into the cutest pout. “Besides, isn’t it a really big step? For us?”

“Moving in together?” you asked, eyebrows furrowing over your eyes.

It was a big step for you, clearly. Neither one of you has lived with a partner before, and this would be the first time. Jungkook didn’t have a proper girlfriend before you, so it would be even scarier for him. Completely new territory, in fact.

“Yes,” Jungkook gulped, realizing it all came out wrong. He had no problem taking big steps with you now that he knew you’re everything he needed to feel good. “Are you sure you want to live with me?”

“Jungkook…” You let out a sigh and dropped your hands down to his chest, head cocked to the side as you inspected his face, trying to figure out what he was feeling. You were usually good at that. “What is this about?”

“It’s just… I don’t know how to put this nicely, so please bear with me here,” he smiled at you, unable to get upset with himself for being such a mess and fucking everything up, not when you looked at him like he was the only guy in the world. “Don’t people get tired of each other when they live together? They start having sex less, they get upset with each other more often, things get weird…”

“You’re afraid we’ll stop having sex?” you asked with a chuckle as if you found the whole thing ridiculous. Jungkook did too at that moment when you were so close to each other, but he knew things could change if you left and he stayed behind, or if you left together and you got tired of him. “It is a big step, but we can just think of it as us moving in together temporarily. Once we settle down there, we can move out separately or together. It’s just a living situation. But, it’s one that would let us see each other every day. I for one am getting really tired of fucking outside or on small beds,” you shrugged, to which Jungkook scoffed.

“You?!” He shot you a look that told you he saw right through you. “You’re telling me you don’t want to get fucked in this car tonight? I kind of doubt that.”

The way you laughed at his question made Jungkook’s heart jump up. It was becoming really hard for you to hide just how much you wanted him, which Jungkook liked because it made him feel better about wanting you. He was usually all over you, practically drooling whenever things got a bit heated, dick twitching when you just kissed him, so knowing you felt the same way brought him some kind of comfort—both of you were equally fucked with these feelings.

“I didn’t say that. I meant I’d prefer a bed, but it is what it is.” You shrugged, licking your lips as if you were thinking about devouring him right then and there, so untypical of the usually composed girl he knew and loved.

Jungkook nodded right away, realizing that his stupid little joke steered the conversation away from the very important topic at hand, one you two couldn’t just gloss over. “I get what you’re saying, it would make things easier.”

And it really would. Even if you two worked and had hobbies or other things to do, you’d get to see each other a lot more often, having the freedom to touch each other whenever you wanted, be around one another, have each other when you felt like it. It was a lot different from your current situation.

“And that’s the whole point,” you paused and nodded. “It’s easier for my parents. They would see it as you doing them a huge favor. It’s easier for us, too. It beats the alternative.”

The mere mention of the alternative made Jungkook sick. He hated it. Hated the idea of it, hated knowing time was running out, the clock was ticking, and he’d have to let you go soon. The idea of you starting a new life, young and smart and competent and successful, and him staying here, living the same old life, not doing anything of importance… It meant the end, even if not right away.

“Me staying here and you leaving?” he asked, even though he knew that was exactly what you meant.

“Yeah,” you sighed deeply, letting Jungkook know just how much the idea bothered you. He knew, you’ve discussed this before and never reached a conclusion, except that you both hate the idea of being separated. “God knows when we’d save up enough money to get you there or for me to come visit more frequently, and… I just don’t want that.”

Jungkook nodded, understanding how you were feeling. He didn’t want that either. Besides, it wasn’t like anything was tying him to this place. The only great thing about the town was you, and you’d be leaving soon, so he really had nothing there for him.

You leaned in to kiss him like you knew Jungkook needed it. At times like tonight, when he was surrounded by loving families, Jungkook realized how lonely he actually was. You were the person he was closest to, but other than that, he felt alone. He’d be really lonely once you left.

Then, you breathed into the kiss, still holding him close, “Are you really worried about us losing interest in each other if we move in together?”

“I don’t know how to express it well, I guess.” Jungkook felt like he was put on the spot, but he also knew better than to simply skimp over something or avoid it completely. You two not talking about stuff almost made you give up on everything, so it wasn’t an option in his book. “I just… If we move in, you may figure out I really have nothing going for me. And then you’ll also see me all the time, and I know people who live together just don’t have sex as often as before, if they do at all, and they start arguing, and things go to shit fast.”

You nodded when Jungkook spoke, which gave off the impression that you understood where he was coming from. For a while, you kept nodding, your eyes moving around as you took all of it in and processed it. “Are you basing this on your parents?”

Well, you sure did know him well, Jungkook had to acknowledge. “Maybe.”

“Well, I’ll have you know that some people continue having sex even after living together for over 20 years, like the two you’ve talked to just tonight.” You looked to the side and tongued your cheek in a way that made you seem upset over it, even though your chuckle told him you found it amusing. “The amount of times I’ve overheard them is probably the cause of all my traumas.”

Your joke made Jungkook laugh because he couldn’t imagine the horror of overhearing his parents have sex, even though it was completely normal. “Oh, your dad is even cooler in my eyes now. Look at him go!”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes and hit Jungkook’s shoulder playfully. “I mean, you’re right, some people realize they’re just not for each other once they spend more time together, but some realize that they work well together. The chemistry and all that disappears after a while, and if there’s no common ground and respect, I guess it all falls apart.”

Jungkook knew this was supposed to make you both feel better, but it didn’t work for him. It was something that just made him wonder what if. “I can just hope the chemistry here won’t disappear, huh?”

“Because you have nothing else to offer?” you asked with a glare, and Jungkook realized you were onto him, as always. That’s exactly what he was afraid of, and you read right through him. “I hope you don’t really mean that. I hate saying this because I know it will get to your head, but sex with you is the best I’ve ever had, and there’s no point in denying it. But, this is more than just sex, and I think we both know it.”

Jungkook nodded, completely agreeing with you. He could have sex with other women, but it wouldn’t feel as good as it felt with you because he felt nothing for them. He had to admit it at this point—he had real feelings for you, and no matter how much they scared him, they also made his life a lot better. They got him to get his shit together, which was something not even his parents could do. Nothing else made him want to become a better, more fulfilled individual—only you were incentive enough for it.

“You’re right,” he patted your waist, rubbing gentle circles into your skin, enjoying your closeness and warmth. That’s what he always felt around you—warm, from the inside. “You’re happy, I’m happy, there’s no point in overthinking shit.”

“Exactly,” you grinned, happy that you got him to agree with you, which was something that happened a lot more often nowadays. When Jungkook stopped fighting you every step of the way, he realized you two got along a lot better than he initially thought. “Although…”

The word made Jungkook’s heart drop to his stomach. Was there something wrong, after all? Even when he thought he was completely confident in your feelings for him, a single word could make him anxious. “What is it?”

“You have been treating me really nicely lately,” you concluded with a questioning look on your face, emphasized by your eyebrows scrunching together. The phrasing made him think you found that suspicious, which was kind of offensive.

For a second, he stopped to wonder whether you were joking, but since you seemed to be dead serious, Jungkook finally scoffed. “Isn’t that the point?”

“I mean, when we fuck,” you quipped quickly, tangling your fingers in the hair at the base of his skull, gently tugging at it, just the way you liked. Oh, so you were down to play games, it dawned on him. The way you were toying with his hair was a clear giveaway.

“And you… don’t like that? Wait, I’m confused now,” Jungkook sighed and took a moment to think about it. You didn’t want him to treat you well? What? Just when he thought things were actually going well, he got hit with this out of the left field. “You don’t want to be treated nicely? You?”

“No, no, I do and I love it… Just not all the time.” Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, and Jungkook felt a sudden urge to kiss you, but he had to let you finish your thought. “I guess what I’m saying is that I sometimes miss you hatefucking me.”

Jungkook had to respond right away with an eye roll. “I never hatefucked you.”

“Oh really?” You shook your head at him as you spoke, laughing through it. “After the whole Tae thing? In the car? That wasn’t a hatefuck?”

“No,” Jungkook was adamant about this because he never felt hate for you at any point in time. Why would he? Even when you didn’t even want to talk to him, he didn’t hate you. “If anything, that was an angry fuck. I’ve never hatefucked you in my life. You can’t hatefuck someone you don’t actually hate.”

“But,” you teased, leaning in to place your lips against his softly for a second before pulling away. If you only knew what you were doing to him, you’d stop right away. There Jungkook was, trying to have a nice conversation with you, trying to give you everything you wanted, and you kept talking about sex. It’s as if you two have suddenly switched roles, and you were the sex-crazed one. “You can fuck me like you hate me.”

“You want me to be mean to you?” Jungkook asked and when you nodded, his hand flew up to your neck, which he grabbed as gently as he could and used his grip on you to pull your head in closer. The fact that you moaned when he did that made Jungkook instantly hard. Fuck, you had a hold over him, and he was way too far gone to turn around. “I can do that.”

“Great,” you said, sounding excited despite having a hand pressing against your windpipe. “I miss it.”

“You can just tell me you want to be fucked like a slut if that’s what you want,” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and grinned, realizing he could finally get you to say some dirty things back. If that's how you wanted to play, why would he deny you this pleasure? “Don’t be so shy then.”

“I want it,” you whispered the words at him, but Jungkook didn’t think it was enough.

After all, he could just give it to you slowly and be nice to you, like you deserved. If you wanted him to go all rough, you’d have to ask nicely and make him understand you really wanted it. The thing was, Jungkook already knew, but he just wanted to make you squirm and beg for his own twisted pleasure.

“You want what, baby?” Jungkook asked with a pout, pretending not to follow, hands still holding onto your waist. Oh, he was going to make this so much harder than supposed to, just because you wanted it badly.

You groaned and looked away, showing your annoyance with him, but it just made him chuckle to himself. “Fuck me,” you breathed, upset with yourself for giving in so easily.

You were annoyed with him, he could tell just by the tone of your voice, but the look on your face just cemented that opinion. You wanted to get fucked like a slut, like he hated you, but you couldn’t get yourself to ask, despite everything you two have done together. For some reason, that warmed Jungkook’s heart, this innocence of yours. You were still a good girl despite fucking with him whenever you could—his good girl.

“How?” Jungkook played dumb once again, his other hand flying to your thigh and caressing it, slowly making its way to your core. He wasn’t sure how a simple conversation could turn him on that much, but he was already enjoying the touching way too much.

“Like a slut,” you breathed the words out before chewing on your bottom lip. Did you still feel shy around him, after everything?

When the words left your mouth, Jungkook decided to be good to you, after all, so he took a deep breath and leaned into his seat even more, spreading his legs further apart.

“Okay… Then rub yourself against me like a slut,” he suggested with a shrug, moving his hands to the back of his head and intertwining his fingers there, enjoying the view of you sitting right on his crotch and staring at him in surprise. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head and starting to move your hips in circles. Obviously, you realized things weren’t going to go the way you planned. For a change, Jungkook wouldn’t give you everything you wanted right away. “Like this?”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook looked around, feigning confusion, even though he was enjoying it and his cock was already getting hard. “Is that how sluts do it? Don’t think so.”

You placed both palms on Jungkook’s chest and started to move your hips forward and backward, rubbing your crotch against Jungkook’s cock in the process, which made him even harder. Fuck, you were good with your hips. “Is this how sluts do it?”

“I think, uh, they’d show me a bit more,” he said through a chuckle, looking down at your chest, still covered with your dress.

You knew he was right, so you grabbed the material around your ribs and pulled it down, revealing your naked chest to him. Your hands immediately flew up to your breasts, grabbing them, and Jungkook enjoyed the way your fingers sank into the flesh and how you moaned when you did it, for him only.

“Maybe a bit more, baby,” Jungkook felt a bit cheeky when suggesting that, but he really needed to see you act slutty for him. You rarely did, so this was like a nice little treat for him after a serious conversation and this whole night, which was enjoyable but made him more anxious than he’d been all year.

Without a word, you pulled your dress up over your thighs, letting it pool around your waist, crotch naked saved for the seamless underwear you were wearing. When you realized Jungkook was staring at you and waiting for you to do something, you started to rut against him, careful to drag your slit across his entire length and moan. “Fuck, Jungkook,” you bit onto your bottom lip. “So fucking big.”

Jungkook scoffed, tonguing his cheek, “You really think compliments are going to make me give in?”

“No, I would never,” you fake pouted and moved your hand up to your mouth, sticking your tongue to lick the middle and index fingers.

The sight made Jungkook gulp—he was not expecting you to do that so early on. Once they were wet, you sneaked the fingers into your underwear and used them to rub your clit while your hips continued moving. You were playing dirty tonight.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I could come like this,” you informed him in between moans as your fingers rubbed your bundle of nerves, slit rubbing against his clothed cock, which twitched here and there, precum starting to leak out of it.

Your other hand pinched your nipple, making you kick your head back and start moaning loudly, hips starting to move up and down like you were jumping on his cock, something Jungkook fucking loved. Seeing you get so lost in pleasure that you forgot where you were and how to behave always did wonders for him, made it so difficult for Jungkook to not turn you over and fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk after. That night, he knew he couldn’t do it.

“You’re really desperate tonight, huh?” he teased, reaching in to squeeze your breast. God, it felt good to touch you, to have you all for himself. He was a lucky guy, that much was clear.

“Not as much as you,” you chuckled and lowered yourself onto his cock completely, moving your hips in circles to stress exactly what you mean—he was rock hard. “You like this too much, baby…”

Jungkook licked his thumb and index finger and brought them up to your nipple, teasing it, wetting it before giving it a pinch, one that made you grunt and look at him.

“Keep talking like that and you’re not getting fucked tonight,” he threatened, but it was an empty threat. There was no way Jungkook was letting you leave without pumping your pussy full of cum, not after seeing you act so needy. “And we both know you’re already dripping.”

“Of course I am.” Once again, he saw a flicker of shamelessness in your eyes as you smirked at him, and he wondered what made you this horny. “I’m touching myself, am I not? Can you hear it?”

With that, you slipped your fingers even lower into your underwear, over your slit, between your pretty lips, into your hole, moving them in a way that made the most delicious sounds—wet, slippery, slick, all the things he felt when he went down on you or finger fucked you or, even better, stuck his cock in you.

“Such a horny slut for me tonight,” Jugkook licked his lips, fighting the urge to just get his dick out and make you ride him. He was sure you’d do it right away if he only asked. “Maybe you should show more if you want to get fucked.”

Suddenly, the cockiness was back, and Jungkook enjoyed seeing you like that immensely—so needy for him, full of spite. “Maybe you should stop talking so much and just fuck me,” you spat the words at him with a smirk, your fingers still going in and out of your wetness. “Or are you going to let me do all of this myself? Cat got your tongue?”

Oh, you struck a chord there, one that really made Jungkook want to ruin you, in a way you’d both enjoy. But, wasn’t that what you were trying to get here?

“Maybe,” Jungkook said and opened the car door, motioning for you to get out. You seemed a bit surprised for a second there, but you quickly recovered and got out of the car without question. Your dress fell over your waist, covering it, while your breasts stayed out, for everyone to see. “Good girl.”

There was no one there, and there wouldn’t be—it was a place that was hard to reach without a car, and Jungkook would notice headlights from a mile away. Still, the fact that you were half-naked out in the open for him and weren’t complaining made his dick twitch. Jungkook followed you out of the car just as fast, feeling like he was already about to explode. He’d never admit it though. It was just that all this dirty talk was getting him in the mood—you were usually so sweet and compliant, and now you were acting like a slut. The fact that it was just for him made it so much better.

Jungkook unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling his dick out as soon as he stepped out of the car. With a grin, he looked at you, wondering if you were going to stay as compliant. “Suck.”

You crouched, holding onto Jungkook’s thighs, and looked up at him with your tongue out, teasing him even more, knowing how that would make him feel. So, Jungkook placed his erect cock in your mouth, smacked it hard against your tongue, and repeated his demand. “I said suck.”

Instead of doing what you were told, you moved your tongue along the underside of his cockhead, giving it kittenish licks. That’s when Jungkook realized you were trying to get him angry just so he’d fuck you like he hated you, which was practically impossible at this point, where he loved everything about you. It was a fact now—it took him a while to accept it, but it was how he felt, and he enjoyed the feeling once he stopped fighting it. Still, acting like a brat would get you fucked hard, you had a point.

Jungkook’s hand flew to your hair, gripping it tightly. He used it to pull your head back, forcing you to look up at him. “If you don’t suck now, I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” he muttered an empty threat but hoped it would work. “You can forget about me being rough on you. How’s that sound, hm?”

The next second, his cock was in your warm mouth and you sucked hard as your tongue swirled around the tip, making Jungkook see stars. Fuck, you were good at this, especially when you were this disobedient. Despite that, you were still ready to do whatever he asked with a little bit of a push.

“You suck dick so well…” Jungkook couldn’t help but say, not when he already had to think about something else in order not to blow his load in your mouth right away. You acting so bratty and cocky was turning him on immensely, making it hard for him to think straight. “Such a good slut for my dick… Want it that bad, huh?”

Your mouth was too full to respond, but your hand flew up to Jungkook’s balls, which just confirmed that he was right. You started to play with them, rubbing one and then the other before squeezing on both at the same time, all the while his cock was shoved in your throat and you moved your head up and down, keen on getting Jungkook to feel good, which you were absolutely succeeding at.

“Oh, you really want this dick,” Jungkook grunted, grabbing your hair and starting to pull your head in closer to him, making you take more of his cock in. “Horny little slut, huh?”

You hummed in agreement, the corners of your eyes welling up with tears as you looked up at him, his cock entering your throat and making you gag. God, you were so pretty, even in this position, even when all he could see was his dick in your mouth. You were really trying to make it worth his while, choking on him, tears spilling out of the corners of your eyes as you pushed it even further in, desperate to make him give in.

After a while, Jungkook felt like he couldn’t go on anymore—he’d come and ruin all the fun if you kept taking him so well. “Want to get fucked?”

All it took was a nod from you for Jungkook to pull his cock out of your mouth and grab both your hands to help you stand up. Then, he moved over, opened the back door, and motioned for you to get in. He was planning on dragging this out as long as possible, enjoying every single long second of it, but he couldn’t. He was a weak and horny man around you, and it was time to admit defeat.

“Fuck!” you chirped excitedly and went to take a seat, but Jungkook stopped you by grabbing your hand and pulling you into him, your back hitting his chest, ass pressed against his crotch.

“Nu-uh,” he teased, his mouth pressing a soft peck to your neck. The tone of his voice stopped you in place. Suddenly, there was no cockiness left in you as he took control. “On your knees.”

Now, there were many things Jungkook loved about having sex with you, but getting to see you on all fours in the back of the car and loving it was becoming a close contender for the number one spot. His hands flew to the hem of your dress, which he pulled up until it pooled around your waist again, leaving the bottom half of your body practically bare, for him to enjoy.

“What a sight,” Jungkook said, hooking two of his fingers under the hem of your underwear and pulling it down your thighs, letting it fall to your knees. Now, this was a really good sight—your pussy wet, excitement smeared all over it from earlier when you rubbed yourself against him so desperately. “Wet and ready.”

Jungkook wondered if you wanted him to just start fucking you, but stopped himself in time. Going in without any foreplay would be painful. You wanted to be hatefucked and not be in pain, so he leaned down and dug into your pussy like he hadn’t tasted it for weeks, getting everything from his nose to his chin wet with your juices. “God, Jungkook,” you moaned the second you felt his tongue on your folds, back arching into his face. “Oh my—Jungkook!”

He’d gone down on you two days earlier when you told him you were having a bad day. If anything could make a day better, it was getting head, so Jungkook made sure you came three times before you begged him to stop, unable to take more of his tongue pressing into your overstimulated clit. Still, he lapped at your wet folds like it was the first time he was tasting your sweetness or hearing your moans for him.

You loved the whole thing, you were already dripping, and when his tongue found your clit, you screamed out. You’d been wanting to feel more of Jungkook all night, so he gave you exactly that. “Oh my God, Jungkook, fuck!” The words were like music to his ears.

Jungkook’s hands grabbed your cheeks, spreading them and holding you in place while his tongue played with your folds and clit, alternating between sucking on the clit and teasing it with the tongue and moving it up to your hole to lick around it while wishing he was already inside of you.

“Jungkook, fuck, ugh,” was all you could get out, but Jungkook didn’t mind, not when you said his name so sweetly, not when you arched your back even more and let him do whatever he wanted to you, enjoying every second of it, not when your juices were dripping down the insides of your thighs, letting Jungkook see just how turned on you were. “Please, Jungkook!”

“Please, what?” he asked, determined not to fuck you until you begged and showed just how desperate you were.

“Please, fuck me,” you had no trouble begging all of a sudden, the cockiness long gone. “I want you.”

“But baby, you weren’t that good to me,” he teased, moaning against your slit as his hand moved away from your ass cheek just to land down with a loud smack. “Teasing me like that… Not wanting to suck my dick when I asked… How did you think this would turn out?”

“Jungkook, please,” you sounded like you were on the verge of tears, and Jungkook’s cock twitched at the sound. “I’ll be so good to you, baby, so good… I need more.”

“Don’t want me to eat your pretty cunt nicely?” Jungkook teased, moving away. That’s exactly what you said—he was too nice to you. So, he decided to stop being nice and giving in to your every whim. “Okay.”

With that, he used two fingers to smear your juices all over your slit, getting the fingers wet in the process so they could slide right inside of you. And they did, not even a minute later, making you buck your hips into him.

“Mhm, like that, fuck yourself against them,” Jungkook encouraged you, loving the way your cunt sucked his fingers in, juices collecting around your entrance, dripping down his hand. “Earn my dick, come on.”

“Oh my god, you’re so hot,” you grunted at him, making his cock twitch once again. “Can’t wait for you to fuck me…”

You’d be the death of him. Instead of being cocky, you did as asked and backed your hips into him, fucking yourself using his fingers, slamming your hips backward until they were in you up to his knuckles. “Mhm, just like that…” Jungkook didn’t have much to say now, not when he was enjoying seeing you behave like that, like you hadn’t been fucked well in months.

You didn’t pull all the way out, just enough to get friction where you needed it most. He knew you were turned on by the fact that you were in public, albeit a very secluded place, but Jungkook still felt good about seeing and hearing you get so wet and excited, your moans filling his car and ears, unable to hear anything else, not even his own loud grunts as he tugged at his cock, dying to feel the warmth of your pussy around him.

It went on for a while, this little show you put on for him, using his fingers to get off, slamming your hips into them while imagining it was Jungkook’s cock filling you up—or at least that’s what he thought was going through your mind. His mind was filled with you, thoughts of you and him, getting to feel you around him, getting to come inside of you, hold you afterward.

“Fuck, fuck,” you muttered over and over again, unable to come up with anything else to say.

When you let out a particularly loud moan and shuddered, Jungkook decided to give in and started to move his fingers fast. His other hand let go of his cock and moved up to hold your ass in place so you couldn’t move.

The second he started touching you, your moaning got a lot louder, your entire body relaxing as you let Jungkook take the lead. His fingers entered you easily, all the way, getting completely soaked on the first push inside, your pussy walls pulling him in, and he could only imagine it was his cock that was making you cry out.

“Look how fucking needy you are,” he muttered through clenched teeth, fighting against moaning, against the urge to just fuck you senseless right away. “Taking my fingers in so easily…”

His other hand moved to your front, attaching itself to your clit, rubbing it fast, applying just the right amount of pressure. Jungkook knew your body well by now, he’d touched and caressed every nook and cranny, familiarized himself with it every chance he got, volunteering to touch you whenever he thought you’d say yes just so he could figure out what exactly could get you to scream. Jungkook had made it his goal to get to know everything about you so he can please and pleasure you however he could.

So, he was sure the way he was touching your clit paired with how his fingers were fucking you would get you orgasm, and fast. In no more than two minutes, Jungkook proved himself right—he kept moving his fingers in and out, not relenting even for a second, not even when you cried out his name as he pushed you over the edge, walls clenching and releasing hard, body shaking and writhing under him.

He kept fucking you with his fingers through it all, only stopping when you pushed his hand away, a sign that you’ve had enough, that it was too much. “Please, baby, please, please!” Your pleas came out muffled and weak, face pressed into the seat, ass still up in the air, pussy wet and ready, looking so juicy, just for him.

Here’s where Jungkook showed his weakness—he let you have it your way, even though you wanted to be treated like a slut, you wanted to lay there and take it, and wanted him to use you. Still, Jungkook couldn’t keep overstimulating you, even though he was supposed to. Instead of continuing his ministrations on your clitoris and pussy, he aligned himself with your entrance. After all, his cock had been hard for such a long time, and he needed some release too.

Your back arched at the contact with his cock, a moan leaving your throat, “Fuck, Jungkook…”

“It’s time you got what you asked for earlier, don’t you think?” Jungkook teased, gently inserting the tip of his cock inside of you, loving the way your warmth wrapped around it, tempting him to go in all the way immediately. “Do decent girls act like this?”

“No,” you responded, showing him you were still down to play, which Jungkook took as a sign that he should just enter you fully. He stopped pushing when his pubic bone came in contact with your ass, cock lodged deep inside of your cunt. Your walls wrapped around him immediately, wetting him fully, letting him feel the slick of your orgasm. “Just… sluts.”

Hearing you say the word made Jungkook start fucking you hard. At first, he was thinking about going slow, treating you nicely, as always, taking his time, getting you to relax. However, you said the word so sweetly that he couldn’t help himself—his hips snapped back and forth as if they had a mind of their own, and when Jungkook realized just how ready you were for his cock, there was no stopping him.

“And you take dick like one too,” he informed you after a couple of sharp thrusts, mind going blank—the only thing on it was the feeling your pussy gave him. It was as if you were made specifically to fit him in every possible way, and not just when it came to sex. But right then, he was appreciating the way you took him well, walls warm and inviting, drawing him in closer. “All spread out of me, ass in the air, in public…”

“Hm, yes,” you agreed without hesitation, pushing your hips into him as if you couldn’t get enough of him. It was probably the fact that you were practically out in the open. No one would see you, but the idea that someone hypothetically could play tricks with both of you, making you more feral than usual, like that was possible. Jungkook liked seeing you so eager to please him, though. “So wrong…”

“It is, huh?” Jungkook chuckled but even that didn’t slow him down. Instead, the fact that you thought what you were doing felt wrong just made him go faster, wanting to fuck the thoughts out of you until you could only say his name. “You were such a good girl this evening in front of your parents… Bet they’d never think you’re letting me fuck you like a whore in the woods like this.”

You really were—the sweet, perfect daughter, the poster child. And it wasn’t an act, Jungkook knew, you were a good girl and you always tried to make your parents proud. The only area where you kind of failed was him and the things you did with him, for example, letting him fuck you raw in the backseat of his car in the woods in the middle of nowhere. But that was just the start of it.

“No, never, Jungkook…” you groaned, exhaling loudly, your breathing accompanied by small whines. “No fucking way.”

And you were right, they’d never know. Your parents didn’t know how needy you got around him, how you’d just barge into his dorm whenever you wanted to have him, how you’d drop down to your knees in your garage just to feel him in your mouth, or how you moved your panties to the side and leaned against the wall so Jungkook could enter you from behind in the bar’s bathroom. Jungkook was the only one who knew, and he preferred to keep it that way.

“I know… Anyone who passes by could see your cunt getting stuffed with cock, taking it so well, creaming around it,” Jungkook grunted the words at you, unsure of whether this was the right way to go. The things he was saying turned him on more than they did you, it seemed, or at least the same. “Nobody would think you’re such a slut.”

“Nu-uh,” you agreed by humming, too weak to speak as Jungkook kept pushing himself into you fully, not leaving an inch out, getting his dick completely wet. And fuck, you took it well, your wetness wrapping around him, making dirty sounds he loved hearing when he was balls deep inside of you. “Just you, Jungkook…”

“Yes, I’m the only one who sees you getting this nasty,” he chuckled, realizing how true that was, and he loved it. You were such a good girl for everyone else, but with him, you turned into a sex fiend, an insatiable partner willing to do anything to come. He felt so good knowing you really only wanted him, only cared for him, never even thinking about going out and dating someone else. The realization always filled his chest up with pride and warmth, the kind he could only express by holding you close. “Only one who can fill you up, huh?”

“Just you,” you repeated weakly, your thighs shaking, fingers digging into the seat. “God, Jungkook, fuck me…”

“I am fucking you,” he laughed loudly, almost having to stop fucking you. God, how he loved knowing you were needy for him. Jungkook was always horny for you, always ready to give you the ride of your life if you were down, but he wasn’t expecting you to return the same energy and keep returning it after many months. It was as if you two just couldn’t get enough of each other. “Are you that desperate? I’m fucking you hard, baby, you’re swelling up already, but still want more? Dirty.”

With that, he grabbed your hips and started drilling into you so fast he felt dizzy, so the fact that you couldn’t say a word and communicated in whines and moans didn’t come as a surprise to Jungkook. He couldn’t remember the last time he took you from the back like this, not even kissing you, not complimenting you, just using your hole to get off.

You loved it so much, which is what made his head spin—you loved getting dirty for him, letting him use you like a toy, relaxing your entire body so Jungkook can do with it as he pleases. “My… dirty… little… slut…” he grunted in between sharp thrusts, remembering that’s what you wanted from him—to be fucked like he hated you, and Jungkook knew that included dirty talk. “Does my cock feel good for you, huh? Are you going to come all over it, hm?” He hummed loudly, feeling his release approaching but needing to get you there first. “Fuck, you will, you love spreading your legs and letting me use you as I please…”

“I do, I do, Jungk—fuck, I love it so much!” you grunted, hand reaching back to grab his own, which was placed on your hip, both of his hands trying to hold your hips in place for support. “Baby, I’m so cl—just keep going…”

There it was, the baby that always made him so warm and fuzzy. At that moment, it just made Jungkook want to ruin you further until you moaned it repeatedly while you came. “You’ll come for me?” he asked, sounding fucked out himself, but thankfully, his voice wasn’t even that audible because of how loud your moans got. You really let go completely and just cried out with each thrust, pussy clenching around him hard, trying to keep his cock inside. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you come… For acting like a slut.”

It was a bluff, and a pretty obvious one at that—there was no way Jungkook would let you go home without coming, not when you made him feel so good in more ways than one. Still, you didn’t seem to realize that in the heat of the moment, your mind probably focused solely on the feeling of his cock grazing your wet walls, so you begged, “Please, let me, please, Jungkook, fuck!” The words left your mouth quickly, desperately, as if you believed he would pull out and leave you hanging.

“What a good fucking slut,” Jungkook mumbled at you, enjoying the way your hand gripped his tighter, letting him know you were just about to come. His other hand let go of your hip just to come back down to your ass with a loud smack. “I’ll fill you right up, don’t worry. Make sure you go home stuffed with cum…”

“Fuck, Jungkook!” you cried the last coherent words that were to come out of your mouth for a while. What followed was a long string of whines and moans as your body shook under him, knees almost collapsing, chest pressed into the seat.

You sounded so perfect when you were coming, losing all inhibition and letting yourself go. It was as if you just lost all sense of decency whenever Jungkook fucked an orgasm out of you, and you just cussed and whined and told him something that sounded a lot like fucking love your cock, which just made Jungkook more determined to give you the ride of his life.

“I know you do,” he told you with a chuckle. “Can’t fucking get enough of it, huh?”

Jungkook had no plans of slowing down, not when he knew how much you enjoyed feeling his dick in you when you were coming. Besides, he enjoyed the fluttering of your cunt around his cock a lot more than he could put into words. Because of it, he kept pistoning into you hard, his entire body clenched as he focused solely on getting you off fully, on not stopping until you’re dripping, until you’re a blubbering mess.

“God, baby, fuck,” he grunted suddenly, feeling his own high approaching, your walls starting to squeeze him in a way that made him want to let go.

The next thing Jungkook knew, he was pushing you down onto the seat and lying on top of you, his weight pressing you into the seat further. If there was one thing Jungkook absolutely loved, it was being on top of you and having the warmth of your body and your scent around him.

While he enjoyed the new position, Jungkook didn’t stop moving for a second—his cock was still in you, hips moving at a fast pace. This way, he could bury his face into the crook of your neck and kiss it, breathe in your scent with every inhale, feel you around him. “Such a good girl for me, ugh,” he moaned, lips pressing into your neck. “I love fucking you… Love your tight little cunt… Love how you scream for me… Sounds so pretty—”

Every thrust and compliment was met with your moaning, your breathing still heavy. How could it not be when his cock was drilling into you and not letting you rest for a second? Still, Jungkook focused on your neck and kissed it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as his high approached quickly. “Love it when you’re so good to me, fucking love you, baby, just yo—fuck!”

Jungkook’s mind went blank for a second as he felt spurts of cum squirting out of him and deep into you, so he pushed himself all the way in and stayed lodged inside of you for a while until everything was out. Instead of pulling out, Jungkook stayed like that for a while, careful not to crush you with his weight, but still staying close enough to feel your body under his, cock deep inside of you. It was slowly getting soft, but he didn’t want to pull out, not yet—Jungkook just wanted to prolong the moment of pure and utter satisfaction.

And then, you chuckled slowly and opened your eyes, even though he could see only one because the side of your face was still pressed into the seat. “And they say romance is dead.”

He’d said the words before, albeit when inside of you, but you both know he meant them fully and completely. Jungkook was just weird when it came to confessing something as obvious and personal as that.

This time, though, he didn’t care, so he leaned in, practically pressed his lips against your ear, and whispered it, once again meaning it. “I love you,” Jungkook breathed out, lips kissing the spot right below your ear. Funnily enough, your walls clenched around his dick right then, and it made him laugh. “Talk about romance.”

A year later

The shift from being a student to being an employee was a lot harder than people portray it. You, however, figured it had a lot to do with the fact that you used to live with your parents and have their support with everything. You weren’t the one running errands, getting groceries, and worrying about bills back home, but as soon as you moved to the city, you realized those things would be your responsibility. Your parents were only paying for the apartment—which was still a lot more than you expected and you were extremely grateful for it—but you had to do everything else on top of work.

Slowly, but surely, you eased into this new life and made it work: work Monday to Friday, make time for some form of social life and the gym, go out to eat at weekends here and there, and have a date night on Saturday. The new routine was more fun than it sounded, mostly because you enjoyed your job, which meant you didn’t dread going to work every morning. Work was fun, the people you worked with were helpful and friendly, so you never felt left out or alone.

However, what you did dread was coming back home to an empty, cold, and dark apartment, showering alone, getting under the covers on your own, letting the sounds of the street below lull you to sleep.

But, even that was worth it because you’d usually get stirred from sleep when Jungkook would sneak under the covers with you and pull you into his frame, nose nuzzling in your hair, his breathing so soft and rhythmic it helped you fall asleep again. It was a nightly routine for the two of you, and you enjoyed it, even if it meant it cut your sleep short.

The job he found when you two had first moved there paid well but it required working a double almost every day, which meant he was out in the mornings and evenings. When he was off work, you weren’t, so you two only had weekends together. It sucked. You lived together, but you didn’t see enough of each other. To you, cuddling in bed for five minutes in the morning or night when you were practically asleep wasn’t enough, but it had to do for the time being. There was no other option.

You didn’t want to complain too much, not when you knew how much getting the job meant to Jungkook, especially since he earned enough to help out with all the costs and save some money on the side, too. He was contributing to the expenses as much as you were, and that was enough to keep him happy. It wasn’t something that mattered to you in general, but his happiness did, so you accepted it, even if it meant you couldn’t spend time with him as often as you would like.

That night, you walked back home from work instead of taking the bus to waste time until the evening when you’d get to spend time with Jungkook. Fridays were always your favorite since you two could stay up and sleep in late tomorrow, all worries postponed until Monday. But, when you arrived, you didn’t find a cold and empty apartment—the lights were on and there was music coming from the kitchen.

At first, you thought there was an intruder, but soon enough, you heard Jungkook singing along to the music, which was surprising, to say the least. You found him making dinner in the kitchen, which instantly had you rushing to him to wrap your arms around him from the back, wanting to stay like that forever.

You took that quite literally and let your arms hold Jungkook for a long while, even though he was clearly busy with dinner and you were kind of getting in the way. “Someone’s happy to see me,” he said through a giggle, focused on stirring the vegetables.

“When am I not?” you quickly responded. It was the truth, and at that point, you really didn’t feel the need to pretend you were not completely in love with the man.

Jungkook grinned at that while you moved away to the side so you could kiss him. “How come you’re home early?”

“I have great news, actually,” Jungkook grinned, unable to contain his happiness, as always. Everything he felt could be read from his face, which is something you’ve learned to appreciate—it saved you from a lot of overthinking. “I quit my fucking job!”

With that, Jungkook laughed loudly, kicking his head back. For a second, you thought he’d gone mental, but he quickly turned serious and winked at you. “Don’t look at me like that, I found a better one.”

“That really is amazing news!” you leaned in and kissed him again, happy to see your boyfriend excited about something again. It’d been a while since he was happy about something that wasn’t you. “What job is this?”

“Well, taking that marketing course in between my shifts paid off because I got a position in this company downtown,” Jungkook started, placing a hand in front of your face when he noticed you were going to start screaming and jumping up about it. Down to Earth, as always. “Don’t get too excited. It’s a starting position and it pays less than my current job, but I get to work from home when I want to and have flexible working hours, which means I can work when you work and spend the rest of the day with you.”

“Jungkook!” you cried out his name before you could stop yourself, completely moved by the fact he’d take a job that paid less if it meant spending more time with you. At that moment, you felt like you were about to cry, which he instantly recognized.

If this year had taught you two anything, it was that you had a lot to learn about each other. When you first moved in together, your whole thing was based on real feelings, of course, but most of them were rooted in sexual attraction. It took a long time for Jungkook to open up to you even before, and getting to the next level and finding out even more was always a challenge.

Now, you were at the point where you knew each other well and could easily recognize when the other was worried or struggling. In your case, you were almost moved to tears, which Jungkook noticed and turned to face you so he could give you a bear hug, planting soft kisses all over your forehead as you nuzzled up to his chest.

“You’re perfect, seriously,” you told him after a while, once your heart started racing, having accepted that you will spend more time with him soon, which is what you’ve been wanting all along. “You’ve made me really happy with this.”

“You always make me happy,” Jungkook admitted without a shred of embarrassment. When he used to talk about feelings or your relationship, he’d start stuttering and it would take him a while to come up with the right words and get them out. You could sense and see it, and so could he.

Nowadays, he had no problem telling you how much you meant to him because it really did feel like you two were endgame. “Can’t wait to be around you more. Weekends are great, nightly cuddle sessions too, but think of all the stuff we’ll be able to do now in the afternoons. We can even go to the gym together so all the assholes who flock around you there know they shouldn’t even be looking at you.”

His bitter comment made you laugh, so you moved away and kissed his cheek, which somehow reminded Jungkook of the veggies that almost burned while he was too busy holding you. “No one flocks around me other than you, but I can’t wait to do everything with you.”

“I can’t wait either,” he admitted and continued cooking, throwing glances at you every once in a while. Had someone told you a couple of years ago you’d be there letting Jungkook make dinner for you, you would have thought they were crazy. You reached out to touch his hand again, just to make sure he was real.

“Oh, and my mother called,” he said out of the blue, nonchalantly, making it seem like something trivial.

Jungkook was on good terms with his mom, always had been, but since you two moved in together, he made a habit out of calling her. You called your parents often, but you mainly did it on Saturdays when they were both home. You weren’t trying to push Jungkook into it, but you asked him why he doesn’t call his mother while you’re on the phone with your folks. Surprisingly, he did, and you both kept the tradition up.

He was always a bit closed off, not wanting to discuss feelings of any kind, but you’ve noticed Jungkook slowly opening up, little by little. Even though he’d never told you just how much the loss of contact with his mother hurt him, you could see for yourself how reconnecting with her made him feel—he became even happier.

“That’s nice! How is she doing, how are your siblings?” you asked, moving in closer so you could feel his body next to yours.

“They’re all pretty good,” Jungkook nodded, continuing to cook, not looking you in the eyes. “They asked about you and wanted me to say hi, as always. She actually… Since your parents are coming to the city to spend Easter with us, she was wondering if it would be a good idea if… They came too.”

That was a big deal. Jungkook had avoided going to his mother’s new home, to a city he’s never visited, meeting her new husband and family. He met them all through the video calls they had and was cordial with them, especially with his siblings, which was something you loved seeing.

Slowly but surely, Jungkook became more gentle and loving, even though he hid those parts of himself from the world. You, however, got to see all of it. He’d never been the type of guy for grand gestures, but Jungkook tried in his own little ways—giving you flowers when you least expected it, cuddling you when you felt exhausted with life, doing your chores when you had a bad day.

These little things meant a lot. Some of them weren’t so little either, like the day after you had somewhat of a breakdown. You were emotional, you missed Jungkook, and everything just kind of piled on. When he came home, all you could do was hold onto him and cry.

The next day, you came back home from work and walked into your bedroom just to realize Jungkook had stuck a bunch of little stars over the headboard of your bed, which always took you down memory lane, back to his room when you two were just kids. It was the sweetest thing he’d probably ever done for you. Even when he wasn’t home, you’d be comforted by seeing those stars.

On top of that, he became kinder in general, which was most evident from the way he treated his siblings. When you were back home, he rarely mentioned them, having spoken to them once or twice. Since the whole fight with his father, Jungkook missed his family a lot, but he never wanted to admit it.

So, when he finally established some kind of a relationship with them, he acted like he never wanted to lose it. He talked to his mother once a week, but he texted his siblings more than that, often even sending them little gifts in the mail. They’d mention how everyone in the school had some cartoon sneakers and the first thing their brother would do was go order the sneakers for them, wanting them to have everything.

“I think it would be a great idea if we could all get together and have a good time,” you said, your hand wrapping around his waist from the side. “Some family time always makes everything better. Plus, you have the great news of this new amazing job to share.”

“You think so? Everyone will get along?” Jungkook stopped cooking, moving the pan to the side and sighing. “It won’t be disappointing?”

“Are you nervous?” It was a stupid question—your boyfriend was clearly nervous about seeing his mother in person for the first time in years, and even more anxious about meeting her new family.

“I am,” he admitted, turning to you so he could wrap his arms around you and pull you in close as if he was comforting you and not the other way around. “A lot, actually.”

“Why?” you pried. You wanted to get to the bottom of it so you could at least try to say something helpful. “I mean, I understand, but I’d like to know what’s going on in your head.”

“They’re a family,” Jungkok breathed the words after a couple of moments of silence, during which you listened to his heartbeat with your head pressed against his chest. “Maybe it will be… Uh, sad, watching two families get together and standing on the side?”

“Jungkook!” You pulled away slightly, hands wrapped around him, caressing his back. “You are their family. That’s the reason they want to come here. It’s not because of me or my family. If they wanted to see my folks, they could always visit or invite them to visit. They all want to see you.”

“You think?” His face scrunched a bit when he asked you that as if it was difficult to believe.

“I know it,” you nodded enthusiastically. “Your mother really misses you and your siblings want to spend time with you. It’s normal to feel nervous, but don’t even think your family doesn’t think of you as a member of it. That’s not true.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything in return, but he pulled you back into his arms and continued peppering kisses along the top of your head, inhaling your scent and sighing deeply. After a couple of minutes of the hug he clearly needed, he cleared his throat and said, “Thank you for always being on my side.”

“Always, Jungkook,” you responded, squeezing him even tighter.

“We’re family now too, right?” You could hear a tinge of uncertainty in Jungkook’s voice when he suggested that, a worry of some sort. You were living together and making plans for the future and definitely not planning to separate—ever, if it came to you.

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